I’ve always noticed, in the FEW scenes shared by Elmo and Grover, a deep and well disguised hatred between the two. I remember when Grover was the ‘cute’ one who got to do skits with the guests, now it’s all Elmo. Grover as salesman–you always knew he’d grow up to be a disgruntled dope pusher.
You never see the “We all Live in a Capital ‘I’” cartoon anymore. Musta been too psychedelic. I read somewhere that Roosevelt Franklin got the axe because he was always bustin’ on school and coming out on top: not something CTW wanted to endorse. I think they ditched him 'cause he was black.
The sun is shining, it’s a lovely day
A perfect morning for a kid to play
But you’ve got lots of bills to pay…
What can you dooo…
You work real hard and the pay’s real low
And every hour goes oh so slow
And at the end of the day there’s nowhere to goooo…
But home to Avenue Q…
(Oh, and what CAN you do, with a BA in english?)
Have you met my girlfriend in Canada? Her name is Alberta, she lives in Vancouver. She cooks like my mother and sucks like a Hoover. And I can’t wait to eat her pussy again!
Yeah, see, that’s one of those, whaddayacallit, switcheroos.
What I completely loved about old school (1970’s - early eighties) SS were all the slightly (or more than slightly) psychedelic cartoons.
The pinball machine - “one-two-three-four, five, six-seven-eight-nine, ten, eleven twe-e-e-e-lve!”
And the very strange story about a black boy that starts walking down the street in his neighborhood, and things get progressively stranger. At the end of the street, he meets this talking disco that looked like an urban Dr. Teeth on acid. “Just try to remember everything you passed, and when you get back, the first thing will be the last!” (or something to that effect…) It blew my 5 year old mind…
I work with a guy who moved to America from Russia about 5 years ago, and he’d never heard of Sesame Street. I almost wanted to show him an episode until I realized the point so well put by others here - the new SS blows goats.
That line, at least, has been immortalized in the chorus to the song “L” by Andrew Bird. When I saw him play in January, he explained that he’d been looking for a chorus to the song and was watching Sesame Street one day when the answer came to him.
The Sprout is almost 2, and at my husband’s request, I’ve been putting Sesame Street on for him every now and then. Sesame Street totally sucks rocks. I’d rather watch a 24-hour Boobah marathon than another damn segment of Elmo and that fucknugget Mr. Nudo (or whatever the hell his name is.)
OH, yes. I knew there was going to be trouble down the road several years ago when they updated the opening theme. And it’s only gotten worse. There was a time, even into my early 20s, when if there was absolutely nothing else on I just might watch Sesame Street for awhile. Now, forget it. I can’t take the pain.
I willwatch Mr. Rogers if he’s on and nothing else is. Man, do I miss him.
I forgot to say that I honestly feel personally betrayed by these people. It’s amazing how much it stings, seeing what they’ve done to the show. It’s like they’ve fucked with the good parts of my childhood just because they can.
