INFLECTOR THREE GO!!!

We of the ToI are big fans of the Japanese Super Sentai Series and their American counterparts, the Power Rangers. As with many foreign properties that are eventually brought over to the U.S., the original Japanese shows kicked major hind quarters. Yes, they were campy, but still cool. Whereas the Power Rangers seemed to keep the camp, but just didn't have as much of cool. Overtime, Power Rangers finally started filming their own footage here and there which has a to count for something. Anyway, we decided that we wanted to share our love of these wonderful, color-coded heroes. We'll be doing this over a series of posts. Today, we're each sharing our all time favorite Power Rangers theme songs. Tomorrow, it'll be our all time favorite Super Sentai theme songs.

One thing you cannot deny is how pumped up you got when the theme song for the original Mighty Morphin Power Rangers came on. Now, not all the theme songs have had that rock vibe that gets you goin (I'm looking at you, Mystic Force's dancy dance theme song). Now, onto my favorite theme song.

Power Rangers SPD


My fist goes up into the air everytime I hear this. I jump and bang my head with much vigor. This song just makes me want to throw on a costume and run out and fight aliens. For a Power Rangers intro to really get you in the mood, the theme song needs to be fast-paced and exciting. This song hits both of those for me. Plus, I like watching the intro for that little smirk on Z's face. My goodness, that girl looks good.

And Sheperds We Shall Be

We of the ToI LOVE The Boondock Saints for various reasons. Me: Because of the action and the fact that it's incredibly quotable. Olivia: Because of the action and this one line "Is it dead?" Murphy: Because of the action and because they chose to have the brothers be Irish.

Due to our love of this cult classic, it was only natural that we be there opening night. We went. We watched. We smiled. Considering the Trifection has never done a joint post, we figured we'd change that by doing a round table review of The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day. And by review, I mean the three of us totally geeking out over it. And just to warn you, there may be a few spoilers here and there.


Tanner: So............ we can all agree that we witnessed something grand.

Murphy: Agreed

Olivia: Agreed

Murphy: I'll admit, I still feel the first one is a far superior film.

Olivia: That's usually the case with most sequels, but Troy Duffy was still on top form. And he wasn't trying to make a GREAT film, just a film the fans would enjoy. I feel he at least succeeded in that.

Tanner: What did you two think about the addition of Eunice?

Olivia: She was no Smecker.

Murphy: At the beginning, she was pretty annoying. The gum-chewing got on my nerves.

Olivia: And it took me a while to get used to that accent.

Tanner: But you have to admit, she got fairly likable in the second half of the movie.

Olivia: That's true, and I loved the scenes between her and Greenley. What did you guys think of Romeo?

Tanner: I thought he was hilarious.

Murphy: I was scared they were just going to make him a clone of Rocco, but I was so glad this wasn't the case. In my own little dream world, I see a spin-off film featuring the wonderful misadventures of Rocco and and Romeo.

Olivia: -drifts off scrubs style- Oh, Rocoo. Mexicans don't like that word. You're so silly.

Tanner: Speaking of Rocco, it was good to see him again.

Olivia: The was the greatest pep talk in the history of pep talks in cinema.

Murphy: I was glad to see him delivering the opening narration. How did you like the scenes showing Il Duce's beginnings?

Olivia: I thought it was a nice touch.

Tanner: Especially since we got to see the evolution of his vest.

Olivia: Guys, moment of silence for Smecker.

Murphy:

Tanner:

Olivia:

Murphy: That's right folks, Agent Smecker died in the time between the first and second.

Olivia: I miss my Willem.

Tanner: Don't we all?

Olivia: So....... that ending.

Tanner: HOLY CRUD THAT ENDING!!!

Murphy: That came out of left field for me.

Tanner: Great way to leave us hanging for a third film.

Olivia:I hope said third film gets made. And I hope it doesn't take ten years like this one.

Murphy: Aye.

Tanner: So, how would you sum up your experience watching this movie.

Olivia: Even with the main focus of the first half being mainly on humor, it was still a great flick.

Murphy: I'll definately be seeing it again.

Tanner: I'll be buying the DVD, of course.

Olivia: Well that seems to be all for now. We have another team post up soon, only more thought will be put into it. Adieu.

Murphy: Farewell.

Tanner: Later.

Bit More Clickity Click Click Click

Murphy's turn.

