Would suggest in re the “three sorts of alien visitors” that all three are more representative of human tropes in attempting to understand psychic breaks, and perhaps to some extent people choosing to conflate their quasi-memory with someone else’s description. It is exceedingly unlikely that humans are the only creatures in this galaxy capable of space travel, but also exceedingly unlikely that any other travelers have found us, much less three distinct unrelated sets. Certainly all the probing accounts sound to me like attempts to come to grips with sexual abuse by other humans more than a likely behavior by far-travelling non-humans.

Difficult for someone older than the home video era to recall the first binge opportunity I took advantage of, but I suspect it might’ve been someone’s TWILIGHT ZONE marathon in the 1970s, though I don’t remember when I first caught one of those…unless we count just how many times HOGAN’S HEROES played in syndication each day in the early/mid ’70s in stations one could watch in northeastern Connecticut. As a third grader, seeing three a day could get to be a Bit Much, even then (though the two stations staggered their feeds slightly).

The moving mouths in the nearly static imagery series was CLUTCH CARGO, and it was definitely strange and goofy…but so was NEW ZOO REVIEW, which was meant to be an “educaitonal” weekdaily series, syndicated, as a “more wholesome” variation on the Sid & Marty Krofft body-suit series. Very awful for me even then, though I suspect if I check I might be a bit older than Huskey. For commercial television, so also ripping off MISTER ROGERS’ NEIGHBORHOOD (on NET, then PBS) and CAPTAIN KANGAROO (on CBS) to some extent as well, though less good than either And SESAME STREET, of course, which was perhaps a year older than NEW ZOO. Aside from YT, you can find the series still running on no-budget stations and networks, often Xian or shopping/infomercial ones, to “satisify” “educational” requirements.

The Krofft series were the closest to actually damaging, I’d say, in their psychedelic excess…THE BANANA SPLITS emulated THE MICKEY MOUSE CLUB in having short form dramatic serial segments each episode, including a Very disturbing (to me at the time, at least) takeoff on Huckleberry Finn–while the rest of the episode was mostly devoted to suited creatures banging into each other while doing a dumbed-down version of the worst of THE MONKEES. Another of their series, LIDDSVILLE, features a kid who falls into a giant magician’s hat, and falls a sickening distance (I’ve been an acrophobe my whole life) into a suited world similar to H R PUFFNSTUFF’s, their second big hit after THE SPLITS. The only thing I’ve seen since that is as off-putting in that estranging way is the Icelandic import LAZYTOWN…where an acquaintance of mine was a puppeteer. The world gets smaller as one ages, sometimes.

It was also somewhat cool that Mike Nesmith was cast as the brains of the Monkees, or at least the John Lennon, given that he was the one with the pronounced Texas accent, not commonly allowed to be associated with intelligence at all in 1960s tv.

Gonna miss you guys =(