SpongeBob atop Gomer proves a perfect cheek-meeping aid for Tiny in the countdown to supper. Political correctness? Don't make me laugh. When does the food appear in the bowl?
Just came down from a fab online conversation with one of our imail correspondents re the glory of Charles Dickens's writing. We'd quoted his Mr. Micawber in our previous post:
She: Dickens had such RICH language.
We: I know. Fun to revisit it now. The Micawbers were about to set off for Australia. In light of Australia's continuing support for our efforts in the war on terror -- other than the usual suspects (intellectual morons) -- it's especially interesting.
She: He put great effort into describing what people wore, what they ate and how they formed a phrase. I am an 'umble man. Dickens's characters are so alive. I suppose that the kids taday never get NEAR Dickens.
We: We need to see a revival of Dickens in the movies, fergossake. It would be swell if someone not p.c. would reinterpret Dickens in the modern filmic idiom.
She: OH, Sis . . . don't you KNOW? They DID "Great Expectations" with Leonardo DiCaprio and Gwyeth Paltrow, or some such. Be careful what you wish for.
We: I said without the p.c. filter. I want something psychologically true and interesting. Fortunately, I was unaware.
She: Dream on.
A dream is a wish your heart makes. But wouldn't it be dreamy if the fear-society-lite p.c. police at the checkpoints/gateways of academia, Hollywood and the media fell away -- we think it's happening -- to open up a new intellectual highway free to remine the wisdom of the past? Highways, mines? Mixed metaphors, anyone? It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Update: For more animals of every ilk, walk, run, swim, fly, prance or scuttle over to the Friday Ark at Modulator.
Update II: More animals -- all feline -- at this week's Carnival of the Cats at Aptenobytes.
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