Sadly, by the examples in cartoons, seemingly the only people who’d take advantage of that fashion choice are the ones covered with so much hair that they don’t think to wear pants—or shoes—when walking around in the snow. :eek:
Now, I’m a tolerant guy, but there are some things I have to object to just on the grounds of pure aesthetics.
What singing frog? I didn’t see no singing frog.
Nor are they filled with everyday miniature objects that are perfect for use for mice (matchbox as a bed, postage stamps as portraits, etc.)
Also, rabbit holes are not lavishly decorated. But then again, maybe it’s that way in the cartoon world too and Bugs Bunny is the exception to the rule. He always struck me as a sophisticate- maybe he used the money he got from starring in cartoons to renovate his pad and every other rabbit just has a plain ol’ hole.
Saith the wabbit himself: “I know this violates the law of gravity- but then again, I never studied law.”
In anime, the weaker foe always find a way to defeat a stronger, faster and a more skilled foe . Too many to list.
But I’m pretty sure that if a grand piano did fall on someone, their teeth wouldn’t be replaced by the piano keys and plays notes as they loosely waggle back and forth.
Almost anything … I mean, surely that’s the point of animation, that you can do otherwise impossible stuff?
I was intensely disappointed to discover that if I shouted into a paper bag and then quickly squeezed the opening shut, the sound would not come rushing back out when I opened the bag later.
In real life, if one girl falls in love with you, you won’t suddenly find yourself living with eight different beautiful women (each of different age and bust size) who all adore and fight over you.
Alas.
In real life, you cannot use beans as a way to propel yourself through the air (in a rather smelly manner.)
Not so alas.
In real life, you cannot remove your head to stand on with a cheesey grin to then reattach it with no physical harm.
In real life, there are no giant robots that you can use to fist-fight with other giant robots in the middle of Tokyo. And if there were and you did, you would soon find yourself in jail or taken out by the military due to having inadvertently crushed thousands of helpless by-standers.
In real life, robotic women in French maid outfits do not appear to live with you.
In real life, tripping and falling on someone and then inadvertently squeezing their breast is not generally the first way one determines that someone is really a woman.
In real life, you are in no danger of getting raped by an evil tentacle beast. (Yay!)
In real life, there are no dragons.
In real life, Tarzan would just be “thaty crazy white man” and Jane would be whoring in Nairobi.*
In real life, people have parents who appear as something beyond some random voice on the other end of the phone every once in a while.
In real life, Nazis are less humorous.
In… mumble mumble on into eternity
In real life, you can’t throw a 150+ pound object into a suborbital arc just by punching it in a fit. On the down side, this means the space program has to use expensive rockets. On the plus side, it means you can’t shell Israel by pushing a young woman in her skivvies in front of a group of bashful young suicide bombers.
I don’t think there are too many skunks in real life who get the hots for black-and-white cats (or sing like a cheap imitation of Maurice Chevalier, for that matter). And I don’t think I’ll ever see a mouse wearing a serape and a sombrero.
But ya never know.
In real life, if somebody detaches your arms, there isn’t a nice, plain, white surface where they were detached, and if you stick them back on, they don’t adhere and reattach.
(The Tick)
Or pigtails.
(Azumanga Daioh)
Oddly, in real life bears actually are fond of the contents of pic-a-nic baskets. They don’t, however usually wear hats and neckties.
There are no Skunks in France.
Rossini, William Tell Overture, 2nd movement. I used to always play that for my friends on my boombox when we went camping!
I prefer Grieg’s “Dawn” from the Peer Gynt Suite.
As for the ACME Catalog, Amazon has everything.
You’ve never been to my apartment.
You’ve obviously never tasted my brother’s salsa.
If I got hit in the face with a cast-iron skillet, I don’t think my face would take on the exact shape of the pan, only to spring back to its normal shape with a vigorous shake of my head.
People in real life who wear monogrammed shirts normally choose an initial that matches the first letter of either their first or last name. For example, a guy named “Velocity Chaser” would wear a shirt with a “V” or “C” on the chest, rather than a “G”.
