18 thoughts on “Weekend Plans Post: Hey Rocky, Watch Me Pull A Rabbit Out Of My Hat

  1. I *LOVE* Rocky and Bullwinkle, and I agree with what you say here. I actually like the short things (Sherman and Peabody, Fractured Fairy Tales, etc.) better than the serial stories. I, too, watched it in syndication as a child and have, in my adult like, occasionally netflixed the dvd’s. The humor is very adult (in a good way).Report

    1. There was a throwaway joke where Bullwinkle was calling the government and complained about “adding new states all the time”.

      “Wait, when did Alaska/Hawaii become states?”, I asked. Both were made states in 1959. The episode in question aired in 1960.

      This joke was funny in 2021. I can only imagine how funny it would have been in 1960.Report

  2. I remember seeing it for the first time as an adult, with Bullwinkle carrying around a little boat made of jewels, called the Ruby Yacht of Omar Khayyam.Report

    1. That arc kicks off with one of the jokes that sailed over my head when I was a kid and, as an adult, strikes me as laugh out loud funny.

      It takes place between 1:38 and 1:44:

      Holy cow, I’m realizing that the cartoon benefits from the very recent radio dominance. Rocky and Bullwinkle is a radio show with funny pictures.Report

  3. I remember *not* liking Rocky & Bullwinkle when it was ‘age appropriate’ and wondering whether the age at which it might be appropriate was wrong.

    For this weekend I’m trying to get our young contractor to multi-thread instead of single thread… the project is nearly complete, but he’s being overly cautious about certain things being 100% complete before working on some other thing… which leads to total inaction without commensurate gain.

    What’s this new Scrum technique all’y’all are talking about?Report

  4. I remember watching Rocky and Bullwinkle on the TV in my parent’s bedroom, lying on their bed before having to rush off to catch the bus for school. This’d be in the first house I can remember us living in.

    Nothing in particular on my docket this weekend (wash/rinse/repeat).Report

  5. I am, on the advice of my doctor, making An Excursion! this weekend. I am masking up (probably breaking out the KN95s I bought for lab this semester) and going to the JoAnn Fabrics and the Kroger (and maybe, if I go early enough and it’s not busy, the Ulta right next door to the JoAnn’s.

    I had my regular checkup (I am on a six month schedule because of high blood pressure and allergies and some difficulty initially getting both under control) and it was a televisit, and she asked me – as she said she was asking all her patients – how I was doing emotionally and I kind of laughed and said “good days and bad days” and that I was feeling isolation hard, because I was only doing grocery shopping at the small local grocery and that only once every 10 days, and she was of the opinion that an early-in-the-day, well-masked and distanced trip was safe, and probably necessary for my mental health.

    Also there are some things the Kroger sells that my local grocery does not. I laid in a supply back in October when I last got out there, saying to myself, “Well, maybe by the time I run out of these things I’ll be vaccinated” but I’ve learned since NOT to say that (sigh). So it’s a stock up and then hunker down trip.

    But yeah, I am really feeling what they call “third quarter phenomenon” right now – tired of being alone, tired of only short conversations from 6 or 10 feet away and then with a mask on, tired of the inside of my house and of my office, tired of my hands being chapped from constant washing, just TIRED. And the hell of it is? I don’t know if it’s really the third quarter or only the first still.

    I have already said I refuse to acknowledge getting a year older (52! how did I get here) the end of February if it’s not safe for me to go DO anything. And it almost certainly won’t. So I am choosing to remain 51 for another year, or, hell, maybe start going backwards….Report

    1. So I am choosing to remain 51 for another year, or, hell, maybe start going backwards….

      Inside every old person is a young person who looks in the mirror and says, “What the f*ck happened?” I am officially 67 now; by a variety of statistical sources, that gives me less than 20 expected years. It’s not enough. There are too many things that I still don’t know. And I can’t learn them as fast as I used to.Report

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