Oh hey – I forgot to post photos from me’n’Benny’s recent short trip. Can you guess where we went?
Wow. Initially I was just going to post the second cartoon here, but when researching it I saw that it was marked as possibly using footage from this first cartoon here THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST WATCH:
That was pretty racy, no? I guess it was so racy that they decided to re-use a lot of the elements in a toned-down version with a different story in this one eight years later:
If anybody asks you about the Hays Code that the motion picture industry agreed to adhere to in the middle third of the last century, you can point them to these two cartoons. Note that the depictions of bare butts and guns are removed, but a sort of Electra complex thing springs up in the “safe” cartoon which is a-okay. Because of the confusing scene at the beginning between himself and his daughter, I was so very, very relieved that Dad here didn’t fight the young suitor for the chance to be beat up.
So thanks, Will Hays and Joseph Breen and all you weird screwed up prudes. Without you, I might never have seen a giant bird try to feed an elephant to her babies.
I guess I should have posted this cartoon closer to June 21st, but better late than never. As with last week’s cartoon, this one features a turtle with a souped-up shell. There’s also the old favorite “running through a door making a hole shaped like someone with their arms flailing about,” a sing-along and some skunk fun. Enjoy.
I think someone is giving sidewalk chalk to grass/poison Pokemon.
I can’t read all of your message, Bulbasaur, but I am a little concerned by what I can read here. Don’t cut again!
This cartoon takes a little while to rev up, but give it a chance. The diving and tortoise vs. hare portions are good, it’s shorter and more entertaining than the real Olympics opening ceremonies this year, and it’s an animal Olympics cartoon that is neither Animalympics nor Laff-a-Lympics.
From various posts on social media and whatnot, it seems that a great deal of my friends are taking tropical jungle island vacations. Even Benny is off someplace chasing/getting chased by monkeys. Well, there may not be any monkeys around me but it’s pretty humid and I just discovered these guys
a block away from where we go to vote, so I’m okay. Seriously, the telephone pole here
runs wires up to my street. And actually, if I had waited around long enough I probably would have run into some monkeys because I noticed that these monuments are a designated Pokemon Go pokestop. Monkeys or zombies.
I didn’t stick around though, because 1) that skull on a stick,
2) I already saw some zombies playing Pokemon at the old zoo the other night that were kind of scary even when I was with a group of friends, and this time I was alone, and 3) the occupant of the house was lurking about, using a leafblower in sort of a menacing manner when he spotted me eyeing the additional moai head in the driveway. I thought it best to scoot before this turned into a Most Dangerous Game or Spawn Of The Subhuman situation.
Maybe posting this is going to encourage terrible comments. I hope not. I just spent too much time looking at one-star reviews on Yelp and I am not feeling great about people’s opinions right now.
Today’s cartoon shouldn’t be taken either as a rah rah endorsement nor a ha ha dismissal of Ms. Clinton. I’m just posting this because my friend Kelleypie reminded me of this cartoon earlier in the week and I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head since then. I’m With Olive Oyl!
Right now something called the Sand Fire is raging up in Santa Clarita and the sky here some thirty miles away is filled with smoke and ash and the sun looks like an angry red eye. Sand Fire. Not as good a name as the recent Witch Fire and Fish Fire, but still quite dramatic. Coming up with the names for the big brush fires we have down here would be a job I would enjoy, I think. Stay safe, everyone.
I was going to wait until the end of this six-month consulting gig to list all the new stray tidbits of information I’ve picked up while doing my work research, but the list was already getting long and weird and I couldn’t tell if any of it was interesting to anybody besides me. So to commemorate the halfway point of this gig, I present to you a relatively short list of the flotsam thus far:
Impress your friends! Bore your loved ones! More tidbits to come unless I drown in this stuff.
I went kayaking on the LA River yesterday afternoon, and while I did not die on any rocks, I did encounter quite a few. Other than that and the fact that I went for beers afterwards, my excursion had little in common with this cartoon. No thunder, no duck soldiers, no weiner dog cars. Oh well. Maybe next time.