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enamouredOH, DUUUUUDE. Salute Your Shorts is being properly released on DVD?! WOW.
I don't think I've mentioned this in a long, long time (and I'm not about to go back and search this journal for any mention of it), but: when I was about seven or eight, I loved Salute Your Shorts. That show, along with Race For Your Life, Charlie Brown and that Baby-Sitters Club Super Special where they go to Camp Mohawk, made me want to go to summer camp*. And, well, for some unknown reason, I had a massive crush on Budnick. I remember telling my soccer team mates this one day during practice when they were all talking about Jonathan Taylor Thomas (HE WAS AN ANSWER ON JEOPARDY TODAY. LMAO), and when I said that, they all looked at me and then laughed. I can't blame them now. HE HAD A MULLET.
...though now that I think about it, I think this might somewhat explain why I like Sawyer on Lost.
*: I did go to day camp with my brother the summer I was eight. It was held at one of the local elementary schools and we would stay outside on the playground most days unless the counselors had a movie for us inside, or if it was raining or something. I hated it, mostly because of the heat and having to be outside from eight to four, and also because I couldn't bring anything with me, including books.
There was this kid named Kenny who used to make fun of me, and he and some of the other kids used to call me Sinclair--like the character on Living Single--for some reason. We would go swimming every two weeks on a Tuesday or a Thursday, and I remember there was this one local pool that had a water slide, and I loved going to that pool SO MUCH.
Oh! And on the playground they had these series of things with tires (because back in the '90s, playgrounds had random tires everywhere. Shit, I miss those kind of playgrounds), and there was this one big tire and it was submerged in the ground. It was big enough for me to be able to crawl into it, and that was how I used to beat the heat. I would go and sit in this huge tire and daydream and sometimes nod off to sleep. This one day, my dad came to pick me up and he found me asleep in the tire.
And one of the counselors--the "8 and Up" counselor--was Ms. Knight. I couldn't stand her. I always thought she was mean and shouty. When we'd go on trips or to the pool, she'd be at the front of the van or bus and if it got too loud she would scream "HUSH. UP," and we would all go silent lest we face her wrath. Something happened this one day and it made me so mad that my brother, this kid named Alex, and I decided we were going to Great Escape our way out of camp by digging a tunnel.
Oh, wow, this is giving me cracked-out ideas for Script Frenzy. I was going to write three episodes for a vampire apocalypse series, but now I kind of want to write something about camp.
I don't think I've mentioned this in a long, long time (and I'm not about to go back and search this journal for any mention of it), but: when I was about seven or eight, I loved Salute Your Shorts. That show, along with Race For Your Life, Charlie Brown and that Baby-Sitters Club Super Special where they go to Camp Mohawk, made me want to go to summer camp*. And, well, for some unknown reason, I had a massive crush on Budnick. I remember telling my soccer team mates this one day during practice when they were all talking about Jonathan Taylor Thomas (HE WAS AN ANSWER ON JEOPARDY TODAY. LMAO), and when I said that, they all looked at me and then laughed. I can't blame them now. HE HAD A MULLET.
...though now that I think about it, I think this might somewhat explain why I like Sawyer on Lost.
*: I did go to day camp with my brother the summer I was eight. It was held at one of the local elementary schools and we would stay outside on the playground most days unless the counselors had a movie for us inside, or if it was raining or something. I hated it, mostly because of the heat and having to be outside from eight to four, and also because I couldn't bring anything with me, including books.
There was this kid named Kenny who used to make fun of me, and he and some of the other kids used to call me Sinclair--like the character on Living Single--for some reason. We would go swimming every two weeks on a Tuesday or a Thursday, and I remember there was this one local pool that had a water slide, and I loved going to that pool SO MUCH.
Oh! And on the playground they had these series of things with tires (because back in the '90s, playgrounds had random tires everywhere. Shit, I miss those kind of playgrounds), and there was this one big tire and it was submerged in the ground. It was big enough for me to be able to crawl into it, and that was how I used to beat the heat. I would go and sit in this huge tire and daydream and sometimes nod off to sleep. This one day, my dad came to pick me up and he found me asleep in the tire.
And one of the counselors--the "8 and Up" counselor--was Ms. Knight. I couldn't stand her. I always thought she was mean and shouty. When we'd go on trips or to the pool, she'd be at the front of the van or bus and if it got too loud she would scream "HUSH. UP," and we would all go silent lest we face her wrath. Something happened this one day and it made me so mad that my brother, this kid named Alex, and I decided we were going to Great Escape our way out of camp by digging a tunnel.
Oh, wow, this is giving me cracked-out ideas for Script Frenzy. I was going to write three episodes for a vampire apocalypse series, but now I kind of want to write something about camp.
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