Vinni Puh and more views

I grew up as a latchkey kid, where my mother expected me to come home immediately after school and (as a hermit herself) didn't like me leaving the house in general. Left predominantly on my own, I became a cartoon junkie, and even today if I have to spend time "socializing" with family in front of a television, I'd rather be watching cartoons with the kids than whatever sitcom, melodrama, or sports game the adults select.

Of course the below aren't the cartoons I grew up on, as they're all in Russian, but they are new-to-me discoveries I was recently shown. With very few exceptions, most popular cartoons today are horrid, trying to be way too trendy and relying excessively on pop culture references to lure in so-called adult audiences ($). They have such an enormous lack imagination in both narrative and style and very few people seem to be the least bit concerned, if they even notice the loss - just look at the animation of Junior and Karlson (the second one below) to see what kids are missing today with the advent of CGI and computer programmers taking the role of animation artists.

Vinni Puh Part 1 of 2
Eeyore is even more wondrously morose in Russian!




Junior and Karlson Part 1 of 2
a Swedish children's book series but a Russian cartoon




There Once Was a Dog

distracted

"They are lonely; the spirit of their writing and conversation is lonely; they repel influences; they shun general society; they incline to shut themselves in their chamber in the house, to live in the country rather than in the town, and to find their tasks and amusements in solitude. Society, to be sure, does not like this very well; it saith, Whoso goes to walk alone, accuses the whole world; he declareth all to be unfit to be his companions; it is very uncivil, nay, insulting; Society will retaliate. Meantime, this retirement does not proceed from any whim on the part of these separators; but if any one will take pains to talk with them, he will find that this part is chosen both from temperament and from principle; with some unwillingness, too, and as a choice of the less of two evils; for these persons are not by nature melancholy, sour, and unsocial, — they are not stockish or brute, — but joyous; susceptible, affectionate; they have even more than others a great wish to be loved." Emerson

A sort of friend of mine remarked how good it was that I prioritized a boy this past Sunday over my studies, as if to say that this is progress, that this is me returning to life via triviality. But alas, I cannot amalgamate the two: I know not how to seek in everyday life that which is most important to me. No, this opportunity reeks of self-destruction, yet only in reflection. Why hesitate? My moods are no less volatile, only subdued in their restored secrecy.

I cannot make myself known.

[Incoherence will continue until I can restore my habit. Soon.]