I Bought Rubber NIpples from Ren & Stimpy
well our assignment was to write about a show we either think is benificial, or not...reflecting upon poular culture and Steven Johnson's book, "Everything Bad Is Good For You"
Up on It’s particleboard pedestal we look to the television for answers, seeking beneficial time wasting somehow attained via couch cushion, button pushin’. Intricate plot twists have foiled us again! Complexity doesn’t equal acuity, sorry. Slightly informative, the TV is solely lackadaisical leisure illuminating our most occupied enclosures. Weak attempts to outline “cognitive benefits” of television vegetation are futile; these texts are about as advantageous as the television shows watched by Steven Johnson during his “Everything Bad is Good for You” chapter breaks. Man sits in front of favorite show. Man watches. Show ends. Man makes sandwich, and with the same number of IQ points. End of story.
So with that said, let’s leave our Steven Johnson and our Little Golden Books back at home; actually, put them on top the TV (they’re easy to find that-away). We’re no longer looking at “cognitive benefits,” we’re perception shifting, watch out! Let’s look at the television in a broad spectrum of red green and blue. Let’s squeeze between the pixels into the world of Ren and Stimpy. Let’s chomp down on a bar of soap in levitating bath water and admire the bugger collection underneath our seats. Let’s take the television for what it’s worth (not a whole lot), but just enough for short attention spans and Sunday, on the sofa, afternoons.
So you ask, how could a psychotic Chihuahua and an idiotic Cat be beneficial to modern society? Well first let me ask, how could they not? Any creation whether demoralizing or educational influences at least one person positively. Give emphasis to the word creation; for there was an inspiration, the will to follow, and the formation of the final result: a constructive chain of events that is positive all unto itself. It’s unjust and difficult to label someone’s creation, based on the content, as beneficial or not. Considering the fact that everyone has his or her own sense of reality, what’s influential for one person is vastly different from the next. For me, Ren and Stimpy satisfies the left lobe of my brain where my creatively morbid thoughts prowl about kicking around balls of dust with perturbed looks on their faces. For others, like my old stepfamily, Ren and Stimpy is solely a crude show with borderline acceptable subject matter. And they’re right! But they have also overlooked the artistic and imaginative aspects that justify the crudity.
Imagine a world with no imagination. Now imagine a world whose imagination is censored, a world where the imagination is imagined as a sparkling, pleasant, polite, and innocent wonder world full of good intentions and proper eating habits. It’s hard too imagine isn’t it? So stop your imagination from imagining now and think about the last time you picked your nose. Could be a long time ago, if you’re lying to yourself, or maybe just as you were reading this paper. Did it make a squashy sound? Did your nose grow twice as large when you inserted your lumpy finger? Can you untangle your nose hairs with a comb? Well, if you were in Ren and Stimpy you could. Cartoons are known for highly exaggerating reality; the Wiley Coyote trying to catch his dinner with huge elaborate traps, the bunny bending the rifle of his hunter, and so and so forth. Ren And Stimpy just accentuates the more crude parts of life. All it takes is a little imagination and a sense of humor for it and the show is a positive experience for you. As with any show we are faced with a multi dimensional world, from there it’s our decision where to take it; we can go as in depth as our depth goes. The benefit, however, comes from enjoyment. Because, really, what’s not positive about watching your favorite show? On the other hand; if you’re the person that lied about picking your nose, change the channel.
Every product of man shits into a giant mass of shared knowledge, which feeds upon itself and inspires onlookers to shit a little themselves. Personally, Ren and Stipy takes a giant sloppy poo on my living room carpet, and I soak up the scent with every morsel of intrigue. No, my writing skills don’t improve, unfortunately, and no, my patience for best selling novels doesn’t shy away from zero. But yes, I am enjoying the sight of Ren slapping Stimpy for eating the five bucks.
Mmmm…Television. It has evolved into an advertising stimulant. Shows are created to sell commercial slots and creativity is short sided. Any show, which is an exception to this evil is ok in with me… So away with your multifaceted ploys to keep me glued to your commercial break; I’m above you. Your lousy affair plots and crime scene investigations won’t capture my eyes until I see some titties! (A statement that foreshadows exactly where TV is headed and why). It’s like we’re popping pills (another popular past- time) we have to keep upping the dose to stay entertained. I say UP with sex, violence and lewd behavior, let’s kill seconds in the most unbeneficial way possible! Let’s eat red chilies and take the most pungent poos into the pool of knowledge as possible, so that eventually a giant bubble will burst and cover the world in vicious, crimson, fertilizing shit, then from the arising flowers we’ll accept our downfalls, no longer caring whether something is beneficial or not and Steve Johnson will drown in his own redundant droppings screaming “Everything bad is good for youuuu.” All too ironic if you ask me.
