Beckerman and Levy

Ghmpf

Justin Is King

Gold from Justin.

Seuss

Upon my wall now hangs a Seuss,
"A Suess?", you say "Why you could choose
To hang anything from Picasso,
Or even from his pal, Miro
But you chose a Seuss instead.
Well done, my boy,
Well done, I said".
I love my Seuss, as you should to,
But I also love my Angelou.

NYC

Tooshy

Frogmation

Some months ago when I posted this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbv8p-se7Jc
I forgot to add this to it.
So here it is.

Also - I'll never quite get the fickle HQ settings on Youtube...

Canemaker and Freleng

I had a nice animation day today.
A lovely visit with John Canemaker, then while waiting for my wife at Penn Station, a fellow began to chat with me.
On finding out I worked in animation he lit up, for he is the cousin of the late Friz Freleng.

Rauch VS Rauch

What Not To Wear

Stacy London is on the telly.

Invitation

It says it all really...

Hello Sony Imageworks

Hi there Imageworks.
You've been on my blog quite a lot in the last few days and I thought I'd say "hello!".

Jesus Pants

Linda Beck Has The Rage

Hanging With Charles Dana Gibson

The Nudie Dance

Everybody do the nudie dance.
All you have to do is take off your pants.
Let everyone see your floppy lance.
Everybody do the nudie dance.

Lohan

This is a Lindsay Lohan thing I was asked to do a while back.
I liked it.
No-one else did...

No Beard

The beard came off on Monday.
It'll be back soon.

Strange Conventions

Who was it that decided that animated children's films should be bookended with live action pieces in which the main character is shown to transform into an animated character (and back again at the end)?

Why is it that in any film in which a character who is a composer/musician performs the single greatest piece of their entire lives, is the music always uninspiring and forgettable (yet the audience in the film goes ka-ka for it)?

I was reminded of this second strange convention last night when, because of some kind of chemical inbalance in our brains, we watched the film August Rush - a film so fucking awful that it actively makes you stupider the more of it you watch.
Rebecca and I lay in an August Rush induced coma that lasted a good forty or fifty minutes before we regained enough cognitive functions to slide from the couch to the jug of vodka filled summer punch that was sitting on the table nearby.

Asked and Paid

For Sean, who asked and paid.