This exact thing happened to my brother and me when we were kids. Well, not the railroad bureaucracy part, and not the strained Irish-Scottish relations, and not the newborns dancing, but other than that this cartoon was a certain period of our childhood. We got one guinea pig that turned out to be pregnant, my dad couldn’t make new cages fast enough, and eventually we had 18 guinea pigs. Our favorite one was named Panty Hoe. That’s about all I remember about the guinea pigs.
Sorry for the Bible story cartoon today, but Benny and I happened to go on a tour of the Holyland Exhibition yesterday, and I kid you not, at the end of the tour our hostess gave us grape-flavored “drink.” Being very vocally anti-organized religion, our hostess was most likely providing us with some very dark-humored commentary. Nonetheless, I drank it. It seemed rude not to.
I’ve been reading a little about Oswald the Lucky Rabbit lately, and I keep coming across these vague references that Oswald never caught on because of his Nazi connotations. I cannot find anything more concrete about these “Nazi connotations,” however, other than the fact that he shares a first name with British fascist crap-can Oswald Mosley, and Walt Disney was a Nazi sympathizer. Or something.
I think this is a pretty weak link, myself. In fact, I think Oswald’s inter-species relationship with Sadie the cat would be frowned upon by blood purity zealots. If I were a conspiracy theorist, I would say that Oswald’s blatant promotion of the eating of fiber in the first scene here (obviously inspiring the famous Kellogg’s All-Bran commercial) is a much clearer tie to the eugenics movement. Also, Oswald’s hot dog is obeying his orders in this 1928 cartoon, as opposed to the disobedient hot dogs in an earlier Oswald cartoon. He’s obviously relishing his newfound sense of power and is planning to take over all luncheon meat next. See? See?! WAKE UP SHEEPLE – OSWALD = FASCIST PROPAGANDA.
Or, probably not.
Nice weather today. I may have to ask my dog chauffeur to take me to the beach.
Good job with the hammer, Baby! You’ve got a solid future as a surrealist.
I may have mentioned once or twice or a hundred times before that I once spent a summer selling hot dogs across the street from the Haunted Toys R Us in Sunnyvale. I keep mentioning it because I will never forget how much fun it was. I didn’t have as much fun as Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, but my hot dogs never ran away from me.
Have you ever seen something so fantastic in a movie or a dream, or read about something so fantastic in a story, that it gives you almost physical pain to know you are never going to experience that thing in real life? That’s how I feel about checkered paint. If I had my own planet, I sure as hell would have checkered paint there.
A few weeks ago I shared some photos of the Snow White Cottage apartments here in Los Angeles, and also mentioned that a number of other residences in the area had the same sort of German forest fairy tale aesthetic to them. And then I left you hanging. Well, hang no more. Come into the story, why don’t you?
Over here we have the home of Snow White’s little sister Rose Red: