The station had moved the train to a different track. I can’t imagine how scary it would be, to lose your children in a place like that…I’m not even a mom and it freaks me out…
Here’s a bit of the making-of:
Dern proud of the team. It was a tight budget and an even tighter turnaround, and they did it with illustrious grace.
Backgrounds – Ben Simonsen
Animators & painters – Adrian Ropp, Aaron Mann, Chad Erekson
Additional painting – Sid Sexton
“3D” train & effects – Travis Deming
Audio & sound mixing – Jeff Meacham
Producer – Joe Fowler
Music – Stephen J. Anderson
Isn’t the music beautiful? Gorgie music is gorgie, and you can download it now (for free!)
Great project to work on. I have learned a lot.
Gosh it was hard to say no to that voice.
Whenever I unrolled the window, my mother gave me these wise words:
So Uncle Richie was a great uncle I had…or…maybe it was a great great uncle…or…cousin…or something…who…liked to roll down the windows.
One day he was playing out the window, and–
HONK HONK VROOM
So you can bet I spent my growing-up years in the car like this:
(My arms survived childhood.)
Wouldn’t you know it, I was at a work meeting and told everybody this story, and do you know what they said??
Uncle Richie: Common Name? Or VAST PARENTAL CONSPIRACY?
I was feeling kind of melancholy this past week and spent a lot of time watching Disney’s 1961 “Babes in Toyland” to kind of cheer me up.
Here’s one my favorite songs, “I Can’t Do The Sum”:
I love this song. I sing it whenever I pay bills. My gosh I wish I had her dress.
Anyways, listening to it for the umpteenth time got me thinking. You know, Mary really is terrible with money. I mean, really bad. I feel I can say this with confidence because I’m a monster tightwad.*
*I haven’t bought a pair of socks in 3 years! #brag
Oh, you don’t believe me? Here’s some solid proof Mary really can’t do the sum: (You don’t actually have to’ve seen the movie to understand this blog post. It’s still pertinent.)
Proof #1: Barnaby knows more about Mary’s finances than Mary does.
He knows about an inheritance Mary has coming to her, that Mary has no idea about. I mean, this guy. He’s sharp. What’s Mary been doing with her finances this whole time?
I’ll tell you what she’s been doing. She’s been ignoring them.
#2 proof: “The stove and rugs and furniture will soon be repossessed.”
….What?? You financed your rugs?? Good gravy, woman!
#3 proof: Her ideas for solving her financial troubles are totally stupid.
Walking on your hands to save shoe repair money…yeah that’ll work.
So I was thinking about it a lot, and I was thinking, you know what Mary should do? Here’s what Mary should do:
– Sell the house. She can’t make the mortgage so it’s gotta go. Living in a tent actually wasn’t a bad idea.
– Secondly, who are those moochy kids that she’s supporting? Make them work in a glue factory. All that singing and dancing, it’s got to stop.
3) Take Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University course
Here’s what Mary should do (if she were me):
1) Marry Barnaby. (Because, why not?)
2) Barnaby will teach Mary how to properly manage her money
3) Mary will teach Barnaby to not be such a miser, and fix up that abysmal house of his.
See? I mean, this just seems like common sense to me. They’re a good match. And don’t give me this marrying for love stuff. Marrying for love is possibly the stupidest thing you can do. No way, dude. Marry for MONEY. They would have such a happy marriage.
But, no. Here’s what will actually happen:
Mary marries Tom.
They fritter her inheritance money away on poofy dresses and bongo drums.
So Barnaby kicks them out into the streets.
Then the Mother Goose villagers get really mad and hunt Barnaby down via pitchfork mob.
Why?? Because they don’t think. Because they don’t think, hey, Mary was crappy with her money, let’s hope this homeless stuff is a good wake-up call. No, they blame it all on Barnaby, who’s only crime was that he was good with his money. AAARGH!! I hate it when villains who aren’t actually villains are villainized!! Barnaby was actually the good guy in this movie!!
No one thinks about this stuff. But I do. I think about this stuff all the time. Call it a gift.
And yes, I still think they should’ve gotten married.
The old neighbor didn’t really like this and so one day when Chad was getting home from work, the old guy was like, “Where are my peaches?”
And Chad was like:
And the old neighbor was like, “You’ve been here nearly three years and you’ve never brought me a basket of peaches from my tree. So what have you been doing with the peaches that hang over your yard?”
An Chad was like, “Oh. I didn’t realize we were supposed to be picking them. They just fall onto the lawn or my kids eat them
And the old guy was like,
And Chad was like,
So he promised to let his kids know and they wouldn’t be taking the peaches anymore.
Unfortunately one day when Chad was away, the kids decided to eat the peaches. The old neighbor saw them and kind of had a fit.
In fact he was so mad, he had the branch hanging over Chad’s yard cut down.
So it looked like this:
And when the peaches grew, the tree kind of overbalanced, since the other branch wasn’t there
And it broke
And it died
And to this day, the old neighbor still blames Chad for killing his tree.
Bad luck old boy.
I feel I ought to apologize for letting this blog get dust on it. I’ve sort of overbooked myself by working two jobs and rewriting a book(s?) and I miss the old thing. But never fear, I’ll soon be back to my regularly scheduled shenanigans!
Sure enough they did look kind of fuzzy.
I told her to just cut off the fuzzy bits. (That’s what I do.)
And it tasted great!
...until 2 am that morning…
I took a 2 am bubble bath where I could sit in a confined space and think about nothing except how bad my tummy hurts. Sometimes that helps.
I also poured myself some grapefruit juice to drink because a cupful of acid is great thing to drink when you feel nauseated.
For some reason I didn’t drink it, and went back to bed and forgot about it.
And so it stayed.
Thru’ rain and shine
It didn’t move
That cup of mine.
…3 days later…
And here is what I drank, from my pov:
New Years Resolution: Don’t leave food out for days on end, and then try to eat it. This should be easy for me, since I’m never going to eat anything ever again.
A couple of weeks ago I had surgery, which is why I haven’t posted in a while. I’m doing much better now, though, thanks to my mom–she’s been nursing me back to health.
I haven’t really been aware of everything she’s done, because I’ve been here:
Pain meds. I could kiss them on the mouth.
I’ve come up with some really neat dreams, which I’m going to share with you right now. For example, I’ve thought up a new Disney Channel pilot!
Let’s sing a bauble song!
Also, puppies falling down elevator shafts.
Why do I hate puppies so much? Why??
The most recurring dream is taking a road trip through the Yukon. And I mean, the Yukon Yukon. Like, the North Pole Yukon.
I always seem to be driving a big, ugly white van with a bad transmissions.
There’s got to be something deeper to these dreams. I’ll figure it out soon…right after I figure out where Mom put all my hoodies.
In other news…
here’s what I dressed up as for at Halloween!
neat-o :D I have to say though I’m kind of disappointed by how many people didn’t know who I was. I mean, I thought this guy was canon. o_o Oh well.
Luckily my nieces and nephews are a well-versed in 60s musicals and I freaked them out :D :D The lollipops, though…man, they really wanted those lollipops.
Good thing we don’t live in Vulgaria.