It has occurred to me several times while watching Emergency that it would make a great drinking game. Of course since it's a family show you could use your family-rated beverage of choice (mine would be mountain dew). I don't know if anyone has ever done one for the show, but you could use whenever the phantom strikes, whenever Johnny says "shut up Chet", whenever Cap says "twit" or "pal" (I love when he calls someone pal!). What do you think?
Actually, yes, it does! Not that I’ve…played it…or anything…but uhm YES Grab a cuppa your favourite drink (alcoholic or non) and take a sip every time the boys go on a call,
and something crazy happens,
or when you see the green pen,
or when Johnny trips over his words,
or when the Cap makes a snarky remark,
or when Doctor Brackett gets in Dixie’s personal space,
or when Doctor Brackett yells at somebody,
or when Brice acts like a dick,
or when Johnny sniffs something,
or when anybody looks extremely sexy for no apparent reason,
or when Johnny acts like an idiot in front of a girl and/or gets shot down,
or when Johnny derps,
or when Johnny and Roy do something slashy,
or when Doctors Brackett and Early do something slashy,
or when butts. ’nuffsaid.
(or when Johnny has food in his mouth, or when Johnny and Roy touch each other, or when Johnny smiles with only half of his face, or when Chet sets something on fire…or if you REALLY want to get drunk, whenever Johnny and/or Roy have a phone pressed to their face…oh man. The list goes on. I could probably continue this for ten pages, but I won’t, cos this is already SUPER long D: ) Anyway, if you’re drinking an alcoholic beverage, you’ll be sixteen sheets to the wind in no time! If you’re drinking Mountain Dew (good choice, too, that’s my favourite soft drink), you’ll be more than-a-little-too-hyped-up-on-sugar. Very fun for the parents.
(And remember this before you operate any heavy machinery: Johnny and Roy can’t come to your rescue if you screw shit up and hurt yourself, so there’s really no point in drinking irresponsibly!)
Happy Drinking! Just be sure to give me your keys first. XD
I know that stupid phrasing gets thrown around often; usually to the chagrin of the word important. But this show truly was important.
It was Janurary of 1972, and a little show named Emergency! made it’s debut on NBC. Created by the masterminds of Jack Webb (Adam-12, Dragnet, Mark VII Limited), and Robert Cinader, the show followed the lives of firemen/paramedics John Gage and Roy DeSoto on their adventures through LA County in Squad 51. The show ran until May 28th of 1977, with six television movies to it’s credit.
To the layman, this seems unimportant. But let me give you an idea of how much this show did for the US. Let’s say, for a moment, that you lived in a small community somewhere in the Midwest in the 1970’s. One day, you’re at home with mum when she suddenly has a heart attack. Right there, in front of you. First and foremost, the general populace at large doesn’t know the signs of a heart attack. In this timeframe, medicine was only something you really considered when you saw your doctor for your physical. It was still somewhat taboo to really talk about injuries and the like. Regardless, you’ve at least witnessed dear old mum pass out, and you call 9-1-1 instinctively. You reach an emergency dispatcher and tell them your mother’s fainted, and you need help immediately. You’ll get that help, right?
Wrong. The dispatcher gives you the number to a company that will send you an ambulance: a private, for-hire company. And when that ambulance arrives? They will likely do very little life-saving interventions for your loved one. In that timeframe, you really didn’t even need first-aid to get on an ambulance; just a really nice set of white clothes and a hearse or a dedicated unit to put lights on and go woo-woo. You did very little in the back to help that patient, other than watch them and reassure them that you’d be at the hospital…soon.
The ambulance that you take for granted now was nothing like the ambulances of 40 years ago. We have evolved as EMS providers; we are able to actually save lives. This show followed only 1 of 10 (that’s right TEN) paramedic/EMS services working in the United States. Let me repeat that: ONE OF TEN SERVICES THAT ACTUALLY HAD EMS IN THE UNITED STATES.This show, which ran a new episode roughly once a month for six years, actually showcased the good that these services were doing. It brought national recognition to the need for better equipped EMS services.
The show also was accredited for being the first show to demonstrate real CPR to the United States; something that was still in it’s infancy, and which we now stress is a necessary way to save someone’s life the sooner they get it when they need it. In the show, you’ll see times when people literally are confused as to why a fire unit shows up to their home, and even tell Johnny and Roy that they don’t need firemen, they need a doctor. Now, we simply call 9-1-1 and when the ambulance shows up, trust blindly that they’ll help.
THIS SHOW WAS SO IMPORTANT. It was the start of America’s recognition into Emergency Medical Services. It was a turning point in the country to demonstrate that early, life-saving interventions could help people in their time of need; the self-same services that are simply taken for grantednow.
