|Friday, February 18, 2005
15:08 - Robots that turn into blingwads
Know what I just can't help but think about this?
Myers: No, no, no! He was supposed to have _attitude_.
Silverman: Um... wh-what do you mean, exactly?
Myers: Oh, you know, attitude, _attitude_! Uh... sunglasses!
Lady: Could we put him in more of a "hip-hop" context?
Krusty: Forget context, he's gotta be a surfer. Give me a nice
shmear of surfer.
Lady: I feel we should Rasta-fy him by... 10 percent or so.
[the resulting dog is rather... proactive]
[all stare at it w/o any expression]
Myers: Hmm... I think he needs a _little_ more attitude.
[Silverman blackens in Poochie's sunglasses]
All Three: [variously] Oh, yeah, bingo. Yeah, that's it! There it is,
right there! I love it!
Maybe Poochie will die on the way back to his home planet.
UPDATE: Just wondering... do they all have to have the same teeth-clenching expression? What is this, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Are they all just different renderings of the same perpetually angry character? Boy, can't wait to see the Road Runner fleeing for his life with a murderous expression on his face.
UPDATE: It also reminds me of this.
UPDATE: You know, it also strikes me that this pointy, fury-eyed vision of The Future™ will probably look as risible fifty years from now as Marvin the Martian's floating-platform world or the Jetsons does today. You know, perhaps we don't live in a world any more clueful than the one our grandparents built.