[  Mood: Hypnotized ]
We start the day off with Keith Richards snorting his father’s remains mixed with some cocaine. You heard me. We then move on to a very Richard Roundtree Christmas:

And then we go to me talking about some cartoons that I just saw. Isn’t this an awesome blog? Anyway, I keep Cartoon Network or cable news channels on while I’m moving through my apartment, because I need annoying background noise to ignore if I’m going to get anything done. Conversely, if G4 or Spike TV is on, I sit around for days doing nothing. Today, there was a Courage the Cowardly Dog marathon, followed by some Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, and if you aren’t familiar with those shows, they’re pretty screwed up. Lots of strange, grandiose, morbid humor. What I didn’t expect was how screwed up a show I go out of my way to ignore was.

Two married lobsters are sitting in a tank, dressed up for a nice night out, making pleasant dinner conversation and looking over their menus. A human waiter walks over from outside the tank, "What can I get for you today?" The lobster husband looks at the menu, contemplates it deeply, and finally says, "I’ll have the lobster," and sheepishly grins at the camera. The waiter picks up his shrieking wife. "How could you!?" she screams as she’s carried off to be slowly boiled to death so that her lover may devour her hot, dead corpse.

I was raised on Looney Tunes cartoons, which were screwed up in their own ways, but I can’t really remember any episodes where Porky roasted Petunia on a spit fire and cannibalized her non-kosher ass. Generation Z is going to be full of cawazy peoples.