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[Aqizzar]

Have you ever watched early early cartoons, Aqizzar? Stuff like Thundarr, the Barbarian?

OOKLA THE MOK

Yeah, I've seen Thundarr the Barbarian.  Oddly, I've only seen a handful of episodes from the original Transformers and G.I. Joe and so forth, except for the stuff that got replayed on Cartoon Network all the time a decade ago.  I'll be honest though, except for old-ass Looney Toons, I'm not that familiar with cartoons before the early 1990s.  Surprise surprise, I remember contemporary stuff from my own childhood.

...lot's of stupid anthropomorphic kritters ran around blowing things up, saving the day, trying to take over the world, or just generally being morons.

Has anyone else ever wondered why from 1989-1996ish, so many shows did that?  What was it about humanimals that made them so popular with animators for that little period of time, after kinda disappearing since the 1960s?  I kinda know why they stopped, but the damage was done I suppose.

Saying 'you feel old' when you're only 16-24 is kind of stupid.

I feel old relative to Jack.  It just tugs at something deep in me to know that there's people I can hold a genuine conversation with who weren't conscious during Bill Clinton's reelection campaign, or don't remember the Y2K bug in all its glory, or who didn't beat the crap out of their friends on a regular basis watching the original American-adaptation of The Power Rangers.

[ToonyMan]

Pretty much my life is just beginning so that's cool and stuff.

You know 10 year olds were born in 2000?  Dammmnnn.

[Cthulhu]

Have you ever watched early early cartoons, Aqizzar? Stuff like Thundarr, the Barbarian?

OOKLA THE MOK

Yeah, I've seen Thundarr the Barbarian.  Oddly, I've only seen a handful of episodes from the original Transformers and G.I. Joe and so forth, except for the stuff that got replayed on Cartoon Network all the time a decade ago.  I'll be honest though, except for old-ass Looney Toons, I'm not that familiar with cartoons before the early 1990s.  Surprise surprise, I remember contemporary stuff from my own childhood.

...lot's of stupid anthropomorphic kritters ran around blowing things up, saving the day, trying to take over the world, or just generally being morons.

Has anyone else ever wondered why from 1989-1996ish, so many shows did that?  What was it about humanimals that made them so popular with animators for that little period of time, after kinda disappearing since the 1960s?  I kinda know why they stopped, but the damage was done I suppose.

Saying 'you feel old' when you're only 16-24 is kind of stupid.

I feel old relative to Jack.  It just tugs at something deep in me to know that there's people I can hold a genuine conversation with who weren't conscious during Bill Clinton's reelection campaign, or don't remember the Y2K bug in all its glory, or who didn't beat the crap out of their friends on a regular basis watching the original American-adaptation of The Power Rangers.

Don't worry bro, I'm still here.  I did all those things.

Remember Hale-Bopp?  I remember that mofo.  Most boring once-in-a-lifetime event ever.

[zchris13]

See, I was waking up during Clinton, barely remembered the Y2K bug, but didn't really get what it was about (I got better), and thought the Power Rangers were the shit.

But yeah.  Silly furies, spent too much time in front of the TV watching those shows.

About Thundarr:  I just was watching some of this week, and I realized that they only had like 4 voice actors.

[ToonyMan]

I remember watching 9/11 on the news quite well.

[nenjin]

Remember Hale-Bopp?  I remember that mofo.  Most boring once-in-a-lifetime event ever.

Is that a Heaven's Gate crack?!

[Lumbajak]

Well feeling old relative to someone is fine. I meant like feeling old in general.

My father once told me when he was a kid, he thought 30 was old, because that's around the age his parents died.

But when he reached 30 himself, he realized he still had the whole rest of his life to go through, a good 50-70 years more.

At any rate, as far as I can tell, most cases have it so age doesn't really start affecting you til you're in your 40s or so.

[Aqizzar]

Because really, the thread wouldn't be complete without blatantly stealing XKCD's bandwidth.

