Using your melon

It’s interesting how cute pigs are in old American cartoons, and how ugly/terrifying they are in old Soviet cartoons. It’s also interesting that this pig eats sausage.

Published in: on June 27, 2020 at 8:14 am  Leave a Comment  
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Keeping the doctor away

Grampy’s remedy here might not cure the ‘rona, but if you’re just feeling a little blue and hemmed in right now you might want to give it a shot.

Published in: on May 23, 2020 at 8:17 am  Leave a Comment  
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Dot, dot, hen

I know I’ve posted this cartoon before, but it’s still the best Easter cartoon in the world so I’m going to repost. Every year that I post this, I learn something new about it. This year, I learned that there were three women doing the voices of the hens, including a silent actress named Dot Farley who seems to have made a career out of making funny faces. I wonder which hens she did.

Nosos-gigantos

I wish this were a TV show. I could watch Muck’s adventures every week.

Published in: on March 29, 2020 at 9:32 am  Leave a Comment  
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Go where you wanna go

I have a wool felted skunk named Mercules staring at me while I’m posting this. He was very relieved by the conclusion of this cartoon, but is still not sure about the treatment of his brethren at the beginning.

Trees, please

I can’t stop thinking about the decision made in this cartoon to depict the trees in the Mother Goose book part as fake. Everything else in the book looks the same as it does in the Old King Cole part, right? Why just the trees? It’s strange. I like it a lot.

Lost the plot

Ah, this is a good one. No plot. Really none. I sincerely like a cartoon with no plot. Lots of butt slapping too. Perfect for the last Saturday morning of the ’10s. I guess this decade has really taken it out of me.

Published in: on December 28, 2019 at 9:05 am  Leave a Comment  
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Raw dough

I had a job a few years ago that required me to look at a lot of film cue sheets. As I was looking through some of these cue sheets, I noticed a music cue title that kept popping up – “Weepy Donuts.” They were all written by the same composer, but there was slightly different music publisher information attached to each one so it seemed clear that it wasn’t the same piece of music being used for different movies, but different pieces of music with the same title.

I pointed it out to a colleague, who also thought it was odd. Later in the week, this colleague happened by some coincidence to run into the “Weepy Donuts” composer, and he brought it up with him. The composer laughed, didn’t explain the joke, but did mention that his music performing rights society told him to cut it out with the “Weepy Donuts” thing. It was getting too hard for them to keep track of which one was was actually earning money and who was supposed to be paid for it. So I figured that was the end of that.

I just did a brief Google search this morning, however, and I noticed that the composer used the title for yet another cue recently, for a movie that came out last year. I wonder if this joke is even funny to him any more, or if naming a score cue “Weepy Donuts” is some sort of mad compulsion that he can’t seem to stop at this point. Here’s hoping the composer gets it under control before the phrase is written on his tombstone.

Beating the band

Someone on the soc-meds this week reminded me of the 1982 Cal-Stanford game where the Stanford marching band hit the field prematurely to play “All Right Now” and a trombonist got hit right back down by a Cal scorer.

A few years after that infamous game, I joined my high school marching band as a trombonist. We were right down the road from Stanford, our band director idolized the Stanford band, and we played “All Right Now” as our pep song. We never took the field at the end of a game, but we did line up at an end zone prior to halftimes. ‘bones in front. And there was not a single halftime that I was not terrified that I was going to get plowed down by an opposing receiver. It wasn’t even a fear for my own safety. It was more a worry that my slide was going to get bent. It’s a very vulnerable piece of the instrument, and it sticks out in a way that you can’t protect it easily.

There’s a lot of violence done to the trombone player in this cartoon, but for some reason I don’t feel the terror that I do when I watch The Play from ’82. Maybe it’s because the slide is on the horn all wrong in the first place.

Crazy, man

I’ve noticed a lot of discussion lately about whether the word “crazy” is a slur against mentally ill people, and I’ve also noticed that a lot of people have been using the word “wild” in its place even when “wild” isn’t an accurate fit. I did it myself yesterday out of a sudden fear I was going to offend someone, even though the situation didn’t really merit it.

I started reading more on the subject and have come to my personal conclusion that it’s of course not good or nice to call someone other than yourself crazy but omitting the word completely from one’s vocabulary might be a lazy shortcut. It’s easier to just never say the word rather than stop and think about what meaning of the word “crazy” one is using in the moment. And the meanings get a little jumbled sometimes.

Today’s cartoon is a good example of how I feel it’s okay and not okay to use the word. It’s not okay to call the spider “crazy” (even though there are literally bats in his belfry) but it’s okay to call this cartoon “crazy.”

Published in: on November 16, 2019 at 10:17 am  Leave a Comment  
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