postfurry; reflections (~)
It's been like sitting down to watch Galaxy High School and finding out that, in total Mandela Effect defiance of all your memories, Doyle and Amy are in their thirties, and the plots and characters are more like something out of the Big Chill or Return of the Secaucus Seven.
This is what that no-good mangy Coyote god warned me about. And He was right, too, the son of a cosmic mutt. It's actually perfectly survivable, even cozy, in a "winter sun" kind of way.
re: postfurry; reflections (~)
And then, half a season in, you finally realize... wait, no. This isn't the wrong show at all. It's the reboot. YOU'RE the faculty now.
And the crazy space kids are still having their crazy space adventures right under your noses, turning into otters and dyeing themselves blurple and grellow and splicing their DNA with jellyfish.
And it's okay. It's not as much fun to watch as the original, too vicarious, but at least you don't feel too old for it anymore.
re: postfurry; reflections (~)
But you're still not quite sure whether it's a comedy or a tragedy. (I mean, look what they did to Riverdale. :> ) So you keep watching and praying to your gods of choice that the writers know what the fuck they're doing and the weird otter kids, little though you comprehend them, are all going to make it through the finale.
It's not a cartoon adventure anymore, not for you, and never will be again. But you're forced to admit: you're still hooked.
