Have you ever seen the original 1950s Mr. Clean commercial, the one with the catchy song? It starts out by singing “Mr. Clean gets rid of dirt and grime and grease in just a minute./ Mr. Clean will clean your whole house and everything that’s in it!” I won’t write out the whole thing here, but a male and female singer go back and forth asking if Mr. Clean can clean this and that, which of course, the answer is always that he can, until they get to the last question, which is, “Can he clean a diamond ring?/ Mr. Clean cleans anything!” Anything? Really? Hold on, let me get on the phone to P&G real quick. Hello? Yes, my name is Michael, and I’d like to order two hundred gallons of Mr. Clean. I’d like it dumped on a TV studio lot owned by the CW. There’s a huge mess there. Which lot? Oh, it’s called Riverdale.
Well, folks, it’s finally happened. After seven years, 155 episodes, a 13-episode spinoff, and a novel, “Once Upon A Time” is finally over. Despite it being my 32nd Showcase written more than two years ago, the stuff I wrote about it was still relevant right up to the end, which I think shows a great deal of consistency with the show itself. But was the ending any good? And how about the final season in general? Here’s just a few thoughts I have about how the show ended.
That’s right, your boy gets around. I might be slightly late to the review party, but I did wind up seeing The Greatest Showman at long last, and I was so excited about it. And you know what, the film really did meet alot of my expectations. I was basing most of my hopes off of La La Land (which I wrote about when it came out last year if you want to hear more thoughts about it), and I want to go over what Showman did to improve on the ideas of La La Land, and what it means for musicals coming up. Oh, and also, I don’t know who started this stupid “spoiler-free” thing, but I’m writing a movie review, so of course I’m going to talk about the movie. So, for what it’s worth, be warned of spoilers.
Many thoughts may be swirling in your head right now, dear reader. One might be, “Where has this lazy blogger been for three months?” Another may be, “What the heck does this have to do with Thanksgiving?” But most likely, your thought is, “Why on earth is Michael writing about video games? What does he know? Doesn’t he write about silent movies and radio shows and wierd, boring, old TV shows that no one cares about?” Well, yes, I do. But I fancy myself a surveyor of all types of entertainment, and that includes video games. Besides, this particular gamer has had more influence on my own entertainment style and really just my style of social interaction than anyone else. So, yes, today I am talking about Jerma985.
Yeah, I said it. I don’t like Marvel movies. What heresy is this? Is it just a movement by me to try to be hipster, not following mainstream entertainment? Or am I just attempting to be controversial for no particular reason? No, my friends, I am in fact a lover of all mediums of entertainment, and there are quite a few modern films that I have found to be very creative and well-done. However, Marvel, which is now dominating TV, theaters, and Netflix, is not among the movie-makers that I find to be putting out films that I can enjoy. What follows is why I hold these views, but keep in mind that by now, I have decided not to watch any more Marvel films, and I’ve only seen the films up to the first Avengers (with a couple of exceptions), so I’m not claiming to know all about Marvel, only what I have seen.
Why the heck am I writing about a game show? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s because I am a huge fan of the Candy Crush mobile game. Every week, fifteen new levels are released, and every week, without fail, I make it to the last level, which at the time of this writing is nearing 2,700. So I got a little excited when the game show was announced to be coming to TV. Until, that is, I realised what a horrible idea that was. And still is. Let me explain why this show is not only terrible, but also rigged. And no, this isn’t a TV Showcase. A show like this isn’t really worth one.
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 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.