Some episodes speak for themselves. This one doesn’t.
At the So Bad It’s… podcast, we sometimes like to just hit record and see what happens. This is one of those times. On this SoBadBit, Jon asks Pete who his favorite president is and we go from there to Gary Coleman, the Brady Bunch and of course Davy Jones.
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Short, sweet and scientifically proven funny. That’s the idea behind our new episode vignettes, a little something we’re calling So Bad It’s Bits, or just So Bad Bits. Our first So Bad Bit is called Monkey Gotta Make a Dollar. Why? If you give us five minutes of your time, you’ll find out. Come on, you know you’re interested now.
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Before Mark Ruffalo, Edward Norton, Eric Bana and a mixed bag of CGI, Bill Bixby and Lou Ferrigno – Lou and the Bix – WERE the Hulk. If you grew up in the 70s and 80s, you may still have fond memories of this early Marvel live action foray, with it’s classic opening warning, “Mr. McGee, don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
On this incredible episode of the So Bad It’s… podcast, we are joined by Bernie Gonzalez, host of the Fan2Fan Podcast, to discuss the television version of the Incredible Hulk. Specifically, we delve into a pair of episodes that encapsulate all that was good – and hysterically bad – about this hit (it lasted 5 seasons) series.
‘The Final Round’ captures the budding romance between David Banner (Benson) and Rocky (played by favorite So Bad It’s… thespian, Mr. Martin Kove), as a loveable lug boxer who comes to Banner’s aid while jogging through the dangerous streets of Wilmington, Delaware. Emotions and passions run high as Rocky gets David a job at his local gym where heroin and haymakers are in equal supply.
Where ya headed? Greenpoint?
In ‘Times Square Terror’ Banner makes the totally logical move to Manhattan to work in an arcade slinging quarters as one does when trying to cure oneself of a horrible anger-induced metamorphosis into a giant green monster. Before change machines could render his job obsolete, Banner eavesdrops on some mob-related shenanigans orchestrated by a mob boss named…Jason. This leads to a traffic-caused hulkout in a taxi and Lou Ferrigno running through Times Square/a back lot with cute green booties on. Classic Ferrigs!
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P-choo! P-choo!
Such were the sound effects emanating from basements everywhere, courtesy of the mouths of many an 80’s kid as we enjoyed endless hours playing with those little green men of our youth, army men.
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Army men may not be de rigeur these days, and that’s certainly understandable, but for generations of kids – mostly boys – our collection of army men allowed some really creative world-building. Anyone who ever owned a bag or box of these 3-inch figures will instantly remember the handful of universal figures and their poses: The rifleman, the mortar guy, the bazooka guy, the flame thrower, the minesweeper, the ‘captain’ with a pistol and binoculars, the radioman, the soldier crawling on his stomach and the soldier hoisting a bayonet over his head. Sure there were a few others, but these were the A-listers. The A-Team, if you will.
On this episode of our So Bad It’s… podcast, we talk the little green men, reminisce about introducing ‘guest stars’ such as dinosaurs and Star Wars figures and break out our favorite sound effects from when we were kids. It’s in no way embarrassing.
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There used to be a time when you had to get creative to get your hands on some ice cream. None of this tweet at the Good Humor truck and it comes to your neighborhood nonsense.
In this episode of the Sobadcast, we get into that summertime groove as we discuss the excitement, anticipation, panic and fear of trying to race down the ice cream truck as it jingle-jangled its way through our suburban youth. From climbing trees to triangulate where the truck’s music was coming from, to booking it barefoot down hot asphalt streets, fresh from the pool with a dollar in hand, nothing else mattered but the satisfaction of seeing the ice cream man (or woman) slow down and extend the stop sign off the side of the truck.
We meet some interesting characters along the way. Vinnie the Pied Piper who was Bruce Lee-level masterful with the speed of his change belt and remembering every Little Leaguer’s favorite ice cream, to the totally not creepy Mister Softee driver that roamed our neighborhoods and became a staple of our summer youth.
Some people will do anything to get Mr. Softee to stop.
For our fourth sprinkle-laden episode, we try to recall that single-minded focus to not only catch the ice cream truck, but begging our parents for a simple dollar with which to buy our soft-serve, jimmy cones, toasted almond bars, bomb pops, Marino’s Italian Ices, and yes even black market cherry bombs. But never that Chinese fortune gum. Screw that.
What was your favorite ice cream selection? Who was your favorite ice cream man (or woman)? Let us know on Twitter, where we hand out bomb pops every Tuesday at 6.
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