Salutations, traveler of The Internets! Welcome to William's Bloody Hell, so named after our founder, Sir Bloody William.
He is seen in the likeness above in a rare, 19th century woodcut. This
image was rumoured to have been
commissioned after a bout of unpleasantness
in the White Chapel district of London. Do enjoy your stay and peruse our many, varied offerings, much of which cannot be found elsewhere!
::Today's soundtrack: The Who "Substitute" ::
Do you know what I miss? Goddamn Saturday morning cartoons, that's what! I got up fairly early (re: before noon) on a Saturday recently, and thought I'd check out what cartoons you kids are watching these days. Turns out: none. Okay, so I have only like twenty television channels, so I don't get Cartoon Network or Nickelodeon, or any of that fancy, expensive shit. I get the major American networks: ABC, NBC, CBS, FOX, PBS, etc. Well, they seem to all play crap like Hannah Montana, That's So Raven, Suite Life With Zach and Cody and all that live action junk. What. The. FUCK? I used to love 8am to noon watching cartoons like Galaxy High, Dungeons & Dragons, The Real Ghostbusters, sometimes Garfield and Friends, maybe Teen Wolf, or even CBS Story Break; so long as it was animated, I'd give it a go. And then... Then Saved By the Bell happened. After many years and thousands of dollars of research, I have determined Saved By the Bell to be the turning point, the thing that started the gradual shift on Saturday mornings from cartoons to live action programming. I recall specifically the year that show debuted, the network had a special "look what's airing this fall on Saturday mornings" preview programme, and I thought, "what is this live action shit with my cartoons? I'm not watching that, and neither will any one else!" Well, I was wrong. Metric ass-loads of people watched. Stupid, stupid people. Soon, every new broadcast season more live action shows were added to the Saturday line-up, and cartoons were slowly being replaced. I used to watch a long, 4 to 5 hour block of straight cartoons, then I had gaps in that time where nothing good was on. Later, I "grew up," got a job and moved to my own apartment. I was poor for a good, long while and had no cable television. The mountains in my area pretty much blocked broadcast signals except for one and half channels, if you didn't mind watching them all blurry. When I finally did get cable, my lifestyle had shifted to staying up all night and sleeping all morning. Every once in a great while I'd wake up around 11am and try to catch what was on nowadays. That last hour of cartoons was sometimes some good stuff. But lately? They seem to be gone. I find that sad. Cartoons on Saturdays were a big part of my youth. Cartoons, comic strips and comic books all together made me want to draw all cartoony-like (as opposed to realism, or any other -ism style). I feel like the kids today are going miss out on part of that creative inspiration. I know, it's not as though there aren't any cartoons at all, but dern it, Saturday mornings were our little refuge back then. Or was it just me? I dunno. It's still a loss in my books.
William the Bloody (cartoonish)