[Cthulhu]

Spoiler: BeeQuest (click to show/hide)

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: You stand on a road outside a cave. Obvious exits are east, west, and in.
Stranger: I'll bite. In.
You: You are in a cave. It is dark and scary. You can't see the exits.
You: You have nothing to bite.
Stranger: :| NEXT CHOICES, GO.
You: It's dark.
You: You'd better get a light.
Stranger: I take two twigs on the ground and use them to start a fire.
You: You light a fire.
You: You now have a torch.
You: You are in a dimly lit cave.
You: Obvious exits are out and north.
Stranger: North.
You: You are in a fork in the cave.
You: Obvious exits are south, northeast, and northwest. The remains of an explorer are here.
Stranger: Northeast.
You: You are in a dead end cavern. Obvious exits are southwest.
You: A merciless Grognard stands here.
Stranger: What weapons do I have?
You: You have a shortsword and a torch.
Stranger: What does the grognard look like, and does he have any weapons?
You: The grognard is eight feet tall and has a sledgehammer.
You: He is very ugly.
You: His neck is bearded.
Stranger: Okay fuck that, southwest.
You: The grognard looks disappointed as you go.
You: You are in a fork in the cave.
You: S, NE, NW, explorer
Stranger: Northwest.
You: You are in a winding passage.
You: Obvious exits are northwest, southeast, and e
You: East, that is.
Stranger: Northwest
You: You are standing at the edge of a pit.
You: Obvious exits are southeast and down.
Stranger: How deep is the pit, and is it possible to see what is down there?
You: You cannot tell how deep it is, or what's inside.
Stranger: Go east back to the winding passage, and go east
You: Perhaps if you had a rope.
You: You are in a giant beehive.
You: There are giant bees everywhere.
You: There are dead giant beekeepers everywhere.
You: Obvious exits are west and CLIMB HONEYCOMBS
Stranger: Do the bees look agressive, and are their stings dangerous?
You: The bees do not appear to notice you. You think their stings are probably pretty dangerous.
You: The bees are the size of grognards.
You: The beekeepers are probably grognards, but they're dead now.
Stranger: What injuries do the grognads appear to have?
You: Beestings.
Stranger: Okay...move somewhat closer to a bee, and see if it notices
You: The bee looks at you, and says hello.
Stranger: Ask the bee where I would head to if I climbed the honeycombs, and if the bees would let me pass unharmed.
You: The bee says it would lead to the queen, and yeah, it guesses you'd be fine.
You: Just don't fall.
Stranger: Climb the honeycomb to go have a conversation with the queen.
You: You climb up the honeycombs, getting honey all over you.
You: You are in the queen bee's chamber.
You: The queen bee and her attendants are here.
You: Obvious exits are back down the honeycomb.
Stranger: Request to talk to the bee queen.
You: You ask one of the attendants, and at the word bee it shouts "Bee?! Where?"
You: The other bees start up.
You: One in the hive proper shouts "HOLY SHIT BEES"
You: Soon the hive is in a frenzy, with screams of "STAND STILL, DON'T BOTHER IT" and 'OH NO I'M ALLERGIC" echoing through the caverns
You: The attendants quickly carry the queen down a secret hallway to escape the bee menace.
You: One of the attendants gives you a suspicious glance, and mutters "Watch out, I think there's a bee over there"
You: Meanwhile, you hear an explosion, and part of the honeycomb collapses.
You: The entire hive is in a panic.
Stranger: Request if I can follow the queen and help protect her in return for information about other exits besides the one I came in from.
You: In response, the remaining attendant shouts "DIE BEE!" and menaces you with his stinger.
Stranger: Get on my knees, beg not to be killed and say that I am not a bee.
You: The bee glares at you, and calls you a coward, before flying off into the cavern and stinging other bees.
You: You notice the secret hallway is still open.
Stranger: Go down the hallway.
You: You are in the secret hallway. There are dead bees everywhere.
You: Behind you, another explosion collapses the tunnel, blocking your path.
You: Obvious exits are further in.
Stranger: Continue down the hallway.
You: You find the queen, stung multiple times by her own retainers. She gurgles and wheezes in her final minutes.
You: One of the surviving retainers challenges you.
Stranger: By challenge, do you mean charges me or challenges me to a duel.
You: He brandishes his stinger and yells "Have at thee, vile bee!"
Stranger: How big is the dead queen.
You: She's not dead, and huge.
You: Like three or four grognards.
You: We'll say 3.7 metric grognards in length.
Stranger: Could I run behind her body before being stung, using her as a shield?
You: You could.
Stranger: What are the other retainers doing.
You: They're dead.
You: The queen put up a fight.
You: Plus, bees.
You: One sting and all that.
Stranger: You said one of the surviving retainers, not the last surviving retainer.
You: Did I?
You: Well, there could be more down the hall.
Stranger: How dark is the hall?
You: It's pretty bright.
You: You can see clearly.
Stranger: Like I would still be able to see well without the torch?
You: Probably.
Stranger: Okay, I'll take that chance. Throw the torch at the retainer, and run behind the queen as fast as I can run.
You: The torch catches the beetainer's fur on fire, and his screams echo throughout the halls.
You: The bee queen coughs, beckoning you weakly to her.
