Deep in the heart of Tex

Yesterday was Tex Avery’s birthday, and I managed to find a cartoon of his that is purportedly in the public domain. My friend Robin and I were talking about childhood dreams recently, and she and I both wanted to be in the animation biz. She wanted to be a pen & ink girl, and I wanted to be an animator. As I can’t draw and have absolutely no sense of rhythm, Porky wouldn’t have hired me to be on his team for this project, but Robin would have had plenty to do here.

CONTENT WARNING: This version contains the Al Jolson “September In The Rain” bit that has been removed from versions currently airing on TV/streaming. I have discussed before why I will sometimes post cartoons with backwards-thinking racial stereotypes even though I shy away from the ugliest examples of that. This one is further complicated by the fact that it’s parodying someone who is making that caricature, but as I noted, it’s complicated. If you want to avoid this portion altogether, please skip 5:37 to 6:28.

Stocking up the pantry

It’s hard to believe that I haven’t posted this cartoon before, but I can’t seem to find it in the archives. Autumn finally came to us here in California, and COVID numbers are spiking, so it seems like a good time to emulate our animal friends and prepare for what might be a difficult winter.

And since I missed posting a cartoon last Saturday, this morning you get a bonus. If you don’t need it now, store it away for the future.

Published in: on November 14, 2020 at 9:58 am  Leave a Comment  
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‘tinker, tailor

People bag on social media a lot, but if it weren’t for social media I wouldn’t have my new friend Robin. Some day when we are out of this crazy period Robin and I are going to meet in person, and maybe it won’t be until there is a whole new batch of baby skunks in our driveway. For now, I’m just going to have to thank her online for directing me to this excellent cartoon*.

*As I frequently have to do with cartoons of this era, I need to add a warning that there is a broad racial stereotype gag for a moment.

No dessert before dinner

It seems that Cupcake, the more fastidious skunk of our driveway critters, has given birth to a litter of kits. We’ve been watching with some fascination as she’s taken them out recently to teach them to forage.

When she’s out with them, they follow very closely but they’re pretty rambunctious. It doesn’t seem like she would be able to get them off her heels if she wants to go out to the disco late at night, but the past few nights we’ve seen it. They all bloop around the driveway for a while, they go back to the den, and then Cupcake comes out minutes later by herself. Does she have a babysitter in there?

Since Cupcake is trying to raise her children right, we figured we should start trying harder in terms of providing them with healthy choices. They are still hating fruit, but seem to enjoy eggs and meat and breakfast cereal. I would say they are a typical ’50s family, but Dad is taking no part in this family time. Okay, maybe that’s sort of typical ’50s family.

Anyway, it’s been interesting to see what dinners they have enjoyed the most, and I’ve also realized that it’s been quite some time since I did a poll here. So, Fancy Notioner, I know their favorite entree from what we’ve provided but maybe you have a better idea. What do you think? I’ll let you know in good time what we’ve noticed as their preferred meal, but feel free to add alternate suggestions and we’ll give them a try.

Published in: on July 10, 2020 at 4:14 pm  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.

Okie dokie, Okefenokee

On Saturday I made a cryptic comment about Walt Kelly’s comic strip Pogo because I was not sure if we had come to the conclusion of certain wildlife hijinks happening in our driveway and garage or not. I believe the situation has now normalized and we won’t get any more major developments, so I think it’s time to share what happened.

Benny has been working late in the garage on various art projects the past few weeks. He leaves the garage door open, and lately he was getting visitors ’round about 3 a.m or so. Sometimes it was a rat, sometimes a raccoon, but lately it was a very nervous opossum who didn’t seem to notice Benny until very late in the game. Lots of jumping and being startled on the part of this little guy.

One night last week, however, there was a different guest. A skunk. Thankfully the skunk wasn’t as nervous as the opossum, and thankfully Benny wasn’t either. Otherwise there could have been a little bit of trouble. Benny kept to himself, the skunk kept to herself, and all was well.

The next night, the skunk came much earlier and noticed a bowl of old pretzels and bread crusts that Benny had left out for whomever. Benny came inside to videotape the skunk’s investigations from a better vantage point, and that’s when this happened (sorry for the shaky camerawork, but he was laughing pretty hard… the shakiness winds up creating an excellent reveal around 0:29):

Oh my. Against all odds, the opossum and the skunk wound up sharing the bread crusts and it was very charming. This, of course, inspired Benny to set out two slightly more elaborate plates the next night, with an elegant atmosphere to go along with it:

Key lime pie, mini cupcakes, bologna, apple cores, and grapes. The telephone, as I believe he described it, was an attempt to get these two characters to communicate better. We waited. A long time. Nothing. I went to bed and asked him to alert me if anything happened. He eventually went to bed as well.

I woke up in the morning and went out to the driveway.

No dice. At first I was excited because I thought someone had eaten some of the apple, but I remembered that apple cores had been served, not apples. What a disappointment. I had been looking forward to watching this romance bloom. This was like the Fern Dell Ghost all those many years ago, who got spooked and was never seen again once I left some pants for him that weren’t ripped in the butt.

The next night, nobody showed up either. The night after that, the skunk showed up, snuffled around the garage for a bit, and then about two minutes later, the heretofore unseen opossum came out of the garage. So clearly these two are still hanging out, but I guess they want to keep things casual. Oh, also a raccoon showed up at some point that same night. I’m good with all of this, but I’m not sure what we’re going to do if a hat-wearing alligator chomping on a seegar shows up. Set another plate, maybe?

Fall back

I know this cartoon is supposed to be a mirthful celebration of autumn, but it’s kind of made me afraid to go outside. Those claws. Those teeth. I was surprised that the ducks didn’t have fangs.

Old zoo revue

I find it curious that in Morocco there are camels everywhere but everybody smokes Marlboros.

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