​ Ralphie Bear is Back–A Villain for Five’s Origin Story-Glitch Techs Season 2 Episode 3-Foreshadowing


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over-analyzes! Have I mentioned recently how much I like this show? How much effort the creators put into making the show true to life despite its fantastic premis? How their constant striving to represent reality as honestly as possible results in the best fantastic stories? Well this episode is a brilliant example of that. In any other show this would just be a filler episode but this show moves the plot along in several ways and delightfully twists the plot out of the simplistic track set for it by the tradition of Western Animation.  

 Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Overanlayzes! Today we are looking at my first reaction to Glitch Techs Season 2 Episode 2 Ping. How to best sum up my reaction to this episode?
Agghhhhhh!
What is with the creators of this show? What vein of universal emotional truth have they tapped into that they can create such terribly beautiful art in this of all formats? Because it feels like the creators have hunted down every emotional trauma I have experienced and have lovingly crafted the episodes around said emotional traumas.  

 Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams OverAnalyzes. Today I am going to take an introspective look into the writing and character development that went into the season 1 episode that hurt me the most. When I first published my review of the season 1 episode “Alpha Leader” I am afraid I might have upset show creator Dan Milano a bit. He had just started watching my videos, much to my surprise and this was my first harsh review. He expressed some concern in the comments and we had a great discussion about it. You can go take a look at that if you want to it was a nice conversation.
In my last video I went into how the show built up a parallel between Mitch and Five’s character development. The show establishes Five’s growth as a glitch tech and his budding skill. The episode also showed off Mitch’s heroic qualities as well. It showed that Mitch was a courageous leader and a good team leader. It showed that Mitch’s team trusted him. It also showed that Mitch was at least starting to earn back his place of esteem in Five’s mind.  




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 Humans are Weird – Chain Reaction


