This is awful

It is as if the movie of my life has been put into the hands of a really incompetent director.

"Love Madeline"

I think I've settled on the name "Madeline" as the mouse romantic interest for Stanley the Snake. Mostly because of this old pocket watch that says "Love Madeline" inside it.

Actually having a snake who won't eat his mice is probably bad for my psyche. I don't know how much longer I can stand being around these mice without crying. Or screaming.

I wish life were a Fleischer cartoon

I wish life were more like a Fleischer cartoon. Even if rotoscoped things wouldn't move quite as you'd expect, days would degenerate as they went along from having a sense of structure to having whatever the fuck...but the randomness of this does by no means suggest senselessness as the world would be filled with clever visual gags. There's sex and violence but everything works out in the end: Koko saves Betty from the ringmaster and Popeye saves Olive Oil from being hit by the train (granted he does kill the train which had a consciousness of its own). Characters who shouldn't have perfect chemistry have perfect chemistry and so a clown, a dog thing, and Mae Questel without a neck are always seen together. Designs of people are so varied a lumpy mess like Popeye, a twig like Olive, and a great mass like Bluto fit in the same universe.

Maybe I'll write more about this at a later date.