And the show didn’t just do fire and EMS, either! It showed what it’s truly like to work in a hospital. The show also followed nurse Dixie McCall, doctor Kelley Brackett, and doctor Joe Early after the paramedic duo would bring them a patient. Yes, like most shows of the era, it was very melodramatic…but it did showcase what most of your EMS and hospital providers (and to a lesser extent, firemen) go through on their tours of duty.
The next time you’re bored, I highly stress you to watch this show. Remember the reasons that persons like myself are on ambulances, accepting crappy pay and little recognition. See why we put ourselves in a little slice of hell and remember that we’re not all douchebags.
I’m sorry for all the inactivity, but I knew I needed to at least keep up the “stupid valentines” tradition! I love and miss you all! Hopefully my life will get back on track soon so I can get back to screencapping regularly… D:
BONUS: (because I know there are some Brice lovers out there…)
So I’m in the middle of screencapping “Quicker Than The Eye” right now, and we see that Mike is handed a slip of paper for the eye test… but we never see him participate. I apologize ahead of time for sounding like a whiny baby, but this makes me sad and I feel cheated lol.
I know, I know, he had his duties outside of the show too. Could you imagine his part though if he actually did participate? Hehe.
While everyone else is out fighting a large brush fire in “Inferno”, Roy tries out a new recipe he got from JoAnn’s sister, called Eggs Lupin. Eggs what? Let’s break this down, people. Here’s what I think really happened.
The special ingredient is sage.
Johnny like to stand really close to Roy when he’s cooking. He thinks he’s helping.
Chet calls it Eggs Rasputin. Chet’s a dumbass. He’s storing canned goods in the refrigerator.
Marco likes to stand really close to Chet when he’s unloading groceries. He thinks he’s helping.
Marco REALLY likes chili with his eggs. You will never see him this animated again.
Roy needs three dozen eggs to feed six people.
Roy doesn’t seem to have any measuring devices. Roy is a rebel in the kitchen.
Marco likely conveniently left a jar of chili pepper on the counter to trick Roy into using it.
Chet probably switched the chili pepper with cinnamon.
Roy falls for it.
Johnny says they look like scrambled eggs.
Roy is annoyed.
Johnny wonders why the eggs taste like cinnamon, but keeps it to himself. He tells Roy he kind of likes them.
A year ago on March 11th, I was getting up to get ready for work. As usual, it was never a pleasant experience in regards to my anxiety, because I knew that when I went in, I was probably going to be left alone and given more tasks than I could handle. I was preparing myself for another cataclysm of terror; and as I went in to work that day, I had no idea the new web the universe was weaving for me.
When I came home that night from yet another stressful day at work, my aunt and uncle were watching a show I had not an inkling of a clue about. I watched it briefly before going to bed because I was just so exhausted, being anxiety sucks every last bit of energy out of your body.
Laying in bed as I was trying to fall asleep, thoughts of the peculiar show picked at the corners of my brain. The characters I saw on screen were desperately trying to draw me in with their unique personalities and differing smiles, and no matter how hard I tried to resist, I wound up following them.
Little did I know that the men and women of both Station 51 and Rampart General Hospital were there to breathe new life into me that night.
I just knew that I had to have more of it. I needed to watch more and see what it was really about; and I found myself sucked into a whole different world. A world of medicine, firefighting, friendship, brotherhood, trauma, and triumph. I’ve only ever seen trauma in my short years here on earth, so all of these were totally new concepts to me and a little overwhelming to take in at first.
But I quickly fell in love. Knowing that this was a piece of fiction meant to entertain while trying to stay as authentic as possible never bothered me in the slightest bit, because that’s not what I garnered from it. That’s not what millions of other fans garnered from it when they grew up and became firefighters, paramedics, doctors, ambulance attendants, and whatever else have you.
I became so much more engrossed in this show that within a year’s time I have experienced so much that has literally changed me as a person. Finding the show was like hitting a gold mine, and when I found other like people with the same interest and passion as me, I really thought I had struck the biggest riches the world had to offer.
Quickly becoming involved in many groups and forums on Facebook, I met a lot of people and they got to know me fairly quickly. At the time I had Roy as my profile picture because he was the first one I became attached to (naturally since I’m just beginning to watch the show and it seems to be heavily centered around the two paramedics), and I was getting friend requests from people left, right and center.
In the meantime, I was witnessing first hand how this fandom was run. You had the people who ran their own Facebook groups, and the people who ran their own Facebook pages. You had people who took screenshots from the show and modified them into beautiful works of art, or the people who took screenshots and made them into hilarious memes. You even had people who drew their own fan art!
Then you had the people who liked to write fanfiction based off of the show. Some of those people even took it a step further and brought it into role play, which is an art form in of itself. I used to role play my favorite movies and tv shows back when Myspace was still cool.
