Posts Tagged ‘Cartoons’

An Observation Made In The Interest Of Keeping Things Light Today

May 11, 2020

To put it mildly, Scooby-Doo and I have a long mutual history together, but I still apologize if what I’m about to say seems sort of random:

I am fully aware that at some point it became “the done thing” to hate Scrappy-Doo, but I always liked him.  I still do in fact.

Puppy Power, *******!

Quick Public Service Announcement

May 4, 2020

If you’re going to be exclusively staying at home for prolonged periods of time, remember to go out and start your car now and then if you don’t want to find out the hard way your battery is dead.

In the words of Freakazoid, “That was important, and I forgot it!”

I Still Sing This To Myself . . . Particularly On Days Like Today

April 9, 2018

To hope against hope there’s an end to the rope.  The answer is . . . nope!  Illusion!

– The Guru, Marco Polo Junior

I’m In THAT Kind Of Mood Today

June 29, 2017

Wheel of Morality, turn turn turn.  Tell us the lesson that we should learn.  Moral number 3.  And the moral of today’s story is . . .

People who live in glass houses should get dressed with the lights out.


The Rocky Road To Recovery (Follow-Up)

March 24, 2015

After I wrote what I wrote yesterday, I found reason to be glad for my self-honesty about my desire to “lounge about” in post-Illness recovery for a little while longer.   In part because it inclined me to pace myself in my return to work and other exertions, which has proven to be not only wise, but necessary in staving off embarrassing “falling down suddenly” instances.  (Which I have so far successfully avoided, by the way.)

More importantly though, my self-honesty was enough (if only barely) to stifle a rogue parental impulse to tell my son he’d been watching too many cartoons lately (the word “damn” may have been involved in that thought), and it was past time that he got off the couch for a little while.  (The word “damn” was definitely involved in the last part of that thought.  I wouldn’t have said it, mind you, but I’m just draggy enough to be irritable about being draggy, and that’s making me irritable in general.)

This was important because not long after I made yesterday’s entry there was . . . let me put this delicately . . . “physical evidence” that my son wasn’t feeling 100% yet either.  Nothing dramatic or requiring spontaneous cleaning of anything, but “physical evidence” none the less.  (And that’s as far as I’m going to elaborate.)

So we’re all going to be pacing ourselves for a couple of days more, which in practice shall mean extra cartoon time for my son, and extra introspection time for me about when exactly did I become the type of person who stared pairing the words “damn” and “cartoons.”

I like cartoons!