Cartoons that I’ve sorely missed…
July 31, 2006Life’s fun when your friends are animators. After watching Wallace and Grommit (the original shorts, not the crappy movie) for the nth time the other night, we got to talking about really good cartoons we’d missed. Or will be missing. Like Invader Zim, for instance. Like Spongebob Squarepants, Invader Zim, which only enjoyed two seasons on Nickelodeon (mainly because
it’s NOT a show for kids), is one of those hilarious shows that totally makes you feel like you’re high on something when you watch it.
Zim, who is from the Irken race, whose social hierarchy is based on height (if that isn’t already hilarious, I don’t know what is). Zim was banished to the planet Foodcourtia as a fry cook for accidentally destroying part of Irken city with a giant robot, but returns begging for a planet to be assigned to conquer in the upcoming Operation Impending Doom. Desperate to get Zim as far away as possible, they assign him to a “Mystery Planet,” which turns out to be Earth. The rest of the show basically features Zim’s attempts to conquer Earth while his arch-nemesis Dib tries to stop him.
(Fun Invader Zim fansites with tons of information, updates, fan stuff and obsessively done picture galleries: Bad Bad Rubber Piggy, The Scary Monkey Show, and Room with a Moose & GIR.)
Another show which is still on TV via Nickelodeon (Asia) but has stopped being produced beyond its third season is My Life as a Teenage Robot. It’s a little Kim Possible, though significantly more sarcastic and more adult in humor and a little Small Wonder (anyone remember that show?).
My Life as a Teenage Robot is about the robot girl XJ-9, or simply Jenny. Jenny goes to high school, likes to hang out at the mall, and be with her friends Brad and Tuck, instead of saving the
world. Her creator and “mom,” Dr. Wakeman, designed her as a highly sophisticated battle robot, but Jenny has more trouble getting along in her teenage world. She has an ongoing rivalry with the Krust Cousins, popular girl Brit and Tiff, and even has a human suitor in Sheldon. Jenny actually loves a robot named the Silver Shell (he was created by Sheldon, who “wears” him like Iron Man wears his suit), but then later disliked him for being a spy. Jenny is also being pursued by Queen Vexus, leader of a robot clan called the Cluster, to get her to join them.
(My favorite MLaaTR sites are the creator’s blog, The Teenage Roblog, and this whole selection on YouTube that features whole episodes of MLaaTR. I hope the episodes don’t get pulled off anytime soon.)
One show that hopefully won’t be going anywhere anytime soon is Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. With a whole set of neurotic characters (or normal characters that go neurotic when fed with sugar), this show plays on ridiculously impossible situations and bizarre characterization to achieve its flipped out humor. Well, most cartoons do, but Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends is just way too lovable and fun, with constant pop culture references and puns and inside jokes easily appreciated by adults.

Incidentally, all these cartoon have been nominated or have won Emmy Awards or Annie Awards (prestigious animation awards). Of course, by now it’s obvious that awards don’t always mean ratings. And I can only hope these great cartoons find a new home somewhere else.
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developed them to be competitive enough with the rest of the world. There’s a long and drawn out predicament that most of these groups (none of the them being “culturally” Filipino dances in the traditional sense of the word) have faced: finding support, recognition, and even a regular audience that can truly appreciate their creative level and globally competitive skills.
outbursts on local American Idol ripoffs.

think ballet is only tutus and Swan Lake). It’s a dangerous balancing act they are constantly striving to perfect, risking alienating either their existing patrons or their possible newer, younger audiences.
and individuals who quietly stay on the Board of Directors of such dance companies, most seem to be rather questionable supporters who gave money and watched shows when it was the fashionable thing to do. Now, the fashionable thing it to buy designer bags, so guess where all the patrons went. Bam is reconciled to the fact that the problem also with watching a ballet is that “unlike a Gucci bag, when you watch something that features soul, it doesn’t show right away.”)
definitely associated with the local hip hop scene (and is not a term used anywhere else in the way we use it)–Streetdance (regardless of what 


people backed by kiddie choirs or African-American singers), Christmas music, Broadway, children’s music or the “cleanest” kind of pop music that was pre-approved by authority figures (and for them the Backstreet Boys was cool as cool got).
favorite is The Last Five Years). I still pop in the occasional Metallica CD (although I usually prefer S&M these days) or even Ozzy Osborne. But what’s on my player now is anything from Counting Crows, Wallflowers, High Llamas, Aimee Mann, Beats for Beginners, Ben Folds, Bruce Springsteen, Massive Attack, Stereophonics, Vienna Teng to, well, a host of music that people whose tastes I trust have fed me over the years.
myself that, for all the reasons in my past, my taste in music was, well, learned. Or forced. I know what music is acceptable in my circles before I know what I like, and it has been that way for awhile.
It seems such an odd thing to a lot of people that I am that way. And it seems grossly pretentious too. I do love the music that I’ve grown accustomed to. But it’s been awhile since I’ve bothered to turn on the radio, for reasons that match those above. And it’ll be awhile before I try to make a mix tape.
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innovative inflatable advertising). At the time, they were pushing it for basketball games and other sporting events, since most people thought of inflatables as basically blimps, blown-up SMB or Coke bottles, or those long dancing figures at events.
actually initiated the walkout. The last few occasions I dragged him out, because I was close to throwing up in the theater (never did have the stomach for explicit blood and gore horror movies), but this time, he was far more bored than I was. Which is saying a lot considering I have absolutely no patience with bad movies.
films that range from Adaptation, Moulin Rouge, Before Sunrise and Before Sunset, to films like While You were Sleeping, My Best Friend’s Wedding, American Pie, Transporter, Mission Impossible and Tokyo Drift. And I know teeny-bopper flicks and family movies that have been done well, so all I can say is Just My Luck was condescending, trying too hard to be funny AND clean, and absolutely senseless. (Yes, it was really THAT bad that I’m actually bothering with an entry dedicated to blowing off steam about it.)
That was one movie that inspired me to sit down and write after watching it. How many more of those gems, in each their own genres, can we hope to see in the future? Meantime, while I’m waiting, I’ll pop in a copy of Earl or One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest or anything else that’ll really make me laugh.
to football-inspired fashion. The i section of the Bulletin released a football special right before the finals, which I think is one of my favorite men’s fashion spread so far. Here’s a (badly cropped–sorry!) image from the spread shot in the local JVC showroom, photographed and art directed by this wonderful group 

