Admitting I have a problem is the first step. One painful day at a time, I will see to it that there are no more "posts" about HONG KONG PHOOEY, THE HAIR BEAR BUNCH, THE BANANA SPLITS or any other Hanna-Barbera abomination on this "blog." Not even THE FUNKY PHANTOM (right). With the help of my caring family, I can do this thing. Max Fleischer and E.C. Segar, yes. Samuel Beckett (left) and Madame Bovary, yes. Jelly donuts, Jerry Lewis, and Hee Haw, yes. Hanna-Barbera, no. There are standards in this world, by God, and I mean to get me some.
