So there’s a post showing a clip from this video.
Here’s the full Catmarch.
Tex Avery’s Car of Tomorrow from 1951.
Interestingly, one of the tag on this cartoon is ‘uncensored’ - apparently this is to do with the Chinese and Indian gags, as well as the 'woman driver’ ones.
One of the best comments:
As a car collector I can tell yuo the cars, the 1st one was the 47-49 Studebaker 4 door, From the side, it has a which way is it going look, Hudson had the “step down” style. The car wiith the sunvisor is a 50-51 studebaker bulletnose. The indian is a Pontaic chief convertible, The Ampibian car ( car/boat), The Buick stationwagon has the front end and portholes, Cadillac invented thefish tail, Chrysler “town & country”, Nash headroom, love this cartoon, thanks for posting it.
A quick editorial cartoon about the intersection of self-pity, entitlement, rape, territoriality, misogyny and fear of women. You see it all over the place online in the form of Men’s Rights Activists (of whom there are a few reasonable non-misogynists), Men Going Their Own Way, Pick Up Artists, and dudes touting the “Red Pill”, because The Matrix is a good movie. Look any of these up if you have the stomach for it. These are extreme examples, but watered-down forms of these ideas are everywhere.
In lurking their blogs and youtube channels for a while, I’ve noticed that beyond the standard patriarchal chauvinism there is this deep fear of women - what they will do to me, how they will reject me, how they will use me, how they are changing society in a way that does not favor me, how they are making men into something I don’t like, how they are making themselves into something I don’t like, that they won’t give me what I want, and that they won’t give me what I think is rightfully mine. This goes beyond fear of feminism- this is fear of women at its purest. And that, to quote a puppet, leads to anger and hate. It’s sad.
I am a feminist. I think there’s enough ice cream to go around, but it does mean those of us with 3 scoops might have to give one or two up. Also, The Matrix is a fun movie but probably not anything you should be basing a philosophy on.
The long-awaited sequel to one of my favourite games!
The game is a physics/pachinko/bagatelle one: you drop a squishy blue cat into the obstacles, trying to eat enough sushi to reach the next level. As you nom away, your cat grows bigger, making it difficult but amusingly cute to ooze through some spaces. Special pieces give you temporary powerups. And in Sushi Cat 2, there are golden sushi to unlock bonus costumes.
The powerups here are not as annoying as some of the ones in the previous games, and I found myself enjoying it immensely. Go ahead.
After all, you’ve gotta love a cat whose answer to problems is “eat more sushi”!
Look Blue Go Purple, Cactus Cat.
Maybe I’m getting sedimentation or something in my dotage and Christmas drunkenness, but I think my musical tastes end somewhere in the late 80s to early 90s. Everything after that is either necrophilia, derivative, or friggin’ gangsta rap.
Out trolling for pwotenshul Tumbwa fwends, I found dis. It funny.
There’s a game idea I’ve had for about 20 years, and for some reason (*cough* Phaser HTML5 game engine *cough*) I’m revisiting it. The basic play design, even the playfield, has remained surprisingly consistent, although now the humour is even more puerile and the art style draws inspiration from Roger Ramjet. Especially for the cutscenes.
sosungalittleclodofclay-deactiv asked:
seananmcguire answered:
I thought about this ask a LOT while I was away from my computer today. A LOT. Because I have always tried to be calm and cool and answer your questions respectfully, and this bothered the shit out of me.
So I am not going to be calm, and I am not going to be cool. This is your only warning.
First off, cartoon porn has always existed. Google “Tijuana Bible” if you’re curious. You, too, can see Mickey Mouse fuck Olive Oyl in the ass while she sucks off Popeye and Goofy masturbates in the background. The art’s not as good as some of what we have these days, but hell, standards change. When I was in high school, I and a bunch of other kids in my art class had what we called the “porn sketchbook,” which was full of EXTREMELY explicit cartoon porn, showing lots of popular characters fucking each other’s brains out.
Guess what we didn’t show to six year olds? Gosh, you’re a good guesser. And guess what most six year olds don’t know? Terms like “safesearchwrapup.” The post that I reblogged, that you are now addressing me over, OPENLY EXPLAINED the search standards. That “safe search” was on. That the pictures showed up anyway. And that sometimes kids will get on the internet without supervision.
I have NO FUCKING PROBLEM with cartoon porn. I may find some of it to be in questionable taste, and I cheered when Princess Molestia was removed from the internet, but whatever. Your kink is your kink, and your kink is okay, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. When your kink literally pushes little girls out of their fandom, IT IS HURTING PEOPLE.
Let’s look at a word. The word “brony.”
I am a My Little Pony fan. I have been since I was four. My first ponies were Cotton Candy and Minty. I still have them, and more than two hundred others. I have the original cartoon on DVD. Some of my earliest works of fiction were stories in which I got to travel over the rainbow and live in Ponyland. I am not a newcomer to this fandom.
My Little Pony is a “girl toy,” so yeah, most of the fans I knew were girls. But there were boy fans. You know what we called them? FANS. We didn’t give them a special, gender-specific name that proved how cool they were for liking something that wasn’t made specifically to appeal to them. WE CALLED THEM FANS.
The very term “brony” is a statement of conquest. “This was made for girls, but we’re too cool to like it unless it’s on our masculine terms. Our bro-terms.” So we’re once again belittling men, because they can’t love a thing unless it’s somehow masculized. And we’re excluding girls, because seriously. We teach little girls FROM DAY ONE that boy things aren’t for them, and you don’t get more “this is for men” than a name that includes “bro.” (And no, saying I can be a “pegasister” doesn’t help. I AM NOT THE PROTAGONIST’S SISTER IN MY OWN FANDOM.)
Cartoon porn is fine in its place, but it should not be so prevalent and so poorly tagged that it takes over the search results for a children’s property. The way the brony community has said “MLP is for us, always us, us above all others, little girls don’t count, the intent of the brand doesn’t count, the people who have loved this property since 1982 will never love it like we do, because they don’t have a special name” feels like the fannish equivalent of that old Eddie Izzard sketch about “Do you have a flaaaaaaag?” I don’t need a flag. I LIVE HERE.
I always have.
I’d reblog even if this wasn’t a brilliant takedown, just for these words:
The very term “brony” is a statement of conquest.
Well put.
CATZILLA is some outfit’s benchmark production, which I guess is some kind of demo reel thing.
Demo reel things with freakin’ slendercats shooting death rays from their eyes are good things in my book.
*bulldada = so bad, it’s actually good
A poorly thought through promotional item for Yet Another Zombie Game is given both barrels’ worth of sarcasm. Best comment so far:
There has to be a zombie movie out there where the walking dead go for the tits instead of the brains.
Possibly Japanese. And the zombies are all middle-aged business men.