The NAACP vs. Bugs Bunny
Well, my dear friend triforce83 hasn't written in his blog for eons. That could be a good sign, because his entries are all about women problems. You know what they say - no news is good news. Maybe his life settled down.
Yesterday we went to Great America. The best part was riding in the first car on the Viper, which totally rocked. The only ride I felt a little sick on was Superman, and the gross feeling didn't last long. At first we couldn't find my sister's group, but later we couldn't stop running into them.
Tracy and I are having a weird, lazy day. Her allergies make her tired so she falls asleep in front of the TV. All I can motivate myself to do is play on the computer.
I have the most random interests. Like this morning, I woke up and thought, "Why don't I make a cartoon flip book?" So I have a little drawing pad that I want to use, and a light box that makes it easier. Why that idea came to me, I don't know.
Speaking of animation (see how cleverly I segue here?), I've also been watching banned cartoons today. Again, I don't know what caused this sudden interest. But all day I've been downloading and watching old banned cartoons. Most of them are racist against blacks or the Japanese (one was a WWII Bugs Bunny cartoon where the villain was a scheming, buck-toothed "Jap"). I couldn't believe the Flintstones ad for Winston cigarettes. You find some wild stuff on the Internet. It makes me wonder what we have now that people will find shocking someday. It's so weird how people's sensibilities change over time.
Speaking of racism and changing mores (another clever segue! I kill me!), I'm also reading To Kill a Mockingbird - hey, maybe today hasn't been so lazy after all. Anyway, I'm at the good part toward the end, where the shit starts flying with the trial and all. It's a rare kind of book because it's a classic, yet not boring. It's like The Catcher in the Rye - the type you almost don't mind having to read in high school.
It's, like, the antithesis of The Great Gatsby. I have two lingering impressions of that. One, it's so boring you'd rather eat the book than read it. Two, some character gets her breast torn off when she's hit by a car. Oh, and her name was Myrtle. There. That just goes to show teens only care about sex and violence, or sexy violence. Whatever.
Yesterday we went to Great America. The best part was riding in the first car on the Viper, which totally rocked. The only ride I felt a little sick on was Superman, and the gross feeling didn't last long. At first we couldn't find my sister's group, but later we couldn't stop running into them.
Tracy and I are having a weird, lazy day. Her allergies make her tired so she falls asleep in front of the TV. All I can motivate myself to do is play on the computer.
I have the most random interests. Like this morning, I woke up and thought, "Why don't I make a cartoon flip book?" So I have a little drawing pad that I want to use, and a light box that makes it easier. Why that idea came to me, I don't know.
Speaking of animation (see how cleverly I segue here?), I've also been watching banned cartoons today. Again, I don't know what caused this sudden interest. But all day I've been downloading and watching old banned cartoons. Most of them are racist against blacks or the Japanese (one was a WWII Bugs Bunny cartoon where the villain was a scheming, buck-toothed "Jap"). I couldn't believe the Flintstones ad for Winston cigarettes. You find some wild stuff on the Internet. It makes me wonder what we have now that people will find shocking someday. It's so weird how people's sensibilities change over time.
Speaking of racism and changing mores (another clever segue! I kill me!), I'm also reading To Kill a Mockingbird - hey, maybe today hasn't been so lazy after all. Anyway, I'm at the good part toward the end, where the shit starts flying with the trial and all. It's a rare kind of book because it's a classic, yet not boring. It's like The Catcher in the Rye - the type you almost don't mind having to read in high school.
It's, like, the antithesis of The Great Gatsby. I have two lingering impressions of that. One, it's so boring you'd rather eat the book than read it. Two, some character gets her breast torn off when she's hit by a car. Oh, and her name was Myrtle. There. That just goes to show teens only care about sex and violence, or sexy violence. Whatever.
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