The generation raised on Spongebob will soon begin producing great work. What does this mean?
Will references to the cartoon be equivalent to Homeric allusions? Is Plankton the new Menelaus?
Pineapple beneath sea a living sponge
Failed driving tests and quick sandwich mirth
Neighbor beneath rock, stone study and star
Polynesian Head squid inks a foul friend
He dreams anyhow a woodwind melody
And squelches his reeds in deep ocean
As if to proclaim his being to a putrid race
Fish obsessed with fool's time spent
Jellyfishing precious days into nothingness
Rock Bottom, I have hit you at last
I wish nothing more than pet snails and joy
For yellow squared friends long past
And the squirrel dressed in a scuba suit toy
The imagination box episode really stuck with me.
I think I watched it on some strange afternoon where I was peculiarly susceptible to feeling feels, or something. I was so sad that I will never have the ability of Spongebob or Patrick to tap that unironically and unreservedly into their imagination. Every time that box closed, and all sorts of crazy shit started happening inside, I felt like I was right there with Squidward, locked outside.
You're onto something. Spongebob has a very well-defined cast of characters (comparable to Seinfeld) and a huge amount of memorable scenarios to be alluded to.
"It's just like that one Spongebob episode" is a statement that applies to nearly every human interaction at this point.
The length, quality, and relevance will ensure longevity.
The show may be a huge joke for kids, but it exaggerates all the types of people and shows interactions between them in a lighthearted way. It's my favorite TV show, I've seen all the episodes many times. I do think that there won't be any direct references though, unless it is a comedic reference.
She I dream of all the day long
To her I write this pining song
For in my despair upon the bluff
I compose love songs off the cuff
Her prickled skin is soft to me
Her vastness I see as beauty
Those blue finned hands at her waste's side
Are a boy's pleasure and a man's ride
Her breasts a supple compliment
To a job that's long and tough
How I long to help pay her rent
So time is ours to spend enough
Now some may say it's a fool's game
To seek the fat, the deaf the lame
But I for one like women rough
I'm longing for sweet Mrs. Puff
Seasons 2-6 of The Simpsons, Spongebob and Malcom in The Middle are my holy trinity of TV Shows that I like to watch to get some inspiration and ideas to write essays and works.
It's not like I will quote them or use them as a direct reference, but it surely makes me have fun and think about things. They make me have this 'this is going to be a good day' feeling.
Plus, waking up on Saturdays and turning on the TV while eating cereal with milk/yoghurt and watching any of these shows is such a nostalgia trip.
Mostly on-topic: I just ordered this. How enlightened will I become?
Christmas 2000 years after Christ was a warm clamor of consumerism and called-to-love. We Americans have childhoods to reckon with, part idyllic and part spoiled brat, a parent's paycheck fat.
Dad's silver clover leaf shined on his hat and his hugs smelled like flame retardant, Miller and Barbasol. I sat on his shoulders and pulled his short hair back, letting the bristles bounce back as I wiped his scalp.
A Lego train, half built caboose, made loops around strewn wrapping paper. Around this time I recall staying up to midnight: a monumental achievement for a 9 year old. We watched a new television show, me and Nick. "Spongebob Squarepants"
My little sister puked Ramen noodles all over the floor of that living room, and I ran next door to grab my dad. "Alyssa is sick, she puked. The noodles are all over the floor it's a disaster zone." Dad laughed, the strange approval of a father, and saved the day like he always did.
I flipped on cartoons for feigning illness an ill mind rest needed a queer laugh. I watched TV for hours and hours while Mom mopped and Dad mapped and charted. Cartoons tried to make me laugh and entertain me.
A few years later me and Ryan made Star Trek ship collisions in second story room. We watched Spongebob but new shows sprang up in its time slot. We emailed Nickelodeon, reflecting customer complaints of parents can't-control-kids stressed past.
When my brother married, he had two groomsmen: me and an old friend from far away days. We drank beers and solaced our single status. "Grab me another Sammy and a Rose too, I have a speech to make." And a Spongebob joke retort collapsed all our distance in place and time.
>oh god my friends were making jokes about hot ponies years ago now I'm addicted to a show for pre-conscious children how the hell do I rationalize my identity in a way my peers can both admire and enjoy oh god oh god
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