opinion: no series or story ever will ever have as perfect an intro as over the garden wall, and it does it in two lines and a song
you start with a frog playing piano. you are instantly intrigued. you get given a really cool intro song that plays perfectly on the notes of like, autumn nostalgia? itâs pretty and slow music, showing you images you havenât seen before but the tone makes it feel like stuff youâve forgotten, things on the tip of your tongue, rather than stuff thatâs entirely new
we then have the narration, thatâs like, storybook shit, you think ah yes i know where this is going, this is the feeling i was just having
this is furthered by the creepy but still fairytale style woods
and then we have gregâs first line which is literally just the list âantelope, guggenheim, albert, salami, giggly, jumpy, tom, thomas, tambourine, leg face mccullen, artichoke, penguin, pete, steveâ and with every new word added youâre trying to guess what the fuck heâs listing and how this has anything to do with the setting you thought you knew, it puts you completely on the back foot but youâve gotta find out what it is now
but nothing prepares you for the moment greg goes âbut i think the very worst name for this frog is-â and thatâs the kicker. bc itâs ridiculous and its funny and it tells a whole story and makes you look at the whole thing in a new light and sets an incredible tone for the story before we know anything about the characters or even reach a single plot point
(i mean otgw continues to live up to that tone and even surpasses it which is what makes it such a good series despite being so short but yeah nothing else pulls you in this quickly in quite the same way and i love it)
âAs I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I wonât let my spirit be destroyed.â
Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; but eventually it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hand inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past - the memories - and make peace with them.
Donât chase people. Be yourself, do your own thing, and love people. The right people - the ones who really belong in your life - will come to you, and stay.
I am slowly learning that some people are not good for me, no matter how much I love them. I deserve someone who is gentle and kind, because my soul is getting tired. Realizing that I deserve something good is one of the first steps.