Creepy Children’s Programming Reviews: DINO SQUAD

vlcsnap-2011-08-29-23h37m58s59Oh, Dino Squad.  How much do I hate thee?   I hate thee a whole damn lot.  In general, I am very much pro-dinosaur and pro-dinosaur programming, but this show is edging closer and closer to the “Oh, sorry, Netflix is broken” level of I can’t watch this shit anymore right now.  It’s getting the kid interested in dinosaurs, and he’s learning a few things, but it’s making me insane, and it’s all about me and we can’t have that.

We will start with the theme song:

You didn’t click that, so here are the lyrics:

I’m in
I’m in
I’m in
in the dino squad
on a beautiful beach not far away
I went to visit for a day
got covered with some gooey ooze
that changed my DNA
Now I’m trying to act normal
Keep my cool
While other kids play after school
I turn into a prehistoric hero
I’m in
I’m in
I’m in
in the Dino Squad!

Okay.

I understand that complaining about suspension of disbelief and scientific inaccuracy in a kids’ show is a mug’s game.  I’m a superhero guy.  There are expensive superhero statues in the room with me and action figures on my desk.  My disbelief is suspended from the firmament itself most of the time, but this show still breaks the hell out of it.  So let me just lay this show out for you, and you tell me exactly when it gets to be too much.  Here is what Dino Squad is about:

  • A bunch of kids (high school students, old enough to drive motorcycles) go to the beach and get covered in ooze.  They discover it has given them the ability to turn into dinosaurs.  So far, I’m OK!  This is basically Daredevil’s origin, right?  Spider-Man got bitten by a radioactive spider.  Gooey ooze.  I’m good.
  • They meet this old lady, whose name I can never remember, and she tells them they can turn into dinosaurs.  She’s in this picture:

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So, all right, still okay.

  • The lady tells them that she is, herself, a dinosaur.  She is, in fact, a velociraptor!  A velociraptor who somehow avoided dying in the Chicxulub impact and “evolved” to be able to turn into a human being.  You literally see the two velociraptors diving into a cave during the meteor strike.
  • This is not how evolution works.
  • Velociraptors were the size of turkeys and had feathers.  If you saw one today, you’d think “Ooh, what a weird-looking bird!”.  Cassowaries are considerably scarier-looking.
  • Velociraptors died out ten million years before the Chicxulub impact.
  • This means that she was already somehow ten million years old before that explosion, and therefore the oldest living thing on Earth, exceeded possibly only by the other immortal velociraptor, and is therefore…
  • …currently 75 million years old.

But that’s Science Luther talking.  Shut up, Science Luther!  It’s a kid’s show!  Okay. Like I said, eventually that line gets crossed.  Maybe this is what does it:

  • The other velociraptor is also still around, and is therefore also 75 million years old.  He calls himself… wait for it… Victor Veloci.
  • Victor Veloci’s evil plan is to occasionally turn rodents and fish into dinosaurs, but only a couple at a time.  He’s insanely incompetent for a 75 million year old immortal dino-person.  The two of them should literally rule the planet by now.
  • You turn Victor Veloci’s dino-rodents or whatever back into regular rodents via a two-step process:  1) shooting them with a sprayer that causes the “dino DNA” to be sweated out of their skin, and 2) then– I am not joking– sucking the dino DNA up with a vacuum cleaner.  This makes them better.

Has the suspension of disbelief gotten harder yet?  Still need more?  Okay.  Here’s the kicker, then.  This is Victor Veloci’s hair:

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And, lest you think “Oh, he’s just long-haired, what’s the big deal?” let me show you another picture of Victor Veloci:

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No, he only has long hair on one side.  And that is an honest-to-God red streak dyed into his hair.  His haircut, somehow, is the most ridiculous thing about the show.

Note also his minions, who are dressed like COBRA applicants who got rejected for dressing too ridiculously.

So, yeah.  The show is about how this 75-million year old supervillain is routinely outwitted by a bunch of teenagers who can turn into dinosaurs.  Note that Veloci himself can regain his velociraptor form at any time.  (So can the old lady, presumably, although I don’t know if I’ve seen an episode where she does.)  