“Why do you want to know the educational background of every human on the evening shift?” the base commander asked as he squinted down at the stiff employee in front of his perch.
The Trisk shifted his many, far too many legs in what the base commander took to be a gesture of uneasiness.
“I want to ascertain if I can,” the Trisk said as he reached up nervously with his gripping leg to brush the sensory bristles over his primary eyes, “where these humans fall on the spectrum of human intelligence.”
“You are not rated as a psychologist,” the base commander said, flaring his wings out in cautious warning, “and this base does not have the capacity to contact any University extension capable of granting approval for research on sapient species.”
“I do not want to do active research,” the Trisk quickly protested. “I do not even want to make further passive observations. I just want to answer a question that was raised by observing what I assume was a recreational behavior among the field workers on the evening shift.”
The base commander considered this carefully. Even allowing passive research on a sapient species could raise tensions on a small base like this. However humans were notoriously curious and willing to be studied. On the other flap they usually insisted on being able to study whoever was studying them in turn and that could lead down very disruptive wind gusts. He ran a winghook over his sensory horns and nodded slowly as he pondered.
“I will have to discuss this with Third Cousin,” he said. “If we decide in your favor she will send you the files this afternoon.”
The Trisk nodded and skittered quickly out of the room. It was a fairly simple matter to contact Third Cousin and get her to agree to a meeting, but the meeting had to be delayed as she was quite busy in the medical bay. The base commander pulled up the medical records and blinked in surprise. It seemed that roughly half of the human population of the base was currently slated for minor medical attention. The symptoms showed a fascinating range from minor burns, to bruises, to one dislocated shoulder joint. The base commander winced and rolled his shoulder joints in sympathy. This was perplexing but hardly out of character for what he had been taught to expect from humans. He turned back to examining the surge in power requirements they had experienced since expanding their research fields.
In due time Third Cousin sent him a terse approval which he passed on to the Trisk. He didn’t quite forget about the issue but when the Trisk skittered into his office the next day with a gloomy set to his joints the base commander didn’t immediately ping why he was back.
“Can I serve you?” The base commander asked.
The Trisk brushed his eye hairs back and flexed in frustration.
“Thank you for obtaining the information for me,” the Trisk said.
The base commander remember to pause for six slow wing beats for responding.
“You are welcome,” he replied.
The Trisk bobbed his body in acknowledgment of the reply but didn’t go. The base commander wondered what the Trisk could want. That he wanted something more was clear.
“Did you answer you question?” The base commander asked.
“Not in the least,” the Trisk said with a glum set to his joints. “I only intensified my questions.”
“Would you like to tell me about your questions?” the base commander asked, hoping the Trisk had no such intentions.
However the Trisk perked up in relief and began circling slowly as he processed his thoughts. The base commander tried to subtly settle more comfortably on his perch, it was going to be a long explanation.
“I was out scouting outside of the fenced areas for the best places to set the insect traps,” the Trisk said. “I was accompanied by one of the morning shift human crew leads for protection. We had found many good sites but wanted to get some more as there was more time left in the day. I am afraid we went past our working hours for the day but our scouting was so successful. We were headed back and found a group of the evening shift humans wrapping up their work hours. The had been modulating the energy flow in the fencing and appeared to be gathering up the scattered insulating components.”
The Trisk paused and gave a sudden shudder, brushing his paws all over his body in a gesture that members of the species usually used to asses their bodies after an injury.
“One human was holding what I assumed was a cold wire but as we got closer I felt on my electro bristles that it was twitching,” the Trisk went on.
The base commander was trying to keep the Trisk colloquialism in mind while the other talked.
“I expressed my concern but my human escort pointed out that the human could not conduct the charge as his feet were insulated,” the Trisk said. “But then a second human set down a pad of insulation and grabbed the first human’s hand. Then a third did the same. Then each of the shift placed the insulation down and stepped on it, forming a chain of human hands.”
A massive shudder ran through the Trisk’s body as he recalled the next part.
“The final human put down his insulation and took the hand of the human next to him,” the Trisk finally forced himself to go on.
The base commander found himself oddly fascinated now. Something horrible was clearly coming and he couldn’t look away.
“The human who was with me had stopped walking and was watching them with his body poised as if he was expecting entertainment,” the Trisk went on. “The line of humans was focused on the last human in the line. They were encouraging him to do something. Finally the last human in line took off his foot coverings and stepped off his insulating pad.”
“But then the current would have a circuit and would have-” the base commander couldn’t help interjecting.
The Trisk stiffened in affront and to the base commander’s shock interrupted him.
“It shocked each human in the line, sending them all flying from the force of the electrocution,” the Trisk clicked out. “My escort was laughing, and once they recovered from their automatic pain display the rest of the humans were laughing as well.”
The Trisk stopped talking and the base commander stared at him in mild horror.
“What was their average educational level?” the base commander finally asked.
“Not one of them had less than a tertiary degree accredited from the home university,” the Trisk replied.
“Why?” the base commander suddenly burst out.
“I do not know,” said the Trisk grimly, “and now I am even without a theory.


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 Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Overanalyzes. We have some exciting news. Glitch Techs creator Dan Milano has dropped the episode names for season 2 or season 1b of Glitch Techs in a Tweet! So lets dive right in and take a look.
Season 2 starts off with a bang, with an episode named “The Glitch Modder”. Now a modder is a person or program who modifies a tool, toy, or program. A car modder adds modifications to your ride, a computer modder makes your box run faster, a body modder gives you tats or piercings.
Glitch Modder implies that someone, or something, is deliberately making the glitches worse. I can’t help but think back to the Castle Crawl episode where Bergy commented that certain parts of town suffer from more glitches than others. Who would deliberately make a glitch worse? Do they work for Hinobi or are they a rogue agent? I can’t wait to see.  

