Sunday Morning Super Dimension Fortress One Fun

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   So it’s Sunday. Sunday’s used to be a dull day. Nothing to watch on TV, except the occasional b-roll cartoon like Galtar or some other show that just wasn’t cut out for Saturday mornings. While I do have a soft spot in my heart for even those shows, nothing compares to choosing what you want to see, when you want to see it. I have a hard drive full of content, a packed Netflix queue, Amazon Prime, and several shows I’ve purchased via my new happy place… Google Plus.

63f58bc6   Now down to it… I am having a great time screening Robotech on Netflix this morning. I have the series, but I really love streaming shows since they keep better track of where I left off than I can with my 47 year old memory banks. I am a huge fan of what Harmony Gold did with Macross, Southern Cross, and Mospeada. I find that Macross holds up really well, and it’s also in my library. I’ve never bothered to track down the other two series. Macross is my thing.

   Back to Robotech. This show had a different feel than the normal cartoons of my youth. I was 14 when it came out, and perhaps it was the Sci-Fi action combined with the more adult drama that had me hooked. Don’t get me wrong, if t had Robots, heroes, or any sort of martial arts, I was all about whatever I was watching. Robotech came at the right time and had an interesting story arch, along with a heavy transforming robot style aesthetic.

UPDATE: While poking around on Amazon Prime, I found both Super Dimension Cavalry Southern Cross, and Genesis Climber Mospeada! Bonus 😸


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