And those teenagers?  They’re… weird.  Especially this one:

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Now, again, these kids are in late high school, because they’re driving, but this one particularly– he turns into a pteranodon– keeps getting storylines that imply he is nine.  This particular image is from an episode where he’s having problems with bullies.  The bully’s name is McFinn, which is somehow much more ridiculous than it should be; it sounds really dumb anytime anyone says “McFinn” on the show, especially when they imply that this “McFinn” person is scary or tough.  He’s just not.  Plus, dude, you’re a dinosaur.  Drop him off a cliff.  There’s one right there by that lighthouse y’all are based in for some reason.

Now, I know, high school kids do have problems with bullies, and I’m not trying to minimize that.  But the way they handle it is weirdly infantilizing, especially since they really do try to treat pteranodude like he’s a lot younger than the rest of them.  He also gets an episode where Victor Veloci pretends to be a pretty girl in an MMORPG (75 million years old, people) and tries to get him to “break Internet safety rules” and tell her where he is so that Veloci can… do… something.  I dunno.  Underpants gnomes, profit.  The high school students have technology sophisticated enough to detect two mutated dinosaurs three states over and this dude is trynna catfish over Xbox Live.  I don’t get it.  And mohawk dude is the only one who gets these storylines.

(Oh, and remember that “play after school” line from the theme song?  Is that what high school kids do after school?  They play?)

Here’s the transformation video.  It plays six times an episode.  If your kid watches this show, expect him to spend a lot of time yelling “65 million years back!” and “going into dino mode” when you need him to put on his shoes:

One (1) point is awarded to the show because the big black kid, who would be a football player on any other program, is actually the computer nerd.  Other than that, I hate this show.

#AtoZChallenge, Day 21: Untkaar

UUntkaar is a planet, the setting for the short story “The Debut,” which will appear in Tales from the Benevolence Archives.  This is another one of those entries where I’m cheating, because I didn’t have a U, and I totally pulled the same move I did with F and named something so that I’d have a letter in this Challenge.

Telling you stuff about Untkaar is all spoilery, so I’m not gonna.  It’s totally a planet, though, with planet stuff on it.

My theme for this year’s A to Z challenge is my series The Benevolence Archives.  You can learn more about the series by going to the Amazon page for Volume 1 here or add it to a Goodreads shelf here.  

Previously: Overmorrow.

 

#Weekendcoffeeshare: companionship edition

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If we were having coffee, it would be in near-silence, Prince playing in the background, enjoying this lovely spring Sunday morning.

Some days it’s okay not to talk too much.

#AtoZChallenge, Final Sunday Supplement: Overmorrow

A2Z-BADGE [2016]It’s the last Sunday of April!  Have the final special Sunday supplement of the A to Z Challenge.

Overmorrow is an elf, the parent of Asper.  Xe appears in The Sanctum of the Sphere.  Overmorrow is a general of the Noble Opposition, a user of magic, and controls the spaceport called Roashan.  Overmorrow sets the events of The Sanctum of the Sphere in motion when xe hires Brazel and Grond to steal something from … well, we’ll call it a train.  It’s close enough.

In keeping with Elvish cultural tradition, Overmorrow’s name is a noun; the word means “the day after tomorrow.”  Did you know there was a word for that?  I didn’t, until I found it, and then I had to use it as a name.

My theme for this year’s A to Z challenge is my series The Benevolence Archives.  You can learn more about the series by going to the Amazon page for Volume 1 here or add it to a Goodreads shelf here.  

Previously: Tunnelspace.

 

#AtoZChallenge, Day 20: Tunnelspace

TTunnelspace is The Benevolence Archives’ way of getting around the fact that space is mind-bogglingly big.  The exact technical process behind entering tunnelspace and how it actually works has been (deliberately) left obscure, as has how fast one actually travels while in tunnelspace; it does not necessarily match up to lightspeed.  Ships can enter tunnelspace anywhere outside of a large gravity well, and it is possible for a Benevolence vehicle called a “blockship” to pull a ship out of tunnelspace involuntarily, a process that is excessively painful for any biological organisms that may be on the ship when it happens.

My theme for this year’s A to Z challenge is my series The Benevolence Archives.  You can learn more about the series by going to the Amazon page for Volume 1 here or add it to a Goodreads shelf here.  

