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But it's not just the card in this example: c'mon, it's the Swedish Chef!
Like many Gen Xers who raised themselves, I grew up on TV The Muppets, also fish sticks and tuna and Miracle Whip and Cheez Whiz and the Bionic Man and leaded gas, etc., so these characters are MUCH MORE than puppets to me...they're my people? My clan? My Proustian mind-trip support-group?
The questions marks are intended to help me sound a tad less pathetic and/or psychologically suspect. But let's be honest folks: we're all kind of pathetic in this regard, aren't we? We all irrationally stan some musician or sports-hero or scientist or pandas or Moira from Schitt's Creek, yet in my case I also reserve ample room for Animal, Kermit, Beaker, Miss Piggy... and at the pinnacle of my crush is the one and only Swedish Chef. Bork. Bork. Bork.
Why? Let's be honest: I could rely on them... for escape and humour and companionship and specifically the Swedish Chef for his erratic physical comedy and mild violence aka the nervy mayhem craved by a powerless, lonely kid. That's healthy, right? Don't answer that because I've already introduced him to my grandkids. Insert (smirking) sheepish face here.
Who says that pixel on screens are not vibrant things too? Dear friends, who has this elevated status among your pixel friends?
Wallace and Gromit are my all-time favourites, though I do also like the Aardman advertisements, with real people's voices, sometimes actors, for the characters.
ReplyDeleteI love Moira on Schitt's Creek! She can make me laugh by just watching her, before she even begins to speak. My cartoon character that I loved was Bugs Bunny!
ReplyDeleteMy pixel tribe was Uncle Arthur and Endora on "Bewitched," LOL!
ReplyDeleteMy dad got such a kick out of the Swedish chef (Dad's parents and ancestors: all Swedes). The Swedish Chef is one of the options for notifications on my phone, and a couple days after Dad died, it played by itself. -Kate
ReplyDelete...Gen Xers? Dang, you are young!
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