The sudden twitching of my right-side, more efficient eye’s lid, and subsequent revelation that the only treatment is surgically removing muscles from it or killing them with botox are things I find incredibly worrisome. Yet thinking about it makes me laugh uncontrollably. The fact that a recommendation to get more sleep is the primary alternative, when I already sleep too much to be accused of having responsibilities makes it more “hilarious.” This is unrelated to me not updating the website.
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Do not take love advice from Pepe Lepew. Or anyone who spells out their accent.
Oh those banner ad people. They never know what they’re talking about. Why do I let them upset me so? It’s certainly not as if this is an official “canonical” work of the Wib animation department meant to be regarded alongside masterworks of plausible wackiness such as Space Jam and Looney Tunes Back in Action. This was just made in three minutes by whatever poor schmuck was assigned the task.
Yes, yes. This is what I need.
Even better. I love it. You took some cartoon character from the 1930s who has to live in a dumpster due to its abhorrent stench and gave it a big fancy apartment and a tacky modern telephone to send text messages to another character who hates him but now not only doesn’t but in fact has gone so far as to intentionally set off his white paint fetish. (I didn’t get a picture of that. I can tell you’re disappointed.)
Here are the reasons Pepo Lepo was supposedly funny: everybody in the world was afraid of him. The cat was particularly afraid of him. He was too dumb and confident to notice.
Perhaps you are of the opinion that in these days of increased awareness of and sensitivity to jokes about both cultural differences and sexual predators, it’s not really “funny” to have a bad smelling Frenchman chasing around and forcibly fondling a non-consenting female, is it. Even though they’re cartoon animals (which scarcely resemble their real life counterparts. A white-faced skunk? Seriously?). However, if you take that away, all that’s left is another smug squinting supersleaze sending trite messages through a telephone to a vapid swooning ditz-deluxe and we have plenty of those already. We certainly don’t need to be reaching back 70 years to find a suitable couple only to utterly disregard the primary reasons they were interesting. Even our most distinguished masturbatory webcomic authors know there’s nothing funny about pairing those two, as we now have them, with each other. If you want to have demographic appeal, Pepe has to live in an apartment with three lovesick cats and totally ignore them.
Even if we get past all that, still remains the underlying message that the most romantic thing you can possibly do at valentime is to type sentence fragments at the object of your affection. I may be a eunuch but even if I can see that’s not an act that proves anyone’s devotion to anything other than the stupid phone itself. At least… it might if you have fat, round inadequately numerous cartoon fingers, but it is my understanding that the target consumer typically does not.
They have the right number of fat fingers, anyway.
Wow, matching mail in rebates? We really are soul mates!
Worst of all, as former MCI pitch-creatures the merry melodists’ loyalties should rightly lie with The Other Telephone Company, Verizon. Who is Michael Jordan going to call on his yellow cartoon phone now? It’s one thing to toss their character traits in a trash compactor, but how can I respect fictional animals who are bought so easily? I cannot tolerate such an attack on our most sacred American institution, the corporate sponsorship.
True enough, Peppy did not appear in the MCI ads, and it seems reasonable to assume factions may develop among the various characters, but if mortal enemies Tweetypie and Sylvesterpie can both agree that 5 Cent Sundays is the bee’s knees, surely another cat and a skunk that can’t tell a cat from a skunk shouldn’t be too hard to sell on it. Yes, yes, 10 years have elapsed, and 5 Cent Sundays is an utterly obsolete calling plan, plus probably not that good to have begun with, but these aren’t characters who are renowned for their ability to review circumstances and change their foolish, antisocial behaviors accordingly.
Or are they? Maybe I should be glad that for once it’s not an old tiresome gag being rehashed. That one’s relationship with another has improved. Maybe things really are changing, and for the better. Why, just last week I went to a McDonald’s with a relatively nice bathroom.
They even varied the fake marble texture on alternating tiles. Things might just be looking up.
Still, for the time being I prefer to remain as far below them as possible.
Pigbuster sez:
It’s strange and distressing when you think about writing about something for a long-ish time but decide not to due to one’s inherent laziness, only to find that someone else has written about that very thing from the exact same point of view as yourself.
By “you” I mean “me”, of course. I too found it odd that the pussycat, who distinguished officials inform me is named “Penelope”, should be suddenly infatuated with the creature who has caused such misery over the years. Of course, those same officials inform me that Le Pew is similarly phobic of amorous women, so perhaps he is merely desperately lonely. That’s no excuse! That skunk oughta be locked up.
Wang Chung sez:
Everybaaaahdy have fun tonight…
Everybody Wang Chung tonight.
A sexual predator sez:
Baby, it’s cold outside…
Wand Chung again sez:
So, did you Wang Chung last night like I suggested?
Fleeplezeep sez:
PB: I used to worry about being scooped by others on the internet and television, ones who knew nothing of my existence. Within time I came across those yout ube videos where people play old video games –often ones I had spent hordes of time writing about and observing the hidden peculiar aspects of– for three minutes and deduce “this is horrible. The designers were on drugs. I’m too lazy to finish,” and gotten six-googol “favorites” over. If you have something unique to contribute, go right ahead and do it. And if you don’t, the chances are that nobody else you know has or will ever read this page. The secret to success on the internet is to profit from one’s own laziness.
I had also encountered the name “Penelope” in connection with that cat somewhere, but I had never heard the name spoken in a cartoon and so I tend to regard facts like that, which can only be learned from external sources after the fact or by remembering once and never again stated, plot-irrelevant details forever as less than worth my acknowledging. Alas, such as often the case with the “Michigan J Frog”s and “Salacious B. Crumb”s of the world. But if that is true, why did I refer to Tweety Bird as Tweety Pie? Ugh, too lazy to correct.
WC: I try and Wang Chung every night.
SP: I really ought to amend the comment filter when I make posts which specifically address some of its topics, shouldn’t I.
iron desert hack sez:
I drop a leave a response each time I especially enjoy a article on a site or I have something to
contribute to the discussion. It’s caused by the
sincerness communicated in the article I read. And after this article Prescription Pudding.
I was excited enough to leave a thought :-P I
do have 2 questions for you if it’s okay. Could it be only
me or do a few of these comments come across as if they are
left by brain dead people? :-P And, if you are writing on additional online social sites, I would
like to follow you. Could you list every one of your public sites like your Facebook page,
twitter feed, or linkedin profile?
Frimpinheap sez:
What a schmoozy robot!