Scooby’s dad, and the creator of The Great Gazoo, Astro Jetson, and Penelope Pitstop, among others, has shaken off this mortal coil and gone to that great animation studio in the sky.
Theyre all leaving us, these giants of joyful youth, and I see none rushing in to fill the empty spaces they leave behind. We have some folks who have promise, but it looks like the times ahead will be heavy.
On the other hand, we have incredible things happening with digital media. Perhaps the focus has simply shifted. Still and all, there is nothing quite like old school animation, and it is unutterably sad to me that this art form is slowly dying. Maybe I’m just a dinosaur, but I’ll take that celluloid stuff over CGI any day of the week, man. As beautiful as CGI can be, it lacks the organic flow and beauty, the tactile feel that celluloid animation leaves on your eyes and your soul. Or maybe just my soul.
Either way, Mr. Takamoto, thank you for making my life a brighter place to be. Thanks for making a stoner and his talking dog such a beautiful illustration of what friendship means the world over. Every human being on the planet knows who Shaggy and Scooby are, and they are so beloved that not even Hollywood could tarnish their memory.
And thanks for being the genesis of the idea behind Scooby Snacks. My dog really loved them. :)
Incidentally, if you can’t see a title for this post, or if there’s just a bunch of boxes there, it’s because it’s written in the Japanese alphabet. The title for this post is what Google Translate came up with for the phrase “rest in peace.” (And many variations thereof, which when translated changed “rest” to some form of “remainder” when put together with “in peace.”) It actually reads “remainder of peace,” which is kind of irritating, but it was all I could find!
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