Nothing there to miss but the "duh, that's fake" whining of a mental 12-year-old.
But, hey, in the interest of making peace, you guys are right: that's not at all what it really looks like when a super-fast man hops around on some free-floating rubble to rescue someone. And that's very, very important.

That the initial point was a non-point.

^Champion point-misser^

Eh, you knew what was supposed to be happening, didn't you?
Beyond that, it's silly to quibble with TV effects being less than perfection.

Eh, I'll buy that they were related/part of the same thing, but I don't think that "led to" is right.

Absolutely everybody already knew about the horned helmets not being real thing.
I thought this was old hat (helmet?) anyway: I got kicked off Mental Floss for saying this too, er, strongly, in the comments for an article on this very topic something like four, five years ago.

The goggles, they do nothing!
(And I bought them at the sex shop specifically for this!)

Something like that is already in some secure vault, having been snapped up by some billionaire for a hefty sum several years ago.

I think fauxhawks were pretty much originally invented by TV hairstylists trying to approximate punk-rock looks for episodes like these.

Well, it did have that classic ending where Ponch showed those negative-Nancy punk-rock kids what real funtime music was all about by putting on a frilly multicolored shirt and performing "Celebration" for them.

Which is the year the previous poster gave as when she left for "other pursuits," which is why I mentioned that specifically; I wasn't suggesting it as something she was plugging on that Tonight Show appearance.

Wasn't Phyllis George the host of the super-short-lived "People Magazine: the TV Show" right around that "other pursuits" time? I swear I remember that existing.

High-as-fuck 70s people were blown away by Norton from the Honeymooners spending a whole movie talking to a cat.

It's a noted phenomenon that one can be totally grossed out by the very notion of doing something with an actual family member but find stories/scenarios about incestuous action in a family not one's own inexplicably hot.

The big hardcover collection of Jim Woodring's Frank is also good in such situations.

I'm not being creepy, I like pineapple juice!

Dirty dirty pigeon,
Who's a dirty pigeon?

I don't know, a lot of her "as a former prosecutor, law n' order is paramount, and the cops are heroes who are always right" shit lately has got me seeing her as just another conservative asshole.

Al Freundlich: what an immortal icon of the sitcom character pantheon.

"Welllll, okay, but just an hour! That should keep a pop-culture just-type-real-fast-and-it-happens-like-magic style hacker like yourself from getting up to any shenanigans!"