This is one of those shows that I can’t say much about here in the intro without delving into my thoughts on it. All I can say is that I went in expecting to like it. I tried to like it. At the moment, I kind of like it. But mostly, I don’t. There’s quite a bit about it to not like. Let me just get to the actual review. This is a brand-new show called “Riverdale”.
What is it about classic Cartoon Network that was so engaging? Shows like “Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends”, “Codename: Kids Next Door”, “Dexter’s Laboratory”, and many others that were on about the same time took the imagination of kids to new heights, allowing them to think creatively past the point which they were able to before watching. It’s too bad that nowadays Cartoon Network seems to be the leader in a long line of dumbed-down cartoons that essentially tell kids what to think, or to not think as they sit there and watch a whole bunch of nonsense. But before all of that, back in the good ol’ days, there was a cartoon that many people my age remember as being different than even the shows I mentioned above, and that show is “Courage the Cowardly Dog”.
Through the centuries, there have been several famous large-scale musical works known as requiems. A requiem is essentially a prayer for the dead, but it’s not as creepy as all that. Requiems are typically religious works, with Latin phrases like “Requiem aeternam” which means “grant them rest”, or “Kyrie eleison”, which means “Lord have mercy”. But this particular Requiem has a musical aspect that absolutely fascinates me, so I thought I’d talk about it a little bit. So let’s jump into John Rutter’s Requiem.
I had been staying away from this show, because despite the hype surrounding it, I knew it wasn’t a literal TV show, so I wasn’t sure if I could count it as a TV Showcase. But this is my blog, so I think I will. Anyhow, I’ve been sick all week, with nothing to do, so why not binge this series, right? So let’s take a look at “Stranger Things”. Also, spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet.
One year ago today, I started this blog, One Man and His Banjo, really so I wouldn’t forget information about television shows I’d watched and observed. But blogging has turned into a really fun thing for me, and I’ve enjoyed putting together all seventy posts on this blog (this is my seventy-first)! Thanks to anyone who’s read, liked, or followed my blog in the past year, and stay tuned for more fun stuff in year two of One Man and His Banjo!
Yes, dear readers, I imagine that your faces might very well look like the ones in photo above, because it’s true: Hest is returning to my little blog here. My first story with Hest in it, called “My Favourite Get Rekt Moment” seemed to be pretty well-liked, and actually was one of my most popular posts on this blog. So I figured that any readers who actually bother to give this blog the time of day might want to hear another Hest story. So how about it? Let’s jump into this cringeworthy tale, shall we?
For most if not all Boy Scouts, the pinnacle of what’s called a “Scouting career” is a trip to Philmont Ranch, the premiere Boy Scout camp of the world, located in New Mexico. Sadly, many troops simply don’t have the means to get there, and such was the case with my troop. Fortunately, a Scoutmaster from another troop invited me and asked me to invite some friends from my troop. So I shared a tent with a guy named Daniel, who I’ve known for a long time and now goes to college with me. But knowing each other so well, we often get on each other’s nerves, and such was the case during this trip. However, we tried our best to avoid annoying each other, and this was one of those times. It didn’t really work.
I think I’ve mentioned this once before on this blog, but I grew up in a Christian home and have been a practicing Christian for my entire life. Even now, I’m attending a Christian college, and as such, I hear alot of Christian music being played constantly (even as I’m writing this in my dorm room, someone’s strumming a guitar and singing Christian music right now). However, I’m also a musician, and being aware of what makes up music, I’ve been openly critical of most forms of contemporary Christian music. The biggest issue, musically speaking (meaning, all spiritual problems aside), most of what I don’t like is the extreme repetition of the lyrics. But I love hymns, and they all have repeating choruses. So how can I be two-sided about this? That’s what I’m going to answer.
I was a Boy Scout for seven years, and my troop went camping every month. So you can imagine how many adventures we had, and how many crazy things we saw and did. But on this particular trip, something occurred that was so singularly frightening and also hilarious, that I thought I’d tell the story here. So prepare yourself, dear reader, for a tale of epic battle. Also, for those who don’t stomach violence too well, this story contains a scene in which a Dr. Pepper bottle gets thrown around and beaten up, so keep that in mind.
No way! I’m actually posting something that isn’t about entertainment or fine arts!? Yes, dear reader, it is true: the moment has finally come. What’s more is that I’m posting something about my personal life too, which I’ve never done on this blog before. But that’s something that you’re supposed to do to get your blog popular, right? Oh, who am I kidding, I don’t care how popular my blog is. Where am I even going with this introduction? Forget it; I’ve ruined it now; let’s just get into the actual post.