I remember seeing a funny youtube cartoon way back in about 11th grade called Adventure Time where Jake the Dog and Finn the Human battled the Ice King to save Princess Rainicorn and also met Abraham Lincoln on Mars. If you’ve never seen it, I’m sure you can just tell from the description that it’s awesome; and if you still don’t, the fact that Finn’s exclamations are stuff like “mathematical!” and “rhombus!” should help you out. The point is that I saw this little eight-or-so minute video back in high school and thought it was awesome, and then recently learned that it was the pilot for a Cartoon Network show, and that the ensuing show is my new favorite cartoon (with the possible exception of Aqua Teen Hunger Force). Adventure Time has this crazy sensibility that allows it to do stuff like having Finn’s voice be autotuned whenever he sings, or giving the two a pet computer that loves to dance. I don’t know if those are great examples, but you get the idea. There is, however, a fair chance that the actual reason I like Adventure Time is that everything is so cute. They all have little mouths and little eyes and little legs and that makes them adorable. I mean, Adventure Time is great for other reasons. The guy who voices Bender on Futurama also voices Jake the Dog. It’s just pretty unpredictable in everything it does – voices, characters, animation, et cetera. Watch Adventure Time. Or don’t.
I’ve been reacquainted with the apparently inexhaustible power of Mastodon’s Leviathan to make me totally wired. I’ve also been reacquainted with the difficulty of Diddy Kong Racing for N64. For someone used to playing (and pretty good at) Mario Kart 64, getting back into Diddy Kong Racing is a challenge indeed. A big issue is that the game requires you to place first before advancing. Another big issue is those horrible silver coin challenges.
Better charge my iPod battery – I’ve got a long plane ride coming up tonight. I wish I had remembered to put “A Space Oddity” back on my iPod – I always loved to listen to that song as my plane was taking off and try to time it so that the drop after the big ascending bit (some would call it the ‘second half’) would time up exactly with the wheels leaving the runway. I did that a lot on Rock School trips when I was pretty scared of flying – David Bowie helped me out. I’m pretty sure there was only one time when I actually managed to get the song to sync up correctly. I’d usually just keep restarting it over and over and then be right at the beginning when we took off. This kind of thing is fun for me, apparently. Wish me luck on my Bowie-less flight.