Awww.... the animator who created Scooby-Doo has died. [link]
Takamoto said he created Scooby-Doo after talking with a Great Dane breeder, and named him after Frank Sinatra's final phrase in "Strangers in the Night."
The breeder "showed me some pictures and talked about the important points of a Great Dane, like a straight back, straight legs, small chin and such," Takamoto said in a recent talk at Cartoon Network Studios.
"I decided to go the opposite and gave him a hump back, bowed legs, big chin and such. Even his color is wrong."
I seem to have bogarted all the sleep last night -- lay down at 10, didn't wake up until after 7, much to the cats' disgust.
ALL YOUR SLEEPONS ARE BELONG TO ME
Now of course I have to be at work and coherent and stuff. Life is such a tragedy.
I slept pretty well last night, too. Eight hours straight through, without having to get up to pee or anything.
Tom Scola, please do not taunt happy fun twin gestatrix.
NyQuil crashed me for eight hours last night. Need more coffee.
bon bon was right. New Jersey farted.
Well, of course that's what the New Yorkers would say.
Does it smell better in NY today? (that is a serious question)
I tried to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but football people in my LR kept being really noisy. I guess Florida rocks.
I bet she does the glow thing really well.
You mean, even when she's not an evil entity trying to bring luv to everyone and eating them alive?
After spending the day focused on less than productive stuff, I got a strong 48th wind at about 8 and worked until 4 organizing, sorting and disposing. I love the feeling of having gotten things I've been putting off forever done!
My neighborhood has a strong sidewalk economy and the first of the year is prime time for putting things out and watching them walk off. This morning, a load of candles I didn't like, and little doodads that are perfectly functional but have been shuffling around my house for too long.
There was a crew of street rakers (literally people with rakes clearing damp leaves out from under cars...I think they were community service folks) joking and cutting up. When Bartleby and I got back from our walk, the bag of most interesting stuff was gone. I hope they took it!
Now to find a pedestrian who just happens to be interested in years old counseling journals.
It was a fun game- well it was if you wanted Florida to win. I mostly wanted to prove my point about the One Trueness of SEC football, but also because my step-dad went there and I'm thinking of going to grad school there.
