When I was young I hated waking up. Waking up didn't make any sense to me. The thought of rolling out of a perfectly comfortable and warm situation wasn't appealing in the least. In my life, things didn't always go my way. So when things were going my way, for example when I was enjoying being in bed sleeping, why would I voluntarily want to end that. My parents tried to instill in me a passion for waking up. They said "the early bird gets the worm". They sang "Good morning, good morning, good morning, it's time to rise and shine" repetitively in a high pitchy note. They threw things at me from a far to try and ruin the beautiful state of hibernation my body had realized. But I resisted. My will to sleep and be happy was found to be stronger than my parents could have ever imagined. Nothing could pull me free from the loving embrace of my comforter cover and twin size plush mattress. Nothing ... except, for the Power Rangers. Oh those Power Rangers. The most gloriously gifted and talented fighting squadron this side of the A-Team. These teen-ish aged special people, with help from their gack faced, tube dwelling leader Zordon, united to form a uniquely entertaining product ripe for viewership from young kids whose minds were still maturing and developing. Yet for reasons beyond me, the people who chose to air the greatest show ever decided 7am was a desirable time slot. 7am! That was 2 and a half hours before Carl Cozier Elementary School began each day. Who engages in child friendly ninja warrior combat prior to the lunch hour? The Power Rangers, that's who. So on those frightfully dark and chilly winter mornings when new episodes of the Power Rangers were set to air on Fox Kids, somehow my brother was able to do what my parents could only dream of. He summoned the inner strength necessary to coerce me to remove myself from my cocoon of peace and happiness and stumble down to the living room couch. With crusted shut eyes, sloppy morning breath and hair that resembled the underbelly of a wet dog, I watched the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers save the town of Angel Grove day after day, week after week. The putty patrol, Lord Zed and Rita Repulsa were no match for Zordon and his squadron of colorful spandex laden teens. Spandex laden teens who to this day remain one of the few reasons I ever voluntarily woke up hours before I had too.
On an unrelated note, here is a picture I took that I've thought about taking for a while now. I finally made it up to the Alabama Hill overpass before the sun officially went down. I don't love this picture. It's alright. There is much room for improvement. Hopefully I will be able to make those improvements soon.
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