Thank goodness spumoni was never involved. Things really could have gotten ugly.
Just talking with my mouth
I never watched Clutch Cargo, so I was unfamiliar with this “Synchro-Vox” animation system. It is really quite a thing.
Laugh, mouse, laugh
This cartoon kind of reminds me of a movie I worked on a long time ago called The Legend of Flashpants. That movie ended more tragically than this one, though, and there was less singing. The female love interest wasn’t as fickle, either. Okay, maybe this cartoon has nothing in common with The Legend of Flashpants except for a mustachioed guy trying to explode his rival onstage. Moving on.
Voice choice
Hey everybody! It’s Billy Murray, the Denver Nightingale himself, providing the voice of Talkie in this cartoon. You say you don’t know who Billy Murray is? Man, know your onions. He’s a real lalapazaza.
Geography, astronomy, music, history
On Monday, Benny and I saw the solar eclipse at a high school football field in the Idaho Cascades. A girl named Phoenix organized a big viewing festival with the local school STEM club, and there were telescopes and pinhole box viewers and hamburgers and European tourist families and a cute boy playing a soulful acoustic rendition of “I’m Sexy And I Know It” on his guitar and a big countdown to the totality that was off by a few seconds. It was pretty nice. There was a rundown trailer down the road with a brand-new Confederate flag hanging from it, but mostly there were people being happy and excited and community-minded. It was a good day.
This cartoon reminds me a little of the whole experience, I guess. Let’s see if we can outshine ignorance.
Close encounters of the tired kind
I’ve been too tired to go two-tired lately. I would be a lot more fit if I stopped relying on my Fit so much.
Kyle Basa
Back in high school, I collected Garbage Pail Kids cards. GPK cards had gross pictures of not-cute monstrous Cabbage Patch-style kids with rhyming or alliterative or corny joke names. A kid eating his own mucous was Snotty Scotty. A head being preserved in a jar was Formalde Heidi. Most of the kids also had a twin, which was a card with the same image but a different name. Formalde Heidi’s twin was Decapitated Hedy.
Anyway, most of these names made sense in their own way, and I enjoyed most of them, but there was one I could not abide, and that was Hot Doug’s twin Fran Furter. FRAN Furter? How could you think of Fran Furter and not go to Frank Furter? Who was responsible for this?
Then I went back and checked out GPK Series 1 and 2 cards and found Furry Fran, Schizo Fran and… Fran Fran. I guess there was a GPK artist with a thing for the name Fran.
This story doesn’t really have a resolution, but that makes it perfect for today’s cartoon, which also doesn’t really have a resolution. It features hot dogs, at least for a while.
The music in my head
This cartoon is pretty good, but I’m posting it mainly because if I ever do a Fancy Notions podcast, this title music is going to be my theme song.
Ooty ooty ooty
I’m a little confused about the concept here. If the person is transported to the time where his behavior is most appropriate, wouldn’t they be accepted happily there? Maybe a thing got lost in translation.
Also, I wonder what time I would end up in. Hopefully not a time with a lot of ooty ootiers.
Art is not eternal
Midway through this, I thought, “Hey, I could hire these guys to make me a Flintstone house for way cheaper than $3.2 million*,” but then I watched the rest of the film. Oh well.
*Warning: link contains auto-play video