Previously: Sirrys ban Irtuus bon Alaamac.

 

Prince

When the news dropped, last week, that Prince’s plane had made an emergency stop and he’d been rushed to the hospital, I said this:

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So I guess I have some work to do.

I bought two cassette tapes the first time I ever deliberately spent money on music.  One of them I’m just a teeny bit ashamed of now; it was George Michael’s Faith.

The other one was Purple Rain.  Now, if I’m being honest, Faith probably got more listens, and given my age when it came out, since this would have been just before hiphop colonized my young white suburban brain, Purple Rain didn’t get the attention it genuinely deserved.  But it’s the truth: the first music I ever spent money on was Prince’s most famous album.

He didn’t really carve out his own space in my head until high school, when Diamonds and Pearls and Prince logo.svg came out.  Prince logo.svg, in particular, is an album that I genuinely can’t imagine what high school would have been like without.  There are only a couple of others that rise to that level– Dr. Dre’s The Chronic and, ridiculously, a Best of Monty Python collection that I only just recently got around to purchasing on MP3.  So while most people think of the Revolution as Prince’s best backup band, for me personally the prime Prince years are the two New Power Generation albums.

I have prized memories of driving places with a car full of people, blaring on the stereo, all of us singing our hearts out at the top of our lungs.  The weird thing?  I still can’t really tell you what the song’s actually about.  That said, it was supposedly inspired by the book of Revelation, so who knows if Prince even really knew what the song is about.

My favorite Prince song is Gett Off, by the way.

Goddammit.

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#AtoZChallenge, Day 19: Sirrys ban Irtuus bon Alaamac

SSirrys ban Irtuus bon Alaamac is a troll, first introduced in the story The Contract from The Benevolence Archives, Vol. 1.  He is Rhundi’s head researcher and a scholar of the Benevolence.  He is also a fairly capable gearhead, and has been able to circumvent Benevolence technology locks on more than one occasion.

Trolls may be the oddest of the races in the Benevolence Archives.  Trolls are limited shapechangers; they cannot change their overall mass or the basic arrangement of their bodies, but their limbs and bodies can change in length and thickness radically, and a troll can grow from shorter than a gnome to taller than an ogre in the blink of an eye, or extend an arm much longer than normal in order to reach something.  Further, trolls appear to have multiple personalities, and often a different body configuration may respond to a different name and act very differently than the same troll at a different size.  In Sirrys ban Irtuus bon Alaamac’s case, his “tall” form is known as Irtuus-bon, and is the form most people know him in.  His shortest, widest incarnation calls itself Sirrys, and is much more petulant and childish.  If he has a form that calls itself Alaamac, he does not use it very often.

My theme for this year’s A to Z challenge is my series The Benevolence Archives.  You can learn more about the series by going to the Amazon page for Volume 1 here or add it to a Goodreads shelf here.  

Previously: Rhundi.

 

On disenfranchisement and third parties

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There’s been a politics post percolating for a while now, and at various points it has been a much angrier politics post than I suspect I’m about to write.  To be very, very brief, I think the last ten days or so flipped Bernie Sanders from I’ll happily vote for him if he’s the nominee to okay, fuck that guy in the heads of a lot of Clinton supporters.  That said, Tuesday basically clinched the nomination for Clinton, and a couple of days later I’m no longer especially interested in shitting on Bernie any more.  There’s no money in it.  I indulged in retweeting a handful of snarky GIFs on Tuesday night– mostly because I thought they were hilarious and not purely to crow– and I think that’s probably as far as I care to go at this point.

That said, let’s talk about political parties for a minute, and primaries, and disenfranchisement.

I have no doubt whatsoever that in any large election (and running a statewide election, much less a statewide election that contains a city larger than forty of the fifty states certainly counts) there are going to be some people who, for one reason or another, are disqualified from voting who should be able to vote.  I had to file a provisional ballot myself in Chicago once; it happens.  Is it regrettable?  Of course it is.  It’s also effectively unavoidable, in that people are people and shit happens.

