"I just want people to see it, and tell me what a good boy I am."
July 4, 2012 1:38 PM Subscribe
This is awesome.
posted by cjorgensen at 2:31 PM on July 4, 2012
posted by cjorgensen at 2:31 PM on July 4, 2012
Gerry Matthews' Sugar Bear is, IMO, the SECOND best cartoon Bing Crosby impression, the first being Maurice LaMarche (better known for his Orson Welles as The Brain) in "Taz-Mania" as Taz's usually-golfing dad, Hugh. But then I always had a weakness for that second-tier WB toon series since it also featured a wolf named Wendell whose voice was an impression of Woody Allen. And when you're basing characters on both Bing Crosby and Woody Allen, that's pretty edgy for a '90s kids cartoon.
posted by oneswellfoop at 2:38 PM on July 4, 2012
posted by oneswellfoop at 2:38 PM on July 4, 2012
And when you're basing characters on both Bing Crosby and Woody Allen, that's pretty edgy for a '90s kids cartoon.
Don't forget Taz's uncle, based on Bob Hope.
posted by dephlogisticated at 3:03 PM on July 4, 2012
Don't forget Taz's uncle, based on Bob Hope.
posted by dephlogisticated at 3:03 PM on July 4, 2012
Ah...yet another bizarre museum I wish I could visit. Reminds me of the Museum of Jurassic Technology.
posted by adso at 4:05 PM on July 4, 2012
posted by adso at 4:05 PM on July 4, 2012
My insane ex-girlfriend named her cat "Snuff". So ... death? Or dangerously concentrated tobacco? No idea .
Anywaze ... when she abandoned the premises, she left the snaggle-toothed nut-job cat she had somehow created behind. Naturally,I then had the task of properly socializing the poor paranoid thing.
The only way I could get him to come near me was by letting him lick empty fruit bowls. When he started interacting with me after being fed mango, and papaya and cantaloupe that commercial popped into my head, so I re-named him Sugar Bear.
Used to sing the song to him, actually.
After a few years with me, he finally allowed other people he knew to interact with him; but you had to move slowly. But what followed that was the strangest thing I've seen, I believe. When I moved from the old neighborhood down here onto the Drive, Sugar Bear suddenly became the most forward, outgoing and affectionate kitteh you ever saw. I'm talking a one day transformation here. I'd come home from work, and there would be the local street people, or the bottle collector ladies, or some families from up the block; hanging out in the yard, and petting the old rascal.
The best evidence of this personality makeover ever though was when I was awoken one Sunday morning at 6 am by a horn blaring outside my window, which went off every minute. After the third blast, I got up; all ready to explain to some dipstick that blasting your horn at 6 am was not a good a plan. Coming out onto the deck, I spot Sugar Bear. The dipstick is laying in a sunny spot. in the middle of the road, and just refusing to move for the taxi-driver. Who, of course, can't believe this shit from a cat.
"Fuck you, its warm here. I ain't movin'. "
Here's the snaggle-toothed scan.
posted by PareidoliaticBoy at 11:18 PM on July 4, 2012 [4 favorites]
Anywaze ... when she abandoned the premises, she left the snaggle-toothed nut-job cat she had somehow created behind. Naturally,I then had the task of properly socializing the poor paranoid thing.
The only way I could get him to come near me was by letting him lick empty fruit bowls. When he started interacting with me after being fed mango, and papaya and cantaloupe that commercial popped into my head, so I re-named him Sugar Bear.
Used to sing the song to him, actually.
After a few years with me, he finally allowed other people he knew to interact with him; but you had to move slowly. But what followed that was the strangest thing I've seen, I believe. When I moved from the old neighborhood down here onto the Drive, Sugar Bear suddenly became the most forward, outgoing and affectionate kitteh you ever saw. I'm talking a one day transformation here. I'd come home from work, and there would be the local street people, or the bottle collector ladies, or some families from up the block; hanging out in the yard, and petting the old rascal.
The best evidence of this personality makeover ever though was when I was awoken one Sunday morning at 6 am by a horn blaring outside my window, which went off every minute. After the third blast, I got up; all ready to explain to some dipstick that blasting your horn at 6 am was not a good a plan. Coming out onto the deck, I spot Sugar Bear. The dipstick is laying in a sunny spot. in the middle of the road, and just refusing to move for the taxi-driver. Who, of course, can't believe this shit from a cat.
"Fuck you, its warm here. I ain't movin'. "
Here's the snaggle-toothed scan.
posted by PareidoliaticBoy at 11:18 PM on July 4, 2012 [4 favorites]
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