having just seen False Colors...
I've watched even more of my TYR eps now, and I am sad, because I find myself wanting to hit Teaspoon in the head with a shovel. Hard. And that is highly tragic, because I don't want to want to hit Teaspoon in the head with a shovel. I have fond memories of Teaspoon, the kooky yet wise boss-mentor of our riders.
Occasionally, in the kooky moments, I can still find that fondness - though sometimes the shovel-instinct still runs higher.
In the wise moments, it's pretty much all shovel. Rarely have I heard such drivel pour out from a man's mouth. It's even worse when he's teamed up with Kid for one of those scenes; between the "I'll color my language with Yodarific metaphores and a Southern twang so no one will hear that I got all my ideas from Hallmark" and the aw-shucks-gosh-darn Luke Skywalker earnestness, the level of platitude is so uncomfortably high I can barely stand watching it.
God damn it, Teaspoon, why can't you be as charming as you were when I was twelve? You were my favourite of the post-twenties on this show, now Sam and Emma are miles ahead of you.
The weird part is, even with all this cringing and moaning, I am enjoying the trainwreck of my disillusionment.
Occasionally, in the kooky moments, I can still find that fondness - though sometimes the shovel-instinct still runs higher.
In the wise moments, it's pretty much all shovel. Rarely have I heard such drivel pour out from a man's mouth. It's even worse when he's teamed up with Kid for one of those scenes; between the "I'll color my language with Yodarific metaphores and a Southern twang so no one will hear that I got all my ideas from Hallmark" and the aw-shucks-gosh-darn Luke Skywalker earnestness, the level of platitude is so uncomfortably high I can barely stand watching it.
God damn it, Teaspoon, why can't you be as charming as you were when I was twelve? You were my favourite of the post-twenties on this show, now Sam and Emma are miles ahead of you.
The weird part is, even with all this cringing and moaning, I am enjoying the trainwreck of my disillusionment.