I'm sitting at this coffee shop in Lawrence, Kansas waiting on my iced cappuccino and typing on my laptop. As is the guy next to me. As is the girl next to me. As is the couple I see on the other side of the shop. Is this a trend now? I wonder what they're typing. I wonder if they're wondering what I'm typing. I'm going to ask this guy what he's typing. He was mean and gave me the silent treatment. I'll ask this girl. Apparently, she's writing a comedic play. She talked to me because I have an accent.

Why do you Americans call it "football"? I'm not saying I don't like it. It's an exciting sport, but where's the feet? Okay, kick-off and punting. I understand that. But why don't you call it what it is: rugby with pads and helmets? Was that an insult? I don't know. Take it how you want to.

I've been invited to parties in which people were going to "party like a rock star". That's pretty broad considering how many different genres of rock there are. Are we going to party like heavy metal rockers, punk rockers, folk rockers, etc.? Be specific, people. If we're going to party like heavy metal rock stars, that may be too much for me, but I may be able to take the mellow folk atmosphere. Keep this in mind next time you use that phrase.

Order's up. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Yummy. She wrote her number on the side of my cup. I should let her know that I'm currently taken. She blushed out of embarrassment. Turns out, she handed me the wrong cup. Oh, what a story that will make for her to tell all her friends.

Set up for a suspense film: a detective tracks down a serial killer known as the Barrel O' Monkeys killer because he leaves a little red plastic monkey at every murder because that's what he feels murder is as fun as. Ridiculous, yes. Fun, yes. Enthralling, highly unlikely.

Like Tanner before me, I decided to do a spellcheck. The only thing highlighted was "Mmmmmmmmmmmm". I decided to see if there were any suggestions to spell this correctly. No suggestions. Spellcheck, how is it a misspelling if you have not suggestions for it? I don't understand you, spellcheck. I just don't UNDESTAND you.

Yes, that misspelling was intentional.

I just got a dirty look from some guy who walked in. Is it my hat? Does this fellow think I'm just another trendy hipster who thinks it's cool to go to a coffee shop and type random nonsense onto his or her laptop? I'll have you know, sir, that many Irishman are known to wear caps like this. Don't pigeonhole me just because I'm on a laptop in a coffee shop wearing a vest and flip-flops along with this hat. I'm going to say something to my new friend to my right as he walks by. He looked and smiled. Oh, you realize I'm Irish now so you say to yourself "Oh, THAT'S why he's wearing that cap. I thought he was trying to be cool like most kids these days. He's not sad, anymore." Go drown in your latte.

Why don't we have more washboard players in bands? The washboard is an amazing instrument. If you play the washboard, you are partying like a folk rock star. Way to be, my friend. Way. To. Be. I love you.

So, my new friend rocks. Her comedic play is about a girl rocker who works as a receptionist and who's best friend is a robot. This is brilliant stuff. Possible platonic soul mate? I think so.

Victoria, I won't date her. Don't worry.

Tanner just told me that he has to go in for jury duty selection on Monday. Wouldn't be great if he got some dramatic case that will eventually get turned into an episode of Law & Order? He can then say "THIS OUTCOME HAPPENED BECAUSE OF ME!!!" And he would say that. He would jump up and shout that. And then he'd flail his arms about. And there would be a koala. Why would there be a koala? Because there just would be. Never question Bruce Dickincon!

You have reached the end of the blog. Congratulations. And Nina: How dare you splash your plain coffee into my iced cappuccino. Such things are atrocities in the world of coffee counter culture.

Click Click Click Goes The Keyboard

I'm experimenting today. Instead of coming to you with something already planned, I'm going to let my fingers do the talking. Well, the typing. But my fingers always do the typing, don't they? Well, my fingers will type while my mind wanders aimlessly into odd and ends and ins and outs. Understand? No? Good enough.

So things. Things are things and some of these things I like. Other things I'm not a big fan of. Not sure why. Maybe it has to do with personal tastes or maybe a clash of beliefs. Who knows? God knows. And the Shadow knows. Wait, the Shadow doesn't know why I'm not a fan of them. But he knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men. Then he laughs after stating what said evils are. He's maniacally heroic like that, don't ya know?

I just did a spell check. No misspellings found, thus far. Maybe a few grammatical errors, but not misspellings. That's fine. I'm okay with grammatical errors. Who cares if the I have adjectives and adverbs mixed up? Do you? You do? Well, you must be a communist. How dare you disagree with me and the wonderful world of capitalism. You and your communism. How dare you. I have no love for you.

