Yo, remember ReBoot?
Long before there were Bratz - THOSE bitches are an ire-filled post for another day - before they decided the Rug Rats as tweens would still be likable and not intensely disappointing, which was indeed the sad reality, there was a Canadian show which aired on YTV that used to blow my friggen mind.
Seriously, I barely even know how to turn my computer on, but once they dove into the gritty underbelly that was Mainframe and those diaBOLical 'games' were upon them, I couldn't even step away to empty my 11-year-old sized bladder. One time my dad and I went to Playdium and rode the ReBoot ride and I cried when the ride was over because I wanted my mortal life to end and my CGI life to begin. Avatar? More like LAVa..tory. Yeah, I said it.
Who can deny the raw sex appeal that was this sprite-rescuing, hover-board riding RENEGADE? Bob. Not the Builder. That guy can't fix shit.
The Guardian. He's basically Brad Pitt dipped in the rainbow and covered in computery liquefied Alex Mack glaze.
That show ruled.
-Chomps
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