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.
The year is 2020 and over 15 years after you published this randome blog post, I too found this entry while trying to find the blah blah blah yackity smackity line from Taz Mania.
It’s 2023, and I, too, found this by googling that phrase.
I’m honored to keep alive the mental repeatings of an American 90’s childhood.