HOT RUBBER BALLS! (Not unlike Black Rubber Bag).

In keeping a TV on so I never have to focus on the bullshit I'm spewing about Plato, Hobbes and Hegel, Felix the cat has been my companion for the last hour or so.→[More:]

First off, I'm amazed at how bad the cartoons are. The animation jerky, the colors are bland, the jokes are warmed-over Warner Brothers at best. And where Felix should be amazingly inventive and surreal (he has a magic bag that he can pull ANYTHING out of), he's instead a bit of a prick. His naïve law and order schtick is really jarring when contrasted with the anarchic zeal of the best cartoons of the era.

Secondly, man, is this show rife with moments waiting to be sampled for sexual innuendo. That they keep repeating "Hot rubber balls!" and spraying each other's faces with white gunk (it's supposed to be some sort of thick, white, ropey "soda") makes this show so laden with uncomfortable moments that I can't imagine it connecting with any kid over eight. Maybe it's because our modern culture demands kids be more sexually sophisticated anymore, or maybe these were just dirty, dirty cartoons when they came out (yet were so hackneyed and clumsy that the jokes were safely ignored).