And the villain still pursued her

I remember in grade school performing little melodrama skits with The Hero, The Girl and The Villain embroiled in various train track/sawmill perils. It was kind of fun spoofing old-timey melodramas, even though the only exposure we had to them was through cartoons that were also spoofing them.

I don’t think kids do melodrama skits any more. The source material is just way too far away at this point. What do they do instead? Do they do parodies of Saturday Night FeverThe Breakfast Club? Just wondering.

 

Duck tape

Too bad Dinky didn’t get to do an ad for Chapstik. That one would have been easy.

Cold pork, buns

When I look at a real rabbit, my first thought isn’t, “That looks like an animal that can ice skate.”

She knocks me out

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.

Murmaider III: She Just Wants To Dance At The Beer Hall

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.

 

Snack pack

Last week’s cartoon was so lackluster that I feel I have to make it up to you today with two decent ones. They both feature eggs, Egyptian dancing, romantic mice and dachshunds. Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy Popcorn:

and Pretzels:

 

A young man’s fancy notions

Depending on what measuring stick you use, the unofficial first day of spring is either today or tomorrow, as the vernal equinox occurs at 4:30 am Universal Coordinated Time on Sunday. That’s 9:30 tonight to me, and I can’t wait until tonight to post this cartoon. It features a singing bull, a swan paddleboat, and a really excellent stork. Also, Farmer Al Falfa gets pretty sassy once the weather changes for the better, about 1:12 in.

My report on ancient Egypt

A conversation from yesterday…

Three-year-old Lulu: What is that book?
Me: It’s about Cleopatra.
Lulu: I know Cleopatra.
Me: You do?
Lulu: Yes. She was in a car and she stood up in the car and showed us her boobs. And they were big fat boobs.

A little reductive, but not entirely inaccurate.

A man’s day

You may have read some articles lately about how some really, really mad MRAs are really, really mad about the “damn political lecture” that is the new Mad Max movie.  Maybe you don’t know what an MRA is. Here’s a cartoon featuring two of them.

 

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Storming the castle

Several years ago about this time of year, I tried to cross the border into Canada with a bunch of fireworks. When the border agent started confiscating said fireworks, I asked him, “But don’t you like fireworks? Tomorrow is Canada Day!” He answered me thusly: “We like things that fizz, not things that bang.” So, Canada.

When we went to Mexico earlier this summer, Benny and I bought a bunch of fireworks in town and set them off on the beach. I can assert most confidently that Mexico prefers things that bang, not things that fizz.

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