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What happened is this. 
 I had three separate doctor's appointments a few days ago.  Dr.s Appointment #1 went well and uneventfully. I got some good advice about some physical therapy for an old injury.  Then I got a snack. The next appointment was the dentist and I, to counter the stress and prevent getting hypoglycemic, during the no eating period afterwards, got some crackers and a dip I like for a carb and protein stamina snack. Then the dentist. When  I got there there was a Husky/Akita puppy leaving so that was cool. 
THEN, suring the visit the dentist had to give me some extra numbing agent to keep me from feeling the drill. Well it wore off anyway so she sent for the extra quick acting numbing agent that she normally uses when I burn through the normal stuff. Then Marley, the office dog came and laid there with me until the visit was over so that was cool. Marley always makes a comforting distraction. Also I learned that not only did he remember me but he classed me as a special favorite so he didn't bother waiting for an invitation to jump up. 
However when I got up out of the chair I was woozy. Not unusual for the angle I had been at but it just lasted a little too long but I didn't think about it at the time. I drove to the bank to get cash for the cash discount they offer at dentists and I started to feel weak by the time I reached the bank (three blocks away). By the time I reached the counter to withdraw the cash I was having to hold onto things to stand up and having trouble breathing through my right nostril. Mouth and left nostril were fine. Then the anxiety attacks started, which was fun because the Sheriff was standing right there chatting with some lady and I was wearing a bandana over my face and praying I didn't pass out in this getup in front of the sheriff of all people. 
I got the money and asked the teller if I could leave my car there. She noted "Green Subaru" and said she'd take care of it if it came up. I got out to the car and took my emergency benadryl, then I staggered back to the dentist on foot and we figured out I was reacting to the atricine, the fast acting secondary numbing agent which I had had multiple times before with no problem.  So they got me water, offered me benadryl because I hadn't told them I'd already, then they talked to me until I was feeling well enough to walk back to my car. 
I still had my last Dr.s appointment coming up which was fortunate. But I was afraid I was going to miss it because driving still wasn't an option. It turns out my mom was shopping in town so she came and drove me to the final Dr.'s and by the time that appointment was done I was solid enough to drive back to my car. 
However my dad was supposed to bring me the cats (I'd left them at home because I didn't want to leave them in the car  all morning while I did the Dr.s appointments) after my mom got back. But she was delayed by driving me to the Dr.s and so Dad was delayed in bringing me the cats. Then I had to direct his shopping for me because after a reaction like that going into a large box store full of people wearing scented products I was allergic to wasn't an option at all, and then I really had to go to the bathroom but I couldn't go back to the dentists or doctors because they have a tight schedule and only let in one patient at once and I didn't want to back track so I thought about doubling all the way back to a local friend's but then I remember that I'd have to pass by a local private campground owned by my Alma Mater where I had spent many a happy research hour and I knew I could find a chemical free place to go there (yay for trees).  
I got there, took care of business, and drove on.


Then I almost ran over a person. 

Some guy was just laying in the middle of my lane  at the train crossing between one tiny town and another tiny town in the middle of a massive forest. The only reason I didn't run over him was the years of lectures on deer safety at night I had recieved from my dad. I had just spotted a lone elk calf crossing the road in front of me.
As you may or may not know elk almost never cross the road alone,  at least not in the tiny Pacific Northwest towns around my place. Around here they cross in herds of twenty at least, and calves that young are almost never alone at all. The calves are kept in the middle of the herd for safety. So I was expecting to have to dodge the entire tail end of the herd. But no, it was just the one tiny (a mere 200 lbs at best), lonely elk. It was so weird that I was going slow and keeping alert, when I thought a saw another elk calf lying in my lane. 
Nope, it was a big old human lying across the road. I called 911, they told me officers were already on the way. I got to where I could see he was alive and not obviously injured. Then I locked all my doors. Backed up so that I was far enough away I could book it if it was some weird sort of trap (the like of which I had been warned about) but in the lane where there was danger of him getting run over so any cars would see me and stop before hitting him. I put my emergency blinkers on and waited. The sheriffs showed up about two minutes later and the dude got up on his own just looking drunk and irritated. The Sheriff indicated I should scoot so I scooted.

So, that is the story of my very eventful day. I spent the rest of the night and the wee hours of the next morning trying to burn off the adrenaline and caffeine.  

The video below was not taken that night but was taken within a mile or so of the place this happened.