Saturday Morning Cartoons

Your Humble Chronicler here sits, cross-legged, Japanese-style, posting from the floor of the TBH pad, currently devoid of furniture, which is being replaced this morning, barring any catastrophic acts of god. Figures this appointment would coincide with one of the first sunny, above-30-degree days here in the Bleary City. But, we wait. Patience is a virtue.

While we're waiting, we partake of Cartoons for Grown-Ups:

• You gotta check out heavy.com. Make sure you click on the American Suck Countdown at some point.
  
  
• It'd be perverse if it weren't so blatantly silly -- JibJab, where you can send e-cards, visit Godzillary, do the Dubya and even download screensavers. One-stop shopping for your twisted inner child.
  
  
• So, you've wasted too much time at the Shockwave site watching the latest episodes of Radiskull and Stainman. We've all been there. Now you need a last minute gift for a birthday party. No problem -- pick up a 10" Devil Doll before you sign out. $11.95. Can't beat that with a stick.

If you've got one of those rare cartoon phobias, don't despair. More eye candy below. . .

• Find a seat in the screening room at the Digital Film Festival.
  
  
• Like sitting in the dark? Try the Sync Festival, the only place The Band knows of where you can find Nosferatu (1922), The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1919) and Reefer Madness (1936) all on the same marquee. (Bring your own popcorn.)
  
  
• Still haven't had enough? Try IFILM. Spike and Mike. Mr. Bill. Topless women draped in American flags. They're all there, plus Rupert Wainright's seminal net classic, The Sadness of Sex.