Man, I must be getting old. Some of the things I hear myself thinking make me sound like an old old man. For instance, I was thinking to myself today “They don’t make cartoons like they used to”. I remember when I was a kid (a young whipper snapper), Saturday morning was my favourite time of the week. I would get up at 5:30 am and run down to the lounge room to catch the Saturday Morning family cartoons. Stuff like Yogi Bear, Scooby Doo and all the Warner Brothers stuff was just the best. At around 9 am my parents would wake up, and quite often they’d come in and watch a few shows with me.
Now I have a couple of kids of my own, and whenever I walk into the lounge room on a Saturday morning, I cringe. The watered down plastic cartoons that are being mass produced nowadays are a joke. William Hanna and Joseph Barbera are probably rolling in their graves.
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