Stranger: Is the retainer dead or incapacitated?
You: He's on fire. He'll be dead in a few seconds.
Stranger: So he poses little to no threat to me?
You: No.
You: Unless you hug him.
You: That would burn you.
Stranger: Okay, that doesn't sound like a good idea. Go talk to the queen.
You: The queen says "Listen. Even though you are a bee, I feel I can trust you. Take this, when the time is right you will know what to do with it"
You: She pulls out her stinger and hands it to you, and promptly dies.
You: The stinger is three feet (.4 grognards) long, razor sharp, and dripping with caustic venom.
Stranger: Okay, what are my options.
You: You could continue down the hall.
You: Or whatever you think is best.
Stranger: Continue down the hall.
You: You continue down the hall. There are several beetainers, and they prepare to attack
You: But
You: They see the stinger, and shout "He slew the vile bee queen! You are a hero!"
You: They carry you through the halls, shouting praises at the hero who saved them from bees.
Stranger: Wait wait wait wait wait, why the fuck did they call me a bee, when they are bees, and their queen is now a bee....
You: They're bees, what do you expect? They're stupid.
Stranger: But they are smart enough to make coherent sentences.
You: So is Glenn Beck.
Stranger: Nice one.
Stranger: What are my options.
You: You're still being carried around.
You: The bees make you their king.
You: And you reign for ten years, until...
You: A messenger arrives.
You: King Murpdurp of the Grognards wishes to speak with you.
Stranger: Ask him what he wants so speak about.
You: King Murpdurp enters.
You: He is easily twice the size of a normal Grognard, and has tusks the size of your forearm.
You: He demands your kingdom.
Stranger: How many of his asshole dick face friends are with him
You: None.
You: He's that badass.
Stranger: Okay, It's been ten years as a king...do I have some badass weapons and armor?
You: You have the same things you had before.
You: Except now you have a kingly robe.
Stranger: That's some bullshit right there. It's been ten years as a goddamn KING, and I couldn't get some awesome, useful loot?
You: They're bees.
You: What kind of loot would they have?
Stranger: You mean I'm not waging bee wars on people and taking their stuff? What the fuck have I been doing all those years.
You: Sitting around, eating royal jelly, fraternizing with bees.
You: King Murpdurp is becoming impatiant.
You: And also impatient.
Stranger: I take off my robe and shirt
You: You are now just wearing pants.
Stranger: Ask my bees to leave.
You: Your bees leave.
Stranger: Take my bee queen stinger and shortsword and challenge murpdurp to a battle to the death. Do I have any fitting area to use as an arena?
You: Right here would do fine.
You: Murpdurp grins savagely and pulls out a dragon's jawbone, the teeth sharpened even sharper than regular dragon's teeth.
You: You get the feeling he didn't want this to go any other way.
Stranger: How fast can murpdurp move?
You: He's sixteen feet tall.
You: Which means his stride is bigger than you are tall.
You: So pretty fast.
You: The words of the bee queen echo in your memory, "When the time comes, you'll know"
Stranger: Before we go any further, how large and strong am I?
You: You're pretty buff, you were going into a secret scary cave, after all.
Stranger: Are there any lose rocks on the floor, or anything that I could kick fairly far?
You: No.
You: It's polished smooth.
You: King Murpdurp is wearing nothing but a loincloth and dirt.
You: And rage.
Stranger: Wait for him to make the first move.
You: He hefts his dragonjaw and slams it down on you.
Stranger: By slam it down, did he actually hit me? Wouldn't that kill me?
You: You'd better get dodging.
You: And yes.
You: If he hits you it's over.
You: You'd better strike decisively.
Stranger: Dodge to the left.
You: You jump to the left. The dragonjaw slams down so hard it cracks the polished floor.
Stranger: Is the jaw damaged?
You: No.
Stranger: Is my shortsword sharp enough to chop through his bone in his wrist that he is holding the jaw?
You: You can try.
Stranger: What is his next move.
You: He kicks you across the room, snapping ribs and knocking the sword out of your hand.
You: You cough, and frothy pink blood dribbles down your chin.
Stranger: Wait for him to get as close as possible to me without letting him strike me
You: He walks up, and reaches down to pick you up.
Stranger: So his heart would be closer now that he is reaching down?
You: Sixteen feet tall.
You: His hand is close.
You: His arm is longer than you are.
Stranger: Lunge at his heart with the stinger.
You: You are nowhere near his heart.
You: You drive the stinger into his thumb, and he draws his hand back.
You: He plucks out the stinger, crushes it, and drop it, laughing at you.
You: Unfortunately, the venom gland was still attached, and you're totally supposed to scrape, not pluck.
You: He begins to choke and wheeze, and falls to his knees.
Stranger: How physically weak would he be right now?
You: He's choking to death.
You: Oh, and look.
You: He's dead.
You: The bees creep in, and look at his body.
You: They begin to cheer.
You: They shout one by one, "All hail Stranger, king of the bees!"
You: "All hail Stranger, king of the bees!"
Stranger: Tear out his head and some of his spine with the jaw bone and place it on a mantle above my throne.
You: You do so.
You: One of them shouts, "WAIT, BEES?! WHERE?!"
You: The end.
Stranger: OH GODDAMN IT
You have disconnected.

