We’ve all seen the posts and that one accurate comic about how Disney turns beautiful, hand-painted, masterpiece concept arts into 3D Animated shiny plastic dolls. And every time people complain, there’s always that first year animation student who comes out and is like, “Waaah! But animation is so hard! You can’t bring paintings to life!”
And it’s like…have you guys never even seen Fantasia?
Some intern in the late 1930s probably: You can’t just…bring paintings to life. That’s literally impossible.
Walt Disney: Hold my beer.
Of course, that was back when Walt Disney was willing to take out a mortgage on his own house to get money if it meant financing a groundbreaking and creative idea.
you ever willingly enter a social situation and then suddenly remember that you have soul-crushing social anxiety issues
on the bright side i have befriended their cat
update: the cat left but i did get some tequila
there’s no table here so i’m watching people play beer pong off of a discarded door balanced on top of a bunch of large tupperwares duct-taped together
update: befriended another cat
some dude just casually whipped out nunchucks out of nowhere?
update: cat 2 is very small and fluffy and has big round eyes and someone brought bubbles and she keeps very gently tapping the bubbles with her feet
update: we got a laser pointer and the cats are being Very Fierce Predators
there’s a guy here who kinda just dances anywhere he wants to go. he doesn’t walk, he just dances. haven’t said a word to him but i respect him
update: i have befriended the third and final cat. the shy cat who’s afraid of people. i am the cat champion
someone discussing the dancing man, who is currently dancing: “steve never stops! steve just keeps going.” i admire steve
someone (who seems very nice!) keeps referencing the Damn Daniel! meme. i had forgotten it entirely until now
someone opens a door and yells “someone throw money at steve!” steve is just outside the door, dancing fervently, shirtless. the biggest and fluffiest of the cats is hanging out with me and purring loudly
somebody walks into the small room where most of us are, holding a giant stack of one dollar bills. steve is dancing in the middle. “Help me make it rain on steve,” he asks. and i do. i help make it rain on steve
he sees himself. his reflection looks the same, but there is a knowing glint in his eye. he knows, arthur realises. he knows exactly the function of a rubber duck.
