October 8th, 2007

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Meet Satoshi, the eater of souls



I have no clue what's got me on this current cookiepuss kick, but I actually went and snagged the episode of The Critic that mentions cookiepuss and then snipped out the relevant bit. I popped the resulting video up on youtube. I even tried to see if I could somehow get image captures to work so I could shrink down and make an animated icon version, but none of the programs I've got at the moment seem to do that and just plain screen captures don't work. Maybe I'll search around for a solution while this burst of interest still has me in thrall.
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Voice Post:

VoicePost
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“Who has delivered us, who?
Tell me his nest and his name.
Rikki, the valiant, the true.
Tikki, with eyeballs of flame.

Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged,
The hunter with eyeballs of flame!

Sing to your fledglings again,
Mother, oh lift up your head!
Evil that plagued us is slain,
Death in the garden lies dead.

Terror that hid in the roses is gone.
He lies on the rubbish heap, dead!”

Transcribed by: henwy
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I <3 Chuck Jones

Ever get a flash of something from your childhood but it's all fragmented? I've had something pop into my head a few times over the past week and I kept making mental notes to try to google our the source. It basically consisted of a name, Rikki Tikki Tembo No-sa Rembo and a story about a streaky mongoose killing snakes. I had vague still images in my mind of an animated version of the later with assorted weird sound effects. I finally got around to searching and found that I had conflated two different childhood memories.

It turns out that Rikki Tikki Tembo is an old piece of Chinese folklore that must've been read to me at some point during elementary school. I know it must've been read to me because I have such a clear impression of hearing the name being rattled off, as if it were being chanted. That aside, I tend to not have verbal representations of names when I read books. It's funny really, but I almost never think about how a character's name actually sounds. Instead, the word of their name will pop into my head instead.

The mongoose story on the otherhand is Rikki Tikki Tavi, a story out of the Jungle Book. There was an animated adaptation of it that was produced by Chuck Jones the year before I was born and I must've seen it at some point. It certainly drilled an impression into my head since I still remember bits and pieces and I know that my family never owned a copy or anything.

I searched on You Tube and was amazed to find that they had the entire thing on there in three parts. I watched it again and it's freaking fantastic. I felt such a surge of happy nostalgia as bits and pieces of the video echoed off spotty pieces of memory.







It's just wonderful all around. I absolutely love Chuck Jones from Tom and Jerry to this absolute gem. Every kid of a certain age should be shown it and pikachu can go f-himself. I ended up singing the songs in the video to myself, which sort of explains that previous voicepost.

In case anyone is curious, here were the lyrics:


Who has delivered us, who?
Tell me his nest and his name.
Rikki, the valiant, the true.
Tikki, with eyeballs of flame.

Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged,
The hunter with eyeballs of flame!

Sing to your fledglings again,
Mother, oh lift up your head!
Evil that plagued us is slain,
Death in the garden lies dead.

Terror that hid in the roses is gone.
He lies on the rubbish heap, dead!

Give him the thanks of the birds,
Bowing with tail feathers spread!
Praise him with nightingale words.
Nay, I will praise him instead.

Hear! I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki, with eyeballs of red!


Sing him the the sad song of birds,
Bowing with tail feathers spread.
Sing to your fledglings again,
Mother, oh, bow down your head.

Nagaina will hunt in the garden once more,
For Rikki, the valiant, is dead.
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Bake until done



You know, I thought for sure I'd never get a good chance to use that image before next summer. I'm not even sure where I stumbled across it, but it just goes to show you should always save whacky pictures for a rainy (or scorching) day.

I dunno how it is where the rest of you are, but the thermostat is reading 89 degrees here with a good chunk of humidity to boot. Add it all up and it apparently feels like it's over 90 degrees outside. Of course, with my AC and fan going, I'm managing to ignore nature's little temperature hiccup. I'm sure plenty of people who like summer weather are out enjoying themselves but it's never been my sort of thing. Besides, the scare ball is out there blazing and that's always a downer in my opinion.

From what the weather channel is telling me, by friday the high will plummet back down to 64 degrees so I guess people should enjoy it while it lasts. Since it costs more in energy to heat a home than cool it, I'm sure there are some hippies out there happy at the turn. Of course, there are just as likely to be others shrieking about global warming. It's probably a point of irony that we've ended up removing some of the things that keep the earth cool like acid rain. I was just reading something the other day which suggests that a likely contributor to the little ice age back in the middle ages was the presence of sulfuric acid particles in the air and the acid rain it caused. If all else fails, we can have acid rain battle global warming in a cage match to determine the temeperature of the globe.