I've been working on the first scenes of my newest bestselling novel. I will change the main character's first name from Finneus (a horrible name) to Phillip (a less horrible name I can use until I think up a good one).
Last week was my 41st birthday, and now coincidentally, I'm 41 years old.
I bought a box set of the original Loony Tunes cartoons, because I missed them and I couldn't figure out why they aren't on television anymore. Now, after watching three of the four DVDs, I realize why they don't show Loony Tunes cartoons on TV anymore: Those fascist bastards at the FCC won't allow all the good stuff: gun violence, cannon violence, roadside bombs, assault with axe, kidnapping, electrocution, false imprisonment, police brutality, assault with umbrella, cruelty to animals, child abuse, suicide by jumping off building, stalking, sexual assault by skunk, attempted murder, assault with baseball bats, assault with anvils and boulders, poisoning, drug use, explosives, hand-grenades, suicide by gun and hanging by noose, alcohol consumption, gambling, stealing, cross-dressing and duck mutilation. There are racial stereotypes for Irish, Native American, African Americans, Asians and Eskimos. Oh yeah, and lots of high impact falls due to falling off cliffs, buildings, mishaps with giant slingshots, and towel snapping.
You know: the good stuff. These are the best cartoons on the planet.
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