Tom & Jerry

In yesterday’s blog…I alluded to the fact that my Nashville to LAX flight included a Tom & Jerry marathon courtesy of the 3 year old sitting in front of me. A T&J marathon is good for a myriad of observations:

• There’s precious little in life that can’t be solved with a couple of matches to the shoe. I think I am going to recommend it to Henry Paulson.
• Thirty years on and I still don’t know which one is Tom and which one is Jerry.
• The things you can do with a banana peel…
• You know what’s more disappointing to a 3 year old than not being allowed to play peek-a-boo any more? Catching your peek-a-boo partner reading a book on Winston Churchill when they should be watching the T&J marathon.
• That Technicolor is cra-zee, man.
• I don’t care how often you see a cartoon kitty in tuxedo tails…that shit is funny.
• Between the milkman and the paper dolls, these cartoons are anachronism central. Hey Jerry, the 1920’s called…they’d like their zoot suit back.