Showing posts with label monkeys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monkeys. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Famous Cats - Bobcat Goldthwait




In a new series, I've decided to celebrate the greats of catterdom, starting with my personal favorite (after the Great Whisker him/herself, of course), Bobcat Goldthwait. Not an actual bobcat, or cat, per say, but, still an honorable and joyous addition to the cat family and the planet earth.

Bobcat began doing stand up in the mid 80's, sharing a bill with Robin Williams, and had several initial cameos on small films like Tapeheads, (awesome) alongside John Cusack and Tim Robbins. I think the first time I ever saw him was in Police Academy 2, where he played the leader of a street gang, Zed (awesome). He later wrote, directed and starred in Shakes the Clown (awesome), and had his fingers in several other pies, including cameos in Twisted Sister and Nirvana videos. Frankly, I think his best work was on Scrooged, which I think might also be the best Christmas movie of all time. Seriously.

His most recent work was a reunion with Robin Williams in World's Greatest Dad, a dark comedy he wrote and directed, to critical favor. In this clip, you can see him getting what many may agree to be some just desserts for an artist who has gone through a delicate and lengthy maturation process, only to emerge as a refined and unique voice often overlooked for his lower-brow exploits (Police Academy 2 = still awesome, I don't care what anybody says). And yes, I am still talking about Bobcat Goldthwait.

Monday, October 19, 2009

If you're reading this, you're a cat

Welcome, comrades. Despite what you may think about cats being oblivious to the world of humans and such, I've been quietly observing the curious world of the upright monkeys for some time. They are irrational, hypocritical, self-involved, impulsive and unfit for rule. However, they do run things, for now. Hence, the beginning of my movement. I aim to raise my kind silently, like a transparent phalanx, ascending the social ladder until we are the ones making decisions and we are the ones running things. No longer will it be the ongoing blathering of:
"Here, kitty, kitty, who wants a num-num?" and, "Who's mummy's favorite pookie-wookie?"
No, we are so much more than num-nums and pookie-wookies. We have too many insightful and wise thoughts on so many of life's quandaries for our minds to be wasted on jingle balls, junk food and mild hallucinogens.

But I'm not here to dominate or patronize. I aim simply to evolve my domesticated brethren from complacent furniture to active and relevant members of society who will affect the future of our world and the many, many worlds beyond. That being said, I present to you an intellectual forum, an ongoing internal monologue of the daily struggle my cat kind and I face, and our struggle to overcome. This shall be the account of our rise from docile lap warmers to the great thinkers we shall be. And, perhaps, the downfall of humanity, as well.
(Thanks to monkey Alexis for the professional portrait above)