Supposedly 120,000 people in New York City were “purged” from the voting rolls prior to the election and thus were unable to vote.  Sounds bad, doesn’t it?  Unfortunately:

Of the 126,000 Democratic voters taken off from the rolls in Brooklyn, Ryan said 12,000 had moved out of borough, while 44,000 more had been placed in an inactive file after mailings to their homes bounced back. An additional 70,000 were already inactive and, having failed to vote in two successive federal elections or respond to cancel notices, were removed.

Are there some people who were removed who shouldn’t have been?  Yeah, probably.  But maybe, guys, if you’re planning on voting in an upcoming election, you should check to make sure your registration is up to date a couple of months in advance of the election.  One way to make sure you don’t get purged is to vote in every election– yes, the ones that aren’t terribly exciting, too– and to change your registration when you move.  I don’t actually have any sympathy for the vast majority of these people.

Also, not being able to vote in the Democratic party primary because you aren’t actually a Democrat is not something I’m going to shed tears about.  I do feel like the primary voting process needs to be streamlined and standardized, and we can have conversations about that; it seems ridiculous to me that the process can vary so much from state to state, and I don’t like caucuses at all (and, for the record, didn’t like them in 2008 when my guy was winning them, either).  There’s room to discuss that.  But there’s not a whole lot to talk about when you insist that not being able to participate in the primary election process of a party you don’t belong to is the same as disenfranchisement.  Otherwise, you’ll have to explain why Canadians don’t get to vote in our elections.

They’re not American?  Oh.  Give that some thought, will you?

I get that maybe six months ago you hadn’t decided who to vote for, and I’m sympathetic to the idea that declaring party affiliation six months in advance is a bit on the long side.  I didn’t know who I was voting for six months ago.  But you didn’t know you were a Democrat six months ago?  Get the fuckouttahere.  Go ahead, be an independent; more power to you.  But don’t expect America’s two-party system to accommodate you.


Slight change of subject here: lots of people are going to see that last sentence and go OOH ARGLE BARGLE TWO PARTY SYSTEM GRR HRAAGH THIRD PARTY. 

Shuddup.

You are welcome to be dumb and vote for a third-party candidate.  You’re wasting your time and your vote; the real political parties don’t look at that and go ooh, moving to the <direction> will help us get that voter!, they assume you’re more interested in preening than governance and stop thinking about you.  There’s not a single thing preventing a third party from taking hold in America other than the fact that historically most third parties are run by dumbasses.  How do I know?  The Green Party and the Libertarians, in particular, have existed in this country for decades and haven’t figured out to stop running for President yet.  I’m pretty sure that if either party wanted to get some seats in Congress they could find some appropriate districts and start building a power base.  There’s got to be somewhere where a concerted push by a Green or a Libertarian could end up with a seat.  Go find those places!  Start running for school boards and for mayors and for state governments!  Running for President as a third party does nothing other than massage egos, waste a lot of money, and pull votes from some closer established party that has a chance of getting their agendas enacted.  Jill Stein is never going to be President.  But I bet she could be a Congressperson if the Green Party took the money they were setting on fire for her to run for President and put it into a more local race.  Perhaps start in Vermont?  One way or another Bernie’s not going to be their Senator forever.

I don’t give a shit about your conscience, by the way.


If there’s an overarching point to this, here it is: we have to be grown-ups about the process of governing.  Part of that means recognizing that we’re not always going to get (we are never going to get) 100% of what we want in a political party or a political candidate.  So you vote for the person who has the greatest chance of getting the largest share of what you want enacted.  That means sometimes passing up voting for someone who agrees with you more in favor of someone who you don’t align with as closely but has the ability to govern and get some of the things you want done.  I can remember talking with some Nader evangelists in 2008 when I was at UIC; they rambled a bit about his positions and had absolutely no answer for me when I asked a simple question: How will he govern?  With no allies in Congress and no power base of any kind, how will this man get any part of his agenda enacted?

He won’t, that’s how.  You want to start a movement?  Fine, start a movement.  But you start a movement from the bottom up, by either taking over an existing political party or building one from the grassroots, with local offices, not with a vanity moonshot for the Presidency.  And you do it by voting, and by paying attention to the rules where you live and making sure that your shit is correct.

Lecture ends.  Go forth.  And make sure you’re fuckin’ registered to vote for November, goddammit.