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Friday, January 17, 2014

Kids Shows Reviewed by an "Adult" - Curious George

The look of two lunatics loose in our society.


CURIOUS GEORGE

A Review by: James Best, full-time parent and part-time man


THE LIVING SITUATION

Anyone else feel hinkey about this?  Here’s a bachelor, a grown man, living with a very affectionate monkey in a swanky old Manhattan highrise.  No one’s calling Animal Control on this dude?  People are just like, “That’s cool.  Just a man and his monkey.”  Nope.  It's weird. Hinkey with a capital hink.

And their pad? The highrise plus the home in the country? What kind of bills is he pulling down?  I never see him go to work.  And whatever “job” Yellow Hat is working at has pretty loose hours.  Plenty of time for chasing that primate around and hitting their upstate vacation property.  What is this? The How The Other Half Lives Half Hour?  The Adventures of the Well Off Monkey and His All Yellow Sugardaddy?

I’m not saying I need a working class kids show but this opulence is offensive to most middle class kids. George spends half his time palling around with the doorman and his snooty purebred wiener dog and the other half hanging out with these Gold Coaster snobs in vacation town.  The kids watching this show are grubbing up their Osh Kosh’s with Kraft Mac N Cheese.  This is putting undue pressure on their parents to provide a Curious George standard of living.

“My Rich Monkey Life” is going to become new slang.  You saw it here first.

Obviously, his hat doubles as a flotation device.


THE YELLOW OUTFIT

What’s the deal with the clothes?  Is he a Safari guide?  Is he giving Safari tours in New York?  Is it a religious outfit?  I have no clue why this bozo keeps wearing this one color ensemble everywhere. 

Let’s say he was a Safari guide/hunter.  Like that was his past job.  Give it up, man.  It’s like he’s wearing his letterman’s jacket everywhere.  Dude, high school/Africa is over.  Take it off.  Put on some khakis already because that’s what lame dudes wear.  You caught a monkey in Africa. And you got it past customs.  Wow. We’re all impressed.

How does he get that hat through doors?  What’s under that hat?  Is he a Conehead? Does he want to look taller? Is it grafted into his skull? Is it a living fungus he picked up in Swaziland?  Is it a symbol of occult power?  I’m afraid there’s no explanation.  The Yellow Hat is like Stonehenge.

You're going to die, Yellow Hat.


THE MONKEY IN THE ROOM

Ooh-ooh, burying the bodies.
Okay, so Yellow Hat can sort of speak to George and George has a more than rudimentary understanding of the English language.  This pimp-suited Jane Goodall is missing how important his discovery is.  This monkey is freaking amazing.  If hat for brains was smart, he’d be making money off his super monkey.  But he’s stupid.  And he lets him wander New York and causes ruckuses.

But here’s the thing about monkeys.  They’re crazy strong. And they’re also prone to get crazy.  That dude is endangering himself.  George has no tail which probably means he’s a chimpanzee.  And a quick study shows chimps are about four to eight times as strong as a human. That means he can rip off human limbs.  George could snap from curious to primal in enough time it takes him to tear off his 
owner’s yellow clad arms and beat him to death with them.

I call my arms my 'Dismemberment Plan'.
And this curiosity excuse is bullcrap.  It’s just reckless endangerment.  That monkey is free on the streets.  And it’s not cute.  It’s frightening.  George is a one man Planet of the Apes uprising.  He could be running around, ripping off arms, stealing street meats, ripping off legs, hurting zoo attendance, ripping off arm/leg combos, making monkeys less funny and more pants pooping terrifying.


OVERALL

We're cuh-razy!
Yeah, this show is cute and all.  And George’s monkey sounds are sort of endearing.  But his grasp of language is outrageous, like let's put him in a lab and study this super monkey outrageous. And I stand by my danger monkey theory. That monkey is going to snap and when he does limbs will snap, too. If this got even a tiny bit realistic, cops would be gunning George down in Central Park.  And PETA would weep dairy-free tears.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Olympics! Day 3 - Why I Hate Tennis and Work is Interfering with My Patriotism




SPORT REPORT


Tennis is for White People

So I tried to watch Tennis this morning before I went to work.  Andy Roddick was playing.  When I turned it on he wasn't doing anything.  He just kept wiping off his brow and checking different tennis balls.  It went on for at least two minutes.  And the whole while the announcer was telling the other announcer some story about him and Roddick driving some car with his model babe Brooklyn.  The camera would keep panning back to the other player who was ready to play.  Who looked nervous (Roddick was trouncing him) and kept shifting back and forth while Roddick kept motioning the towel girl over so he could wipe his brow.

I think that moment has finally solidified my hate for tennis.

Listen, I'm annoyingly pinkoish sometimes, I know.  I'm a classicist.  But hear me out.  Tennis is such a rich kid sport.  So many other sports require so little.  Soccer is just a ball.  It can be played anywhere.  But tennis requires a special ball, a special racquet, a special court with a special net.  And then it requires special friends with special trust funds that have special yachts that take you to special islands that house special bomb shelters that will one day protect the specials from special nukes.  But thankfully, there will be a special bunker for the ball boys and girls, too.

It's fine.  You can like it.  Not every sport has to be some egalitarian poor man's sport.  And hey, I know really, these days, none of them are. Every sport is dominated by millionaires.  Oliver Twist isn't going to be a designated hitter.  But I just can't do tennis.  It's too blatant.  They might as well just wear clothes made out of money and hit around gold bullion.

You suck, Andy Roddick, go drink some spring water, you blue blood.  Federer? You seem okay.

SPECIAL OLYMPIC MATTER TO DISCUSS


Work is Getting in the Way of My Patriotism

What's with work?  And why is it interfering with the Olympics?  Shouldn't this be like a world holiday?  We should be at home, supporting our athletes.  I have lots of red,white, and blue foods to eat.  I need the time to use my athletic inspiration towards working out.  I'm getting fatter because I'm anxious eating.  Chocolate. That's what you make me eat, Men's Gymnastic Team.  Chocolate bars.  I'm typing this as I'm watching the Men's team.

It's too much.  I can't think.  I'm too nervous for them.  How can I work tomorrow?  I spent this whole morning being upset about Jordyn Wieber.  If the men don't do it, I'll punch a Chinese gymnast.  The first Chinese gymnast I see on the street tomorrow gets a clobber.

It's the World's Stage.  We have to watch this together.  The world should stop and we should join together in the brotherhood of sport.

Oh, man. ENGLAND JUST GOT THE BRONZE OR SILVER I HAVE NO IDEA WHATS GOING ON!  They are so excited.  The crowd is so pumped!  I love the Olympics!

Sorry, US guys.  I have to go to bed. I can't take this.