Up on It’s particleboard pedestal we look to the television for answers, seeking beneficial time wasting somehow attained via couch cushion, button pushin’. Intricate plot twists have foiled us again! Complexity doesn’t equal acuity, sorry. Slightly informative, the TV is solely lackadaisical leisure illuminating our most occupied enclosures. Weak attempts to outline “cognitive benefits” of television vegetation are futile; these texts are about as advantageous as the television shows watched by Steven Johnson during his “Everything Bad is Good for You” chapter breaks. Man sits in front of favorite show. Man watches. Show ends. Man makes sandwich, and with the same number of IQ points. End of story.
So with that said, let’s leave our Steven Johnson and our Little Golden Books back at home; actually, put them on top the TV (they’re easy to find that-away). We’re no longer looking at “cognitive benefits,” we’re perception shifting, watch out! Let’s look at the television in a broad spectrum of red green and blue. Let’s squeeze between the pixels into the world of Ren and Stimpy. Let’s chomp down on a bar of soap in levitating bath water and admire the bugger collection underneath our seats. Let’s take the television for what it’s worth (not a whole lot), but just enough for short attention spans and Sunday, on the sofa, afternoons.
So you ask, how could a psychotic Chihuahua and an idiotic Cat be beneficial to modern society? Well first let me ask, how could they not? Any creation whether demoralizing or educational influences at least one person positively. Give emphasis to the word creation; for there was an inspiration, the will to follow, and the formation of the final result: a constructive chain of events that is positive all unto itself. It’s unjust and difficult to label someone’s creation, based on the content, as beneficial or not. Considering the fact that everyone has his or her own sense of reality, what’s influential for one person is vastly different from the next. For me, Ren and Stimpy satisfies the left lobe of my brain where my creatively morbid thoughts prowl about kicking around balls of dust with perturbed looks on their faces. For others, like my old stepfamily, Ren and Stimpy is solely a crude show with borderline acceptable subject matter. And they’re right! But they have also overlooked the artistic and imaginative aspects that justify the crudity.
Imagine a world with no imagination. Now imagine a world whose imagination is censored, a world where the imagination is imagined as a sparkling, pleasant, polite, and innocent wonder world full of good intentions and proper eating habits. It’s hard too imagine isn’t it? So stop your imagination from imagining now and think about the last time you picked your nose. Could be a long time ago, if you’re lying to yourself, or maybe just as you were reading this paper. Did it make a squashy sound? Did your nose grow twice as large when you inserted your lumpy finger? Can you untangle your nose hairs with a comb? Well, if you were in Ren and Stimpy you could. Cartoons are known for highly exaggerating reality; the Wiley Coyote trying to catch his dinner with huge elaborate traps, the bunny bending the rifle of his hunter, and so and so forth. Ren And Stimpy just accentuates the more crude parts of life. All it takes is a little imagination and a sense of humor for it and the show is a positive experience for you. As with any show we are faced with a multi dimensional world, from there it’s our decision where to take it; we can go as in depth as our depth goes. The benefit, however, comes from enjoyment. Because, really, what’s not positive about watching your favorite show? On the other hand; if you’re the person that lied about picking your nose, change the channel.
Every product of man shits into a giant mass of shared knowledge, which feeds upon itself and inspires onlookers to shit a little themselves. Personally, Ren and Stipy takes a giant sloppy poo on my living room carpet, and I soak up the scent with every morsel of intrigue. No, my writing skills don’t improve, unfortunately, and no, my patience for best selling novels doesn’t shy away from zero. But yes, I am enjoying the sight of Ren slapping Stimpy for eating the five bucks.
Mmmm…Television. It has evolved into an advertising stimulant. Shows are created to sell commercial slots and creativity is short sided. Any show, which is an exception to this evil is ok in with me… So away with your multifaceted ploys to keep me glued to your commercial break; I’m above you. Your lousy affair plots and crime scene investigations won’t capture my eyes until I see some titties! (A statement that foreshadows exactly where TV is headed and why). It’s like we’re popping pills (another popular past- time) we have to keep upping the dose to stay entertained. I say UP with sex, violence and lewd behavior, let’s kill seconds in the most unbeneficial way possible! Let’s eat red chilies and take the most pungent poos into the pool of knowledge as possible, so that eventually a giant bubble will burst and cover the world in vicious, crimson, fertilizing shit, then from the arising flowers we’ll accept our downfalls, no longer caring whether something is beneficial or not and Steve Johnson will drown in his own redundant droppings screaming “Everything bad is good for youuuu.” All too ironic if you ask me.