Last night I apparently dreamed that there was a Ramones cartoon in the 80s (I blame @Leucrotta) and now I'm all sad that there wasn't.
In other news, I've been watching the old UK mostly-Roald-Dahl anthology Tales Of The Unexpected. The main thing I'm learning from it is that twist-ending technology has advanced dramatically since 1981.
"And it turns out the chap was quite mistaken." "And she decided NOT, in fact, to eat the poisoned food." "And then the murderer MURDERED him!" Rubbish.
minor Parallax spoiler, memo to self
OTOH, I shouldn't complain, because TOTU gave me a slick idea for Parallax: we demonstrate the absurd courtly culture of Baron K's planet by having an old rival of his send him an anonymous gift of an extremely expensive bottle of G-Rated Native Beverage. The Baron's palette is so sophisticated he can detect the exact varietal origins of every flavoring agent... and Planet K's etiquette is so hyper-refined that this conveys a LENGTHY hidden message.
re: minor Parallax spoiler, memo to self
"Oh, this is a quillberry and sourgrass cordial! Ooh, and it's a fourth pressing! Hmm, a bit sweet, must have been a light winter back home. I think this is from the Jazbivali region. Somewhere hilly, lots of ice runoff. YOU OLD RASCAL, YOU MARRIED A BOY FROM KAZBEK!"
*swishes beverage between his cheeks and swallows pensively*
"A bit of tannin... I think he's an orthodontist! Very nice!"
