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80s TV Shows

If you ever needed proof that the 80s really did have the best TV shows, you only need to take a look at all the remakes being done on both the small and big screen. 90210 (although I find myself screaming at Spelling – dude, Kelly is in her late 30s – not a big deal that she’s a single mom with past relationships!!!), Transformers (even if they didn’t use the Kick Axe songs from the original soundtrack), and Degrassi the Next Gen (had a crush on Caitlin as a teen, still do now).

The latest of these is Knight Rider, the series premiering next week. Tonight I watched the movie – expecting a cheesy, awful laughable show – and found myself completely mesmerized. Granted it did upset me that new KITT wasn’t a Trans Am (a Mustang? Really?), but I soon found myself completely engaged in the same way I was as a preteen/teen. (Do keep in mind that I’m very forgiving when a show involves fast cars and great chase scenes. I still stand by that the Fast and the Furious was awesome.)

As a writer, I find it interesting what choices the script writers make in keeping the new series connected to the successful predecessors. 90210 has Kelly and Nat, though they have been written into the plot in a sad, awful way. The Transformers used famous lines from the original – “There’s more to you than meets the eye” – and then mocks them – “What a stupid line!” Degrassi continued on with Spike’s daughter, with Snake as a teacher and Joey as a used car salesman. And now Knight Rider, sorry for the spoiler, continues with the original Michael Knight’s son – who was quite unaware of his dad’s extracurricular car-driving activities.

If this trend should continue, I hope they remake an old 80s TV show Werewolf. It only had a dozen or so episodes, but it was a great spooky show made well before its time.

Mom’s Vacation Day 4

Today I took my Mom to Tojo’s for lunch so she could meet Lee Fodi and his girlfriend Gabriella. We had a great meal and a fun time … even if I did misjudge the distance from my home to the restaurant and convinced my mom to walk. Sometimes I forget that not everyone enjoys as long a walk as I do, and this may have been one of those times. As always, my mom was a good sport about it.

After that, we picked up Conan and took him to Kits beach. Once there, we stopped off at Starbucks for fraps and then found a comfy bench with a great view. Conan had a blast, as is evidenced by his collapse into deep sleep by 9pm tonight.

After yesterday’s blog, it seems people are surprised that I cooked for my mom. Yes, there are a few dishes that I can do, and I can do them well. One of those dishes was tonight’s meal.

I BBQ’d spare ribs, and french fries. We also had Greek salad as our vegetable. (Oh, okay! The fries and salad were leftover from our take-out yesterday … but the ribs were all done by me!)

Bella’s Reading List

Nearly forgot to mention, for all you Twilight fans, that Pyre was on the table of Bella’s reading list at the Chapters in Kelowna! So, while you are waiting for Breaking Dawn to come out, why not check out another vampire novel. It’s just the right length to tide you over…

Gladstone Secondary

Yesterday I had a visit to Gladstone Secondary, where I met with two classes. One was a class of grade tens, and the other was a class of grade eights. I went through the usual – how to tell stories from maps. This time around, I added a bit on how else I find inspiration.

I have props – though some are not appropriate to bring into a classroom, such as my Spartan’s short sword that I would wield as though I were Kane while writing Dawn. But I do have one very cool prop that I brought with me, one that I am going to keep secret for now. Want to know what it is? You’ll have to come to its unveiling at CWILL’s Spring Book Hatching!

For now, I am going to leave you with these photos taken of some of the maps made at Gladstone Secondary, and one very creative story written by Manvir. (Sorry Manvir, but privacy laws forbid me from using your last name.)

The Amazing Penguin Journey.
Created by Manvir

Hi my name is Pengy, I am a Penguin from Musowalo. I have been captured by enemy hostiles, and got dumped into this forbidden continent with no civilizations. Well, that’s what I thought; this Forbidden land had mountains, desserts, cities, villages, and an igloo with an evil Eskimo. My goal was to live the rest of my life at ease, so I wanted to take over the Eskimo’s Igloo.

First thing I saw when I awoke from my unconsciousness was a lion that wanted to be my friend. But since he’s a lion and cannot be trusted I ran away. I soon encountered a desert, and personally I couldn’t handle the heat, because I am a penguin. But on the corner of my eye, I could see a “No Trespassing” sign. I immediately thought, I need to tear it down, and use it as a boat to get down the river. So I grabbed a rock, and broke the sign, I busted out laughing, because it was easier than I thought.

As I was flowing down the River, smoothly and swiftly, I see cats that want to eat me, so I pretend nothing is wrong, and I keep floating down the river, and nothing is wrong, but fortunately, cats are afraid of water.

I’m getting closer to my destination, and as I get off the sign, and land ashore, the sign keeps going down the river, as there is no stopping for it. I look up; I am in the Village of Onslaught, the home of the famous Polar bear. I could see the Polar bear in pain, people, looking at it, while it’s in a cage, and Polar bears and Penguins have connections, with Animal speak. He is saying. “rooor rooor roooooor rooor” Which in English means, “I want to be free, please help me.”

I am thinking of a plan, and it hit me, literally, a stick hit me, I used it to open the polar bear cage, and he is free, and the people ran away, Horrified. He thanks me, and I say, do you know how to get to the Eskimos, house from here? He says, follow the trail, and when in doubt always take right turns. I thanked him, and hurried along.

I was almost there, I could smell, the rotten tar, and fish the Eskimo was eating, and I was outside his igloo, thinking of diversions to use to get him out, and as I am talking to myself he screams, “GET OUT OF HERE, OR ELSE I’LL KILL YOU MUHAHAHAH” I think to myself, what a loser.

I said, “LOOK, a tray of FREE FISH!!” He comes out with no breath, as I am hiding behind the door, “Where?!?!” I quickly sneak in and shut the door, and I sit down in his chair, and start watching Happy Feet on his 60 inch HD TV.

The end.