{"id":79,"date":"2005-04-25T11:27:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-25T11:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=79"},"modified":"2005-04-25T11:27:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-25T11:27:00","slug":"whats-up-doc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2005\/04\/25\/whats-up-doc\/","title":{"rendered":"What&#8217;s up, doc?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday morning found us dealing with yet another feverish baby, this time my elder son. That&#8217;s one sick kid for each and every weekend since Easter &#8211; it&#8217;s wearing a little thin by now.<\/p>\n<p>So we cuddled up on the couch together, watching early morning cartoons. Usually, when we&#8217;re not watching DVDs or tapes, we watch non-commercial television like TVO (the Ontario equivalent of PBS), but I noticed they were playing Bugs Bunny on one of the regular cable channels, so we bent the rules.<\/p>\n<p>Does everyone of my generation feel that same nostalgia for Bugs Bunny? Of all the animation that&#8217;s come since, I don&#8217;t think anything holds a candle to those old shorts. I remember Saturday afternoons in the 1970s, watching Bugs Bunny with my folks and their friends, just before my dad went out to barbeque some hamburgers for all of us. (It&#8217;s weird to look back and realize I&#8217;m older now than they were then.) The first movie my father ever saw was a Bugs Bunny cartoon, on the boat coming over from Holland in the mid-1950s, matter of fact. Man, those things have staying power!<\/p>\n<p>I was pleased when Tristan said, &#8220;Hey, that&#8217;s Bugs Bunny!&#8221; Of course, I live with an animator and we have a pretty decent collection of cartoons on DVD so I shouldn&#8217;t have been surprised that Tristan knew of <a href=\"http:\/\/looneytunes.warnerbros.com\/web\/homepage\/homepage.jsp\">Looney Tunes <\/a>already. We got to see a couple of golden oldies: the one with Elmer Fudd and the music from the Barber of Seville, and one of the ones where Sylvester battles the baby kangaroo masquarading as a giant mouse. Watching them is like being seven years old again!<\/p>\n<p>What really surprised me, though, was the commercials. Twenty-odd years later, and they&#8217;re still hucking the <em>exact<\/em> same things they used to pitch when I was a kid on Saturday mornings: Frosted Flakes with Tony the Tiger, Froot Loops with Toucan Sam, Strawberry Shortcake dolls (are those really back?) and, my favourite, Star Wars toys! Except when I was a kid, they didn&#8217;t have a lightsabre that changed colour so you weren&#8217;t always stuck being Obi Wan, nor a mask that changed your voice so you sound like Darth Vader. (We&#8217;d best change the subject before I begin to pine for my Han Solo action figure and long-lost full set of Empire Strikes Back cards. FULL SET! Can you imagine what they&#8217;d be worth on e-Bay? I could retire!)<\/p>\n<p>So we survived the siren song of an hour of commercial TV, and I didn&#8217;t see one plug for Beyblades (I know, they&#8217;re probably pass\u00c3\u00a9 already) nor one commercial done in anim\u00c3\u00a9 (god, how I despise anim\u00c3\u00a9). The ads didn&#8217;t really seem to phase Tristan at all. But, um, please excuse me while I go search the Toys R Us Web site to see how I can get a light sabre that changes colour&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday morning found us dealing with yet another feverish baby, this time my elder son. That&#8217;s one sick kid for each and every weekend since Easter &#8211; it&#8217;s wearing a little thin by now. So we cuddled up on the couch together, watching early morning cartoons. Usually, when we&#8217;re not watching DVDs or tapes, we &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2005\/04\/25\/whats-up-doc\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;What&#8217;s up, doc?&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-79","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=79"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=79"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=79"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=79"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}