Dr Quest
My blog. My Blog. All mine. You can expect alot of bullshit. Beautifully rendered, sparkling with moonglow, you will find some of the most inane ramblings you will ever read……that being said…….
I am obsessed with Dr. Quest. I’m pretty much obsessed with whole Johnny Quest world. I loved every minute from the moment it started till it ended. Hadji is pretty much father as a child, rendered as a cartoon with an added turban, so it was nice to see the fam on screen. Johnny wasn’t afraid of anything and got to see the world, all to the tune of hot kickin Max Roach jazz. I wasn’t allowed to go around the corner, and was afraid to sleep without the television on…..all to the tune of the overpowering 808’s from passing SUV’s on Martin Luther King Blvd. So Johnny served as a dope escape as I went to bed with comfort that Bandit, Hadji, Johnny and the crew were gonna be back manana, and I could have a another Cold War Super Scientist adventure.
As I got older however, I started a new appreciation for the show. I am also obsessed with what I call ….uh…reclamation. Growing up, I did not see many people that I could look up to, that were a direct representation of who I was…… queer. But in hindsight there always were. Little Richard, Lt. Ripley in Aliens, and among many others, Dr.Quest….the super swinging super scientist bachelor. He traveled the world at the request of Prime Ministers, Kings and Queens,solving problems with his super hot boyfriend and looked good while doin it…..all to the tune of hot kickin Max Roach jazz. He was cultured, intelligent, succesful, handsome and in demand….hence, Dr.Quest.
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