If you’d asked me before I became a mom which is my favorite comic strip of all time, I’d have been hard-pressed to decide between Bloom County and Calvin and Hobbes. I still love them both, of course, but now Calvin and Hobbes gets a slight edge because I have my own little Calvin here in the house. (His “Hobbes” isn’t a tiger, it’s a dog… but the similarities are still uncanny at times.)
In fact, when Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends came along, I remember thinking that it was sort of reminiscent of Calvin and Hobbes… if Mac were Hobbes and Bloo were Calvin, that is. (Okay, maybe that’s a stretch. Sue me.) The point is, it got me wondering about how awesome an animated version of Calvin and Hobbes would be.
Unfortunately, creator Bill Watterson is somewhat infamous for his opposition to further development of the beloved characters:
Watterson also battled against pressure from publishers to merchandise his work, something that he felt would cheapen his comic. He refused to merchandise his creations on the grounds that pasting Calvin and Hobbes images on commercially-sold coffee mugs, stickers and t-shirts would devalue the characters and their personalities. He also refused to allow the strip to appear as an animated series.
A part of me loves that he has the courage of his convictions, and a part of me wants to cross my arms, stick out my lower lip, and wail, “Come ooooooooooooooon!!” Oh well.
But words cannot describe how I felt when I came across this post at Cartoon Brew yesterday. Although Watterson will never sanction an animated show or movie, this little taste was still a whole lotta fun.
Kudos to creator Donati Di Carlo. Who knows; maybe Bill Watterson will see it on YouTube and change his mind. (I know, I know. Just let me dream.)
Every story is better with a dog. Oh, come on—you know it’s true. Some of the most memorable cinematic and literary masterpieces throughout history feature a beloved canine companion.
A while back I shared my dismay over 
Well, on television, anyway. In honor of Mother’s Day (did you have a nice one? Did you remember to call your mom?), ToonZone took the liberty of assessing both 
This Sunday is Mother’s Day, and you know what that means. Right. It means you need to call your mom and tell her you love her, and if you have kids, it means they’re going to wreak havoc in your kitchen, fight with each other, and generally cause you to wonder why on earth you thought motherhood was such a good idea after all.
Every now and then I come across a few things that I think are worth posting about, but none of them are really meaty enough in and of themselves to warrant a full post. Then I end up doing a post like this, where I squash together a bunch of stuff and pretend I totally meant for it to be that way. Just play along.
I have some friends who homeschool, and I admire them very much. Homeschooling is not for me. No. For me, there must be a cheerful yellow bus that comes to the house and takes my children away. The kids like it, because the other children at school are more interesting than I am. I like it, because having the children in school frees me up to work (so that we can have foolish extravagances like food and clothing) and keeps me from killing them. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all of that.
Sometimes when I ask my son what he wants to be when he grows up, he says “An artist!” Sometimes he says he’d like to be a librarian, or a policeman, or simply “Someone who always has cake.”
What could be better on a Monday morning than an assortment of movie news? Well, yes, I suppose coffee and a donut might improve things, but you’ll have to take care of that on your own. Must I do everything around here? Is it not enough that I show up here every weekday? Hmph. Some people.