Looney Toons

This morning Kev was emailing his sisters about an idea that we were discussing over breakfast. (We ate on the porch, by the way. It was very pleasant outside, and it smelled good because of the storm). He was typing something about me, I can't remember what, and I said, "No, don't say that...your family probably already thinks I'm a cartoon." And he said, "They do."

D'oh!

I am not a cartoon! I am a human being! If you cut me, do I not bleed? If you drop an anvil on my head, do I not see little stars and birdies? If you shoot me at close range, does my beak not swing around to the back of my head so that I must re-adjust it manually? Oh, um, wait a minute...

Anyway, if people think of me as a cartoon, I hope it is like the Fat Albert Show, where if you're not careful, you just might learn something. Or Samurai Jack, which is really colorful and groovy. Or the first few seasons of the Simpsons, which were really heart-warming when all was said and done.
I hope I am not like Itchy and Scratchy, which is violent. Or Yugi-oh, which is weird and confusing. Or Ren and Stempy, which I don't really get, but I think has quite a bit to do with boogers.

How I loved Saturday mornings as a kid. I would wake up and sit within inches of the TV with my bowl of Honeycombs or Sugar-Pops, and watch Fat Albert, Hong Kong Phooey, Sigmund and the Sea-Monsters, Dr. Shrinker, Land of the Lost...etc. So great. We 70's kids didn't need Japanese card games or video games to go along with our cartoons. No! We just needed a big pillow and the most unhealthy cereal available. Then at about noon, it was time to go outside to play some Hot-Box or (forgive me) Smear the Queer with the neighborhood kids, or shoot baskets or see how long I could jump on my pogo stick or ride my bike around and around the block until it was dark. I almost NEVER see kids outside playing in my neighborhood. It's very sad. If I still had my pogo stick, I'd be outside jumping on it right now. It is a beautiful day.

Tonight I am going to the RoughRiders game with my brother. It should be a great night for baseball. The Mavericks let me down last night. They hung in there until the last few minutes, but then it in fact DID come down to the fact that Phoenix made more baskets. Dallas couldn't get a shot to go in from anywhere on the court. It was pretty awful. Tomorrow is Kev's last day of leisure before starting his new job. Maybe we'll go do something fun.

Have a great weekend!
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