Recently I was watching a lot of the old cartoons that I grew up on. I can’t stress enough how much I love cartoons, I always have and I always will. My future children will get tired of watching them way before I do, and so I will probably miss out on many of their milestone moments. Sorry, kids, but if daddy has to choose between watching your first awkward steps or Tex Avery’s House of the Future, it’s gonna be Tex, no contest. Maybe try walking in front of the TV so I can see both. Oddly though, I never really got into any of the Betty Boops or other shorts right around the birth of cartoons, but that kind of character is now my favorite to see. Maybe it’s because of the juxtaposition in how far animation has come since those crescent moon-eyed, black-and-white, rubber-armed weirdos popped up on a screen. NY artist Joe Scarano keeps that style alive in a way that makes me want to sit down with a bowl of sugary cereal and a beer some Saturday morning. These are the characters that used to smoke cigars and hound ladies in strange monochrome worlds where anything was possible. Keep those clown-mouthed oddities coming, Joe, so people like me can put off growing up a little longer.
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