I watched the last few episodes of Phineas and Ferb last night.
It was not a good situation.
I've been watching Phineas and Ferb since it came out; I remember watching commercials on TV for the first episode premier. I remember getting a Perry the Platypus stuffed animal for my eighth or ninth birthday and crying. I remember the drawings (early fanart) me and Amazon would draw. I remember making Perry the Platypus hats (turquoise hat, foam ball cut in half, black paint, orangey felt for the bill) to get ready for the movie premier. It was a part of my childhood, and was my favorite TV. show up until we stopped getting cable TV.
So last night me and Amazon sat down to watch some Netflix to find what? That Phineas and Ferb was updated and... ended. We watched it, I freaked out more than her, I went to bed, listened to the soundtrack I had bought when I was ten, and wept. It was pretty satisfying. This post is a testament to one of my first fandoms. Yes, I was super creepy about it.
Dear Dan Povenmire and Jeff 'Swampy' Marsh. It's been a good 8 years.