Blah blah blah, yackity smackity, and a nice cold glass of orange juice
That, my friends, is the line the dad used to say in the short lived cartoon featuring baby Taz.
BoingBoing had a post featuring footage of the 120-degree jaw range of a Tasmanian Tiger, now extinct. This reminded me of the evening I spent watching a three-hour long Discovery channel feature on the Tasmanian Tiger. I don’t know if they did an extra super-duper good job of hooking me in, but despite incredible fatigue, I watched the whole thing. They delved into the history of the Tasmanian Tiger, and how it may or may not be extinct. Throughout the entire show, I was given the impression that they might still be around, and Discovery has it on tape. At the end of the show, round about 1 AM, they wrapped up with a “they may not be extinct, but we may never know” line. I was furious. I was angry not only at Discovery for duping me, but also for the fact that I wanted to see a Tasmanian Tiger, and I never will. (It was a very Violet Beauregarde feeling.) I can’t explain it, but there was a weird feeling of closure when I watched the video.
I know this was posted years ago and it came up in a search for the yackity smackity line. What the heck does that line have to do with the Tasmanian Tiger? The cartoon was about Tasmanian Devils not the tigers.
I generally choose headlines based on … nothing. This was the first thing that popped into my head, based on the word “Tasmania”.
I too found this entry while searching the blah blah blah yackity smackity line. Good post. The Tasmanian Tiger is/was a rad animal.