Itchy hand. Wonder why it itches so. No bites there. No scratches. No scabs. No reason for it to itch. But it just started itching. Odd. Many things are odd. You most likely find me odd, right now. If you do and you're actually enjoying it, then you're alright. But if you think me being odd is just too odd, go to the previous paragraph and start reading it at the seventh sentence. Eventually you'll make your way back here. Unless you went back again. Then you'll wind up reading in circles and never read what I'm typing right now. Therefore it would be useless for me to even be explaining this thus wasting the time of the people who enjoy my oddness. But there might be a chance they get entertainment out of your childlike ignorance. If this is the case, everyone wins. Except the communists.

My dog was outside for fifteen minutes. I let him out to go to the bathroom. He comes in and starts sniffing around. He doesn't need food and water. He has that already. Maybe he needs out again, despite the fact he just came in. I let him out. He urinated. But he did that when I let him out the first time. Cowboy, I hope you're okay. Many of you may be alarmed by this, thinking his bladder may be having problems due to his age. Worry not, dear friend. He just drank the rest of his water when he came back in. Did I forget to mention this earlier? I did? Well, I'll remember not to do that again. Thank you for informing me.

SweeTarts are more tart than sweet, in my humble opinion. Humble opinion. Is it really humble? I'm stating it, hoping people will listen to me and maybe adopt this opinion. Doesn't seem too humble to me. I'll restate that. In my opinion. There. Problem solved. I'm glad you read that and have now taken this opinion and are touting it about as if it is your own. But it is not your own. It's not my own. Many people could have this opinion.

One reason I'm writing this is to prove that drugs and alcohol are not needed for random writing such as this. If you're bored enough; eccentric enough; hyper enough; occasionally pretentious enough; and have a means to put the words down, then you too can do such a feet. Try it sometime. You may be surprised.

Olivia and Murphy just drank my last two Jones Sodas. How dare they. This means war, my cerebral cellmates. This. Means. War. Sleep with one eye open.

You are most likely confused. Objective: complete.

Who are you? And why are you reading this? I'd honestly like to know. Seriously. Tell me. Who are you? I really WANT to know.

These people befuddle me on occasions. Like my father. He's standing there watching the television. This is nothing out of the ordinary. But I'm taking into consideration what it is on the television he's watching. The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Why is he stopping to actually pay attention to it? It's not normally a show he'd take any interest in. Why?

I just let Cowboy out again. He left a present on the porch. He does that sometimes because he feels since he's a dog, he doesn't have to conform to the behavioral codes of society. Fight the power, Cowboy.

Olivia said my mom bought that cherry Jones for her. No she didn't, Olivia. She specifically said "I bought you some Jones, Tanner. Better hide it." "You" refers to me, Olivia. "Me" being Tanner. "Tanner" being the one writing this. "The one writing this" being someone who is a bit too out there at times. Some still find it hard to believe I don't use drugs. Do I really come across that way?

I was accused of being a pot-smoking hippy by the pickle vendor at the Ren Faire. How dare he.

I think I've written enough.

Farewell.

Tanner Criswell Roberts.

Period.

Cartoons That Could Do Well In Live-Action Territory (If Done Right) Part Three

Now belonging to this blog, I feel I should do one of these as a rite of passage. And even though I have a list of action packed cartoons on my list, I felt I should do something a bit different than what Tanner and Murph have posted.

Stop me if you've heard this one: girl tries to lead a fairly average life while moonlighting as a world famous pop sensation. Sound familiar? If you said Hannah Montana, I'm going to kill you face clean off.

I'm talking about...
Jem




For those of you not familiar with this series, Jem is the alter ego of Jerrica Benton, owner of Starlight Music. Jerrica must juggle duties of manager of Starlight and her super rockin career as Jem, lead singer of the holograms (let's see Miley try to run her own studio. BOOYAH, BABY BILLY RAY!!!). But instead of just donning a wig, Jerrica becomes Jem using Synergy, her father's greatest invention. For those wondering, Synergy was a holographic computer designed as a state-of-the-art audio/visual synthesizer (SYNergy!!! GET IT?!?!?!)

Jem travels around with her band/friends, the Holograms. However, trouble always follows due to their rival band known as the Misfits (not to be confused with that incredibly bad ace band that Hot Topic has milked the crud out of). They'd most likely just use the Stingers as the rival band, so as not to confuse anyone (plus I have a good feeling shirts for this movie will eventually land in Hot Topic).