I eventually meandered over here to Tumblr and saw what everyone here was doing with the show, and I just thought to myself, I really want to get involved with that! I want to make my own group, write my own fanfiction, start my own role play, run my own blog; all about my favorite show! How much fun would that be?!
Starting my own group was a cinch, and at first it was going great until I ran into my first trouble maker. I don’t dig confrontation at all, so when the problem occurred, my first instinct was to run and hide. For a night, that’s what I had done, and then the next day I enlisted more help to keep the group under control.
All the while, I was working on my own fanfiction for the show which I thought was going quite spectacularly. I was really digging the storyline and I had it posted to WattPad, where lots of people were reading it and liking it also. But my group wound up getting so out of control with the drama, and with that one trouble maker, said trouble maker slandered my fanfiction so bad that I gave up on writing.
Completely. My passion for writing was sapped out of me like the reaper yanking the soul out of body, and I was just nauseated at the thought of writing another word. I had taken a hearty blow that day, and I honestly wanted to give up Emergency. But that very day, the guys brought me back. What for?
I needed time to heal before I could even think of writing again, and while that happened, I found a group of role players that accepted me as one of their own. I admired their dedication, work, and imagination that went into their work and after a few months of reading what they were doing, I decided why not try and do that for myself? Maybe role playing will help get me back into writing again, you know, like dipping my toe in the water to test if I want to take the swim.
I full on had a crush on Mike Stoker at this point, Roy being a thing of the past lol. Once I found the quiet and handsome fella that barely showed face or voice, I just had to melt for him. I actually made my own role play account for him and tried working through some ideas, to which my friends didn’t like very much. I was disheartened and downtrodden so much again that I gave up my role playing account so they would be happy.
But in turn, no matter what I did, I couldn’t make them happy. So I gave up Twitter completely. I gave up my old Tumblr account that had over 60 followers, I closed down my Emergency! group, and I still didn’t want to write stories.
They always say not to let people get to you, but when you’re sensitive and when something means so much to you as Emergency does to me, it tends to cut very close to the heart strings. I think I’ve had a few of my heartstrings severed and I’m still wounded to this day. I still can’t seem to let go of what was done to me thus far… and I really wanted to give it up this time.
I wallowed in my sadness and wondered what in the hell I did wrong. I fell in love with a show. I joined the community. I met friends. People I thought were friends but turned out to be the opposite. So what was I supposed to do? I think the universe tried telling me that giving it up would have been the easy way out, that I would have been letting these people win.
I would have been proving to the world that slander on a major FB page could easily tear me down, in turn making me weak and afraid. That slander on a personal page of my fanfiction made me a chicken and unafraid to put myself out there in the world. And you know what, I believed those things until I had an epiphany.
One that doesn’t happen just by somebody saying to you, “well I warned you about those people.” No. Some people have to learn by experience, and I’m one of them. So you know what I did? I got up from the floor, I brushed myself off, and I looked the devil right in the eye and said “watch this.”
I created a new Emergency! fan page on Facebook to post my screenshots on called Station 51 Enterprises. In conjunction with that, I have my Instagram, Pinterest, and Tumblr account all linked to the same name.
I went right back on Twitter, created another personal account, AND created my own Emergency! RP accounts. I wasn’t going to allow somebody to tell me or guilt trip me into feeling like I shouldn’t do it out of their own insecurities. And it makes me sad for them because they do have talent.
With April coming up and that being the start of Camp NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), I have a fanfiction idea set up and ready to go, and that’s right… it’s for Emergency!
There comes a time when you need to take charge and say “I’m not going to let these people rule me. They may have the opinions they have about what I’m doing, and that’s their right, but I get to choose how I react to it.” So with that motto, I will be doing what I love to do as being my own individual, independent fan of this show.
I’m going to write my fanfictions, I’m going to post my screenshots, I’m going to role play my role play; and nobody is going to stop me.
These guys have continually lifted my spirits and pushed me through even the darkest bits of the tunnel, and they still continue to to this very moment.
Did you know that before I watched the show, I was deathly afraid of driving and getting my license? Now I’m taking driving lessons and I’ve already learned how to parallel park, do three point turns, and I drive around without barely feeling afraid. It is the strength in finding this show that has given me that power, and it’s truly remarkable.
They’ve gone completely above the call of duty, and they’ve truly saved me.
With all of this being said… If you’re running your own group, page, writing your own fanfictions, doing your own role play, etc… Run your group and page with an iron fist and keep it about the rival of memories of this brilliant and influential show. Write your fanfictions and play your role play with so much heart and soul that it will bring your readers to tears, or make them want to madly punch a wall. DO NOT LET ANYBODY TELL YOU OR BULLY YOU INTO THINKING YOU CAN’T DO IT.
Because you can. Not only I say that and believe it, but the guys do too.