Linguistic cartwheels in the stylings of a rant, these are the thoughts that keep me up at night.
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I am a 20 year old female writer residing in Central New Jersey. My influences include the great Dave Barry, Neil Gaiman, George Carlin, and the two greatest editors in the world, Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling. My webpage can be found at www.homestead.com/foxfyresden and I can be reached at Foxfyre33@aol.com. Happy reading!
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Friday, January 31, 2003
Okay, so I think using mascots to reach children is a good idea.
In every case but that of religious education.
I mean, somebody really needs to smack the collective church upside the head firmly. I'm utterly disturbed at the sheer acid-inspired concepts that they've turned out in the past ten years. I can see how they're trying to be "cool" or "hip", but a line has to be drawn. Who honestly sits down and thinks, "Let's see...we need a way to reach the youth and tell them about this son of god who died painfully for their sins, and so they should live cleanly and by the bible...oh, *I* know!"
CGI animated vegetables. Of course. How could I have neglected to spawn such an obviously brilliant concept? Nothing says ressurection like a computer-constructed talking cucumber.
Even the veggietales aspect of things has worn off, shock value wise, as I've gotten older. However, yesterday I saw an absolutely inexcusable show. No amount of public-access right-wing planning can even begin to validate the existence of this horror of (and I use the term loosely) television production.
It's called (I am SO not making this up) the "Donut Repair Club". The leading character is a muppet-ized donut in a box named (ready for this?) Duncan. Duncan! Hahahah!...::sound of own eyes being stabbed out with the nearest blunt object:::
So, yeah. The concept of this show is (please shoot me now...) "Life without Jesus is like a donut". Presumably because there's a large hole in the center. I don't know. Duncan talks through his center hole, so he must be godless, else he would be mute. He also has a mustard seed "costume".
The children couldn't dance to save their immortal souls, there was a token black person, a might-as-well-be-in-the-closet overeager host, lots of lip-synching to songs that never should have been written, and, of course, Duncan. It was like an hour-long train wreck and I just couldn't look away. If I had had any lingering doubts about leaving the church ten years ago, this show would have cured me of every last one.
It's pretty bad when children's programming can actually make Jack Chick look reasonable by comparison.
~FoxComment
1:27 PM
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