Right, so I actually have a bunch of scripts written for cartoons. But the trick is to translate those scribbled words into polished drawings. And that requires a precious commodity we call “time”, of which I currently have a negative account balance, thanks to children home from school and this national past time of consuming giant portions of food in honor of treaties broken by European invaders of the North American continent.
So it looks like cartoons will appear in full force next week. Plenty of ’em! Shaking righteous fists of fury at the machine! Deconstructing our bourgeois constructs of normality! Lobbing gobs of epatiér at the dominant paradigm! And probably making snarky comments about shit that pisses me off. Ya know, the uszh.
BTW – “paradigm” should always be pronounced “para-diggum.” At least if you want to be taken seriously in polite company.