Whew. Kids today. They take so many things for granted. Last night I had to give Charlotte the “you don’t know how good you got it” speech:
“Charlotte when we were you’re age, the claymation in “Land of the Lost” was impressive shit. We got up early on Saturday morning so that we wouldn’t miss it. So, when you laugh at the waterfall scene and say how cheesy it looks, well, it makes me a little sad. It’s like laughing at someone else because you are wearing better shoes than they can afford to buy. It’s just wrong.
We had to use our own minds to conjure up images of what the dinosaurs would look like if the animators had bothered to give them tonsils, or for that matter, throat openings. Nobody drew those things for us, you spoiled little punk.
In our day, we had to look beyond the bad dialog and thin plots, and in so doing, we saw what we wanted to see. That was the beauty of the show.
Aw, why do I bother? Watch your cool Batman series where they draw everything for you, but stop sniggering at my misty water-colored memories. They’re all I have.
Oh, and nobody drove us to school either! And it was cold and snowy back then. Even in summer.”