January 26, 2006

Know what makes me happy?

That's right. The A-Team.

"In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire The A-Team."

That was actually from memory. I have a sneaking suspicion that if math lessons were set to A-Team theme music I'd be some sort of numeric genius today. Sadly, that's not the case and I'm left with the astonishing ability to parrot off useless 80s TV show openings like some sort of idiot savant without the savant part. However The A-Team may go down in history as the best show ever made and I would just like to say for the record that I have known it all along. I have never doubted. Never.

As I taught Homie over a year ago when introducing him to the joys of The A-Team, there are rules that are followed every episode. They never get old. You just love the guys for their consistency. Homie didn't believe me but it's true. They always get locked in a garage with an old truck, a welding machine, a torch, and lots of spare metal siding just laying around. They will then build a tank in a Building Something Musical Montage.

Watching The A-Team again reminds me that my first dream job was to be the chick who rides with the team. Remember the chick? Amy Allen? The reporter? She's not important. She's in the first two seasons but nobody ever watched The A-Team for the chick. It was better when they dumped Amy and stuck with being a quartet. But I still always wanted to be Amy. I'm sure every little girl at some point dreams of being an intrepid chick reporter roving the wilds of small-town America with a bunch of ex-Nam military fugitives playing at Robin Hood.

Aqua should have made a song called "A-Team Girl". Screw Barbie.