The Tale of the Nameless .GIF.

So I spend quite a bit of time staring at images of Power Rangers episodes. It's a pretty natural thing to do when you make a blog about the series, but this week finally broke me. I was watching A Different Shade of Pink Part 2, and I created this particular .gif.

Now let me pull back the curtain on how I make these dumbass posts, for all the none of you who care. Whenever I make a .gif, the name of the file is typically a joke. That means you get three jokes per image. One in the file title, one as the hover text, and one underneath each image. Which is because I am a goddamned psychopath and I think that making two jokes for an image I barely had one joke for is a great idea. So if you ever wonder why image names or alt text jokes are a little lacking, it's because I was at my wit's end and just struggled to come up with something. Anything. 

The image title is always the easiest though, because I know that not that many people are actually going to go out of their way to read the name of a goddamn .gif for an extra chuckle. Which is good, because that means it can be a mediocre joke, or occasionally just me being a big old piss boy about how this show for dumb babies is dumb and also for babies.

But then I made this .gif. And the easy part didn't happen. I knew it was amusing, I knew I wanted to post it, and I knew it should be in this write-up. But I had nothing. Absolutely friggin' nothing to title it. I had no jokes for what to put underneath it. I had no jokes for the alt text. And I couldn't even think of a dogshit joke to use for the file name. 

That's when I got into a legitimate funk. I was aghast at my lack of creativity. I've felt like I've been in a creative slump lately, and this godawful .gif is what proved it to me. I didn't have a joke or a pun or a witty remark. Nothing. I had failed my audience, and I ceased writing. The word document sitting on my computer has literally stopped at this point of the episode. 

See all that white space at the bottom? I spent the better part of 3 hours staring at it and feeling like I had nothing to say about this episode. It's still looking at me. Like it's mocking me for having nothing amusing or interesting to posit. I'm in a rut, and that Tenga knows it. It's humiliating.

I'm sorry for being so inconsistent lately, and I genuinely hope that my latest entries have been good despite my weird hang-ups. I just want to explain the emotional depths I sank to while making that moving image of a bird getting flung into a truck. I'm gonna take some time and give some extra effort to this post. Make it look better next week. All because I couldn't think of a joke for this goddamned bird.

Wait a sec...hold on.

"Rocky flips the bird."

FUCK