1/2 the recent Chris Pratt announcement has revived my knowledge of weird 2000s talking animal films please enjoy the breakdown of the real obscurity behind them
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Born to cause problems
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Cruisin' by ricko https://flic.kr/p/7Frm7X
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"You know Mr. Gaius if you weren't such a stick in the mud I would have asked you out already."
"Piss off, jerk!"
In which both Steve and Owen played as dogs in Marmaduke 🐶
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Great Danes in TV
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Allegheny Cemetery 71021-34
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Today’s Terrible OCiel Name Suggestion is...
Barnaby Marmaduke Aloysius Benjy Cobweb Dartagnan Egbert Felix Gaspar Humbert Ignatius Jayden Kasper Leroy Maximilian Neddy Obiajulu Pepin Quilliam Rosencrantz Sexton Teddy Upwood Vivatma Wayland Xylon Yardley Zachary Usansky Phantomhive
Cursed by @datonefangiirl
(Mod UT: Oof. Just why? 🤣 Is this congrats 🎊 on cursed status? I guess so!)
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Prey tell, what makes a publisher predatory?
Bogus journals and naming-and-shaming publishers (Plus good Marmaduke burn).
My first experience with a predatory publisher happened long before I became a scientist. I was in high school, and one Sunday, the entire back page of my local newspaper’s comic section had been replaced by a gigantic advertisement for a children’s poetry contest. Initially annoyed that the ad had displaced a whole page of comics—then even more annoyed that it had spared Marmaduke—I nonetheless submitted a handful of poems to the contest.
A few weeks later, an envelope arrived in the mail. I had won! And one of my poems (hmm, they didn’t specify which) had not only been accepted, it had been named an “Editor’s Pick”! In fact, I could receive my very own handsomely bound copy of their anthology to commemorate this prestigious honor … if I mailed them a check or money order for $44.95.
Aw, come on.
I may have been 17, but I wasn’t stupid—at least not when it came to people trying to sell me things. After all, I had been raised on infomercials. For those of you too young to have experienced infomercials, they were basically half-hour advertisements disguised as talk shows, often hosted by a man named Mike Levey in a colorful sweater. Yes, kids, pre-streaming Netflix, pre-YouTube, we often watched lengthy demonstrations of gimmicky products like the Juice Tiger or the Topsy Tail simply because nothing else was on.
Thanks to a childhood of but-wait-there’s-more, I had become aware that everyone, everywhere wanted to sell me something, and resisting their efforts would be an uphill but necessary battle. The poetry anthology, though, was new. It couldn’t rotisserie a chicken or cut hair with a vacuum. It was my own work sold back to me, along with the flattery that I had, via creative genius, qualified for the enviable opportunity to be their customer. I warily added the occurrence to my growing list of potential swindles—worse than the Home Shopping Network, which at least offered actual products, but a notch better than Columbia House’s eight CDs for a penny introductory offer that disguised its subscription trap.
This is why, when I started to encounter predatory publishers as a scientist—you know, the emails that greet you with much warmth and little grammar, inviting you to submit your work to their esteemed family of publications—I smelled the scam a mile away. Really, you consider me “a leader in my field”? And the publication of my research is “a matter of some urgency”? Clearly you don’t know me or my research.
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Black and White doodles 2020-21
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No bargaining with HIM.
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POV u r getting munched on :(
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Are there any Australian Shepherds in tv?
Aussies in TV
In Babe a Border Collie played a role of an Australian shepherd, because they’re easier to train.
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Though half of his readership was lost to a cholera outbreak, and hundreds more fans likely perished during the Great Chicago Fire of 1959, Anderson has never given up on Marmaduke - a strip that has survived 10 U.S. presidencies, as well as everyone the cartoonist has ever known and loved.
"Throughout my career, the one thing I've tried to do more than anything else was make people smile," said Anderson, referring to a goal that now rivals being able to dress himself in the morning and get into bed without the aid of a stepladder at night. "That's what Marmaduke was always about."...
When asked if the soulless conduit for another 20 years of Marmaduke cartoons had any new and exciting projects up his sleeve, a coy Anderson replied, "No."
Also, from Comic Strip Doctor:
Anderson, born in 1924, started cartooning at the age of 15. In 1954 Marmaduke began appearing in newspapers. The mischievous Great Dane has sold over 10 million copies of his over two dozen books. It’s currently featured in 500 newspapers in over 20 countries.
Anderson must awake each morning terrified. There’s no one else. There’s no Marmaduke heir. The dog will die with him.
Alas, we are not so lucky. Though Brad Anderson died in 2015, his son carries on his work to this day.
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preview for the bisexual-themed bookmarks for the @riverdaleprideandjoyzine
pride shake designs by the wonderfully talented @alpacalypseartb once again 💖💜💙
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Jack doesn't care about me until I give another horse attention. 😂
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people really be calling me an elitist for saying “we should know our animals backgrounds and not make up fun lies”
it’s true though, if you’ve been following this blog for a bit you’ll know that I cannot STAND random bred animals
if it doesn’t a pedigree tracing back to the stone age, then I don’t fuck with it, sorry if that makes me “Superior” or something
the day I let some mutt into my home is the day I die
sorry if that’s hard to hear, but I gotta speak my truth. why would I EVER lend my heart to an animal that doesn’t have the purest, bluest blood running through its little inbred veins
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