Animated bears and stuffed moose
A bit before my time, but W.C. Fields mentioned a rule of thumb for actors. “Never work with animals or children.” In an update, that should include bears. Especially ones that are smarter than the average. That means Yogi.
Thanks to one of those movie channels that we now have on the main screen in the house, I sat down to watch Yogi Bear this evening. Not exactly as I remembered things from back in the Hanna-Barbera period of my youth. What’s with all the real people butting in to what was a perfectly lovely cartoon show? Is Dan Aykroyd any funnier in CGI? No. Is Tom Cavanagh any funnier in a ranger costume? Not necessarily… he manages to play the same role no matter what the plot.
I’m glad I watched it, without my children present. Hate for them to get the wrong idea about what served as funny, half a century ago.
We were out to make some specialized gift purchases this afternoon. I didn’t get what I wanted. It may have been a case of the old bait and switch routine (I was in a store that sells a lot of fishing supplies), but there was none of what I wanted in stock, and lots of “the next price point up”. Colour me disappointed. I thought about making an offer on the stuffed moose that stands inside the front entrance, but my roof racks were at home, so I would have had to come up with a really big plan, should the store have accepted to deal. After all, it remains a really big moose, stuffed or not.