[Jackrabbit]

Saying 'you feel old' when you're only 16-24 is kind of stupid.

I feel old relative to Jack.  It just tugs at something deep in me to know that there's people I can hold a genuine conversation with who weren't conscious during Bill Clinton's reelection campaign, or don't remember the Y2K bug in all its glory, or who didn't beat the crap out of their friends on a regular basis watching the original American-adaptation of The Power Rangers.

If it weren't for this forum, which was like the gateway to the internet for me, I'd still be calling people fags and giggling away on MSN. So really, it's partly your fault.

[Lumbajak]

Yes. This place as well as, surprisingly, 4chan, seem to use perfect grammar the majority of the time.

Going elsewhere and seeing "u no u can get that ez lulz" is quite aggrivating now.

In other news: The fact my vocabulary is generally larger than most people I know is nice, although it seems to fall short when I come here.

Edit: My dyslexia on the other hand, does not make me happy.

[smigenboger]

Hurray, we've stolen bits of your childhood!

[nenjin]

If it weren't for this forum, which was like the gateway to the internet for me, I'd still be calling people fags and giggling away on MSN. So really, it's partly your fault.

Sig'd. That's worth people reading if they ever glance at it.

[Jackrabbit]

The child part of my childhood is a crushed, bloody mess of weeping humors.

And I'm like, three years out of it.

[Lumbajak]

Now that I think of it, I also knew a 13 year old with the literary skill of a Professor in Yale, and he acted just as well.

But he was also asian and we come to expect that from them.