The show's name is Heathcliff, and anybody who remembers knows exactly what I'm talking about.
See it here (be warned, once you hear this you'll never be rid of it.)
When grown ups told me that too much TV would destroy my brain, I dismissed it as your typical dumbing down argument, or something along the lines of "in my day [insert generic 1950's activity here]"
(sigh) If only I'd known the truth that while I was watching blissfully, sounds and images were being maneuvered into the deep recesses of my brain, where they lie dormant only to be activated years later.
However, while enduring this onslaught of nostalgic ninjitsu I suddenly realized the power these TV intro themes have. Seriously, pick any show you watched growing up: how many episodes can you remember?
Now, recite the theme song.
Exactly.
It wasn't the stories, or action, or character arcs, or anything else they teach you in creative writing 101. It was the theme song. Most Americans don't know our National Anthem past the first couple lines, but get one person singing the intro to The Flintstones, Ninja Turtles, or Gilligan's Island and watch what happens. Grown men still jam to the tune of Sesame Street, yet all we remember are a few blue muppets and something about the letter T.
There has to be some way to deactivate this jukebox between my ears. I figure with all that brain-space, and me only using ten percent of it, I can grab something at random and shove it in it's place.
Something. Anything.
Conjunction Junction, what's your func- OH CRAP!
When grown ups told me that too much TV would destroy my brain, I dismissed it as your typical dumbing down argument, or something along the lines of "in my day [insert generic 1950's activity here]"
(sigh) If only I'd known the truth that while I was watching blissfully, sounds and images were being maneuvered into the deep recesses of my brain, where they lie dormant only to be activated years later.
However, while enduring this onslaught of nostalgic ninjitsu I suddenly realized the power these TV intro themes have. Seriously, pick any show you watched growing up: how many episodes can you remember?
Now, recite the theme song.
Exactly.
It wasn't the stories, or action, or character arcs, or anything else they teach you in creative writing 101. It was the theme song. Most Americans don't know our National Anthem past the first couple lines, but get one person singing the intro to The Flintstones, Ninja Turtles, or Gilligan's Island and watch what happens. Grown men still jam to the tune of Sesame Street, yet all we remember are a few blue muppets and something about the letter T.
There has to be some way to deactivate this jukebox between my ears. I figure with all that brain-space, and me only using ten percent of it, I can grab something at random and shove it in it's place.
Something. Anything.
Conjunction Junction, what's your func- OH CRAP!
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