So I got UNfriended on Facebook recently. What the whodahey? Okay, it wasn’t someone I am currently in regular contact with, but it is someone I went to high school with, AND I think she friended me to begin with. So what is THAT all about. The only reason I figured it out was I realized I hadn’t seen any status updates from her in a bit, so I went looking for her on my friends list and she wasn’t there. That is the sneaky part about FB. If you ignore a friend request, or you unfriend someone, they never know unless they go looking. So I went to her page, and it says “Blahblah only reveals info to her friends, click here to send a friend request” and I am all “Well hell no I won’t be sending a friend request because we WERE friends and now we are not and I am not THAT pathetic.” But hello there emotional insecurities. Yes, I did spend time wondering why that happened. Curse you FB.
And then I got friended by my mother. Hi mom. Since when are you on FB? Oh, since today. I like my mom way more than that unfriending friend so I guess the world is in balance after all.
In other news, Cooper has developed an appreciation for Underdog. The original cartoon series, not that awful movie they made a while back. I didn’t even bother to see it. Who makes Underdog as a live action movie? Idiots.
But it has reminded me how absolutely politically incorrect the cartoons we watched as kids, lo those 40 years ago, were. There are NO characters of color, unless you count the Go Go Gopher Indians. And while they were a relatively unfair representation of the Native American culture, they always beat the tar out of the “Army” that was trying to rid the west of them.
And can we talk about bad animation? It was baaaaaad. A friend was over who has in her lifetime been a movie buyer for Sumner Redstone and Viacom, and she couldn’t even complete a thought because she was distracted by how bad the animation was. And yet I have such fond memories of Underdog, Johnny Quest, Josie and the Pussycats, and the original Scooby Doo shows. My standards were much lower when I was 5. And so are Cooper’s. He just laughs at the physical and slapstick comedy. Klondike Kat in particular makes him laugh. “Savior faire is EVERYWHERE!”