movies (8) video games (8) Top X of Y (7) list (7) too much free time (7) Mario (4) Pokemon (4) music (4) Super Mario '84 (3) comics (3) Pixar (2) Unimportant self-centered rambling (2) cartoons (2) video (2) OK (1) dream (1) lists (1) nintendo (1) pancakes (1) toys (1) twitter (1) zombies (1)
Showing posts with label cartoons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cartoons. Show all posts

2/16/10

Ode to Stu Pickles, the greatest dad in television.


Stu Pickles, what a guy. Seriously. You want to know how to be an awesome father? Look no further than Stu.

Let's look at the facts:
  • Stu Pickles takes an active role in raising his son. He works from home so he can be there for Tommy, while still making plenty of money.
  • Just what is his job? He makes toys in his basement. His kids get to grow up in a toy factory. Sure, it led to one of the more horrifying "Rugrats" episodes where it nearly decapitated Chuckie, but as far as Dadjobs go, Toymaker is pretty darn cool.
  • He called himself an "inventor," though. I wanted to be an "inventor" when I was little. Thanks for the inspiration, Stu! It didn't go anywhere. Turns out Ball State doesn't offer a "make an assembly line in your basement" degree, or even a single class.
  • Stu never forgot how to be a kid. Even though he's a grown man with an infant son, he still watched the weather report whenever it snowed to see if school was cancelled, and ran through the kitchen cheering whenever it was. Seeing as I'm currently wearing a "Doug" T-shirt, own three Mr. Potato Heads, and am writing about a character from "Rugrats," I think the influence of his "grow up, but don't grow old" attitude is evident.

1/13/10

Bwah!

Hank Hill stepped out the front door to get his morning paper. As he's walking back, he glances at something strange in the corner of his eye. He turns to find a sight of utter horror: Kahn and Minh Souphanousinphone have become horse people!


They look the same from the torso up, save for long, pointy ears, but their lower bodies have been replaced by a horse's hind legs. They aren't wearing pants, and their tails are whipping around as they stomp in a circle, leaving hoofprints in their lawn. Words fail Hank, but Kahn explains that this is the newest thing in genetic fashion and that he is hillbilly redneck for not getting horse genes implanted. Hank just stares, then walks back inside.

Then I woke up.