If this were to be transferred to the screen, it would be best done as a musical dramedy. Part of me wants to see Jem as a bit of an indy pop/rocker type, but I'll still be fine as the strictly glitterized pop songstress. She needs to run into the Misfits quite a bit (and maybe the Stingers for the crazy, pretentious, nostalgia freak like me).

Casting. For casting............ okay ya got me there. I don't get as into picking actors out like Tanner and Murphy. I say just grab a talented unknown off broadway and see what happens.

Okay, so mine wasn't as detailed as the boys', but it got my point across. We need a Jem movie to be an ultra rocking anti-Hannah Montana.

I am Olivia and I am done.

Lady Olivia Has Arrived

Bon jour to you all. I am Olivia Madison AKA Lady Olivia. I was invited by Tanner to join his blogging team. He also wanted me to announce that said team has a name now: The Trifection of Inflection (hey, it was his idea not mine).

Just to warn you, I'm a little bit more random than Tanner and I will be throwing random thoughts in sandwiched between parentheses (that's how I roll, sucka).

So, since Murph did his little introduction I figured it's only natural that I do the same.

As already stated, my name is Olivia Madison. I'm a 23-year-old geektress originally from Memphis, Tennessee where I was with an all-girl Queen tribute band known as King (clever, no?). I'm currently residing in Edmond with my cousin and shall be attending OU. BOOMER SOONER!!! Tanner has me doing that now.

Speaking of that crazy kid, we originally met via the Tube of You. I found his channel and thought his videos were pointless and random. My kinda film making. He provided me with nice geek-out sessions and I gave him hope that there really are women who will marry a man because he can sing various cartoon theme songs WITH their narration intact.

Further on down the road (CLAPTON FOREVER) Tanner introduced me to a wonderful Irishman named Murphy Brannigan. You can imagine my giddiness when I found out that he knew a geek with an Irish accent *swoons*.

Needless to say, we became a super pretentious geek force to be reckoned with.

Now, random facts about me.

• Since the age of thirteen, I've wanted to marry Flash Gordon.
• I see Hannah Montana as a total rip-off of Jem.
• I seriously think Joss Whedon needs to turn Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog into an off-Broadway show.
• I'm one of the few women who can resist the charms of Robert Pattinson. Yes, ladies, I know he's gorgeous. But honestly, there's too much angst for me. I like my fellas light-hearted with a wee bit of sorrow from time-to-time. However, I do enjoy the Twilight series.
• I want to write a musical based around the songs of Carol King.
• I want to point out that Secret Diary of a Call Girl is an ITV series NOT a Showtime series. I have trouble looking at the DVD boxes knowing this (this was for you, Murphy).
• The only wrestling promotion I'll watch is Chikara Pro.
• I love Neo-Victorian style.
• I'm currently rocking out to ABBA.

So that is me and that is all for now.

So long, all you happy people

*big smooches*

Lady Olivia

Bernard Cogsworth

Since I introduced you all to Prince Calvin Mortimer, I figured I should now let you meet his personal pilot, friend, and partner-in-adventure.

Captain Bernard Cogsworth

Captain Bernard Cogsworth is the son of Admiral Jonathan Cogsworth. He joined the Royal Air Corps of Eldonia at the age of sixteen and shined brightly as one of the best young pilots Eldonia had ever seen. As time went on, his skill in the sky made him quite the celebrity. He was considered a hero after many dogfights and a particularly daring search and destroy mission in the War of Nations (known by many as the Grand War of Nations, but Bernard refuses to call it 'grand').

He was awarded the highest military award in Eldonia, the Crest of Greensmith, as well as being four-time champion of the Storm Cloud Open Air Race. All this happened before he turned twenty-five. At twenty-six, he became head airship and aeroplane mechanic for the Corps. He still competes in a few small air races and also works as part-time flight instructor.

After months of wanting to get out and see the world, Bernard was given an invitation to the Royal Palace to meet with King Byron Mortimer. King Byron explained to Bernard how Prince Calvin's most recent pilot unfortunately retired after only two months. The idea of being the chauffeur for spoiled young royal didn't seem too appealing to Bernard, but he realized this was his chance to finally get out and get a small taste of adventure. He just hoped Calvin wouldn't be whiny little sissy boy refusing to get his hands dirty and do anything dangerous.