So that's what you're all gonna get this week.
When I was little and everyone thought I was going to be an artist, I wanted to be an animation artist and work for Walt Disney and make wonderful movies like Bambi, or Lady and the Tramp.
Or a veterinarian. Or a jockey.
To this day, cartoons have a soft-warm-fuzzy place in my cold little murderous heart. I love them. I love that you can do ANYTHING in animation, from growing wings and flying to walking on rainbows, and yet a good script, plus some good artists can generate as much emotional impact as the best live action movie.
I actually preferred Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies to the Disney cartoons, except for Chip 'n Dale. Maybe I was a mean little kid, but I liked a little edge to my humor.
I indoctrinated Marcus at an early age. When his friends were watching Barney, he was learning to drop an anvil on a coyote, which was a better lesson, especially in southern California. Then we discovered Nickelodeon, a cable station that was blooming with wonderful cartoons in the 90's.
This is one of our favorites, Hey Arnold!
I love that little football head. But only in the most platonic way - Helga would whup my tush otherwise!