I just got out of the shower. While in there I was thinking about last weekend. I flipping through the TV and came across a cartoon that I watch with my nephew. During the week, I watch him while his mother, my sister, puts her life back together or tries to.

I found myself watching the cartoon with this weird sense of relief. It's the same feeling when I'm thirsty and find a cold Coke. I've realized that after a few weeks of hours and hours of cartoons, I kind of look forward to some and actually want to see them outside of "Boo Time." Boo, Andrew, being my nephew. I wonder if parents and babysitters go through this?

By the way, A Pup Named Scooby Doo sucks. Scooby Doo sucks. Yes, that awful cartoon, A Pup ..., where there's always somebody who they don't expect dressed up as something scary, sucks. I hate it when cartoons treat kids as if they're retarded. Most kids are not retarded. They're small people. Treat them as such, and write smart cartoons.

And why does everybody on Ed, Edd, and Eddy seem mildly retarded and have the shakes? My eyes hurt watching that show. And I want to thank the Cartoon Network for not doing a four hour block of The Justice League, something remotely cool, and instead going for a block of The Powerpuff Girls. Any animation that looks more like Flash animation two years ago sucks. I'm sick of lazy animators. That's mainly for the Whore Disney, who I'm pretty sure is going to sue me for saying "Whore Disney." But if they do, maybe then I'll get a reply from them about the Sixth Sense DVD, the one that takes control of my player so it can show me previews of crappy movies. I can't even turn my DVD player off when that thing takes control.

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