Spaceballs: My Favourite Parody

You know that I'm a huge fan of Star Wars, but also of any kind of parodies. Here, with Mel Brooks' Spaceballs, I couldn't be happier, because we get a really interesting mix of references and humour, which are the ingredients of a typical Mel Brooks movie, cf. Robin Wood or Dracula or Frankenstein…

As the first 6 minutes of the film are embedded below, I don't have to talk about the plot. If you like these extracts and would like to watch some more, the whole film is on YouTube, because a user, IWasSirChuckers, break the rules of copyright so that we can enjoy this remarkable movie ever and ever again. I'm going to quote him, because that's a sentence for which I would like to shake hands with him: "I have a theory as to why G.W. Bush became President: Shit Floats." Brillant. You couldn't say more.



If you can read this, you don't need glasses.!!! --> I'm always saying this sentence whenever I can, for instance as the tiny clauses appear at the end of advertissements.



"Everybody got that?" It's extremely rare to have a character adressing the audience. Of course, it's a parody…

The never-ending spaceship is a reference to the opening scene of Star Wars – Episode IV: A New Hope, when the Star Destroyer passes above the screen with tremendous sonor and special effects. Here, the spaceship is really, really longer than in the film. (And just imagine what kind of energy would be necessary to make it move, not to mention the ludicrous speed.)

"We brake for nobody" was translated in French as "Sans freins ni loi" in the non-DVD version.

I fond of Dark Helmet's outfit, with a nice tie (which looks like a man's privates…), a pair of shorts, the huge helmet and of course a little man (Rick Moranis) wearing it (and a pair of glasses…). Brillant, as I said.

You can also read this interesting article from Wikipedia, in which many things I didn't know about the film (e.g. Colonel Sandurz' name is a reference to Colonel Sanders, founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken !).

And one last before you go:

Koninginnedag is een echte oranje feestdag

Het is al tijd om een ander nieuwsbericht op te schrijven. Vandaag heb ik een bericht over de Koninginnedag, de nationale feestdag van Nederland, gekozen.

Van alle dagen van het jaar is Koninginnedag de meest oranje dag. Nederlanders gaan deze dag vaak in het oranje gekleed. Ze voelen zichzelf oranje. ?Samenvoeligheid? en traditie staan centraal. Dat blijkt woensdag uit de jaarlijkse monitor naar de beleving van de Koniginnedag door Nederlanders. De populairste traditie is de vrije markt, op de voet (?) gevolgd door het uithangen van de Nederlandse vlag. Wat een deel van de bevolking op de Koniginnedag ook niet kan nalaten is het eten van de overheelijke oranje tompoessen. Mensen die in de stad wonen gaan sneller op plaats dan mensen op het platteland. In het Oost en Zuiden van het land blijft men vaak gewoon thuis. Het blijkt voor veel Nederlanders gewoon een vrije dag.

Dankzij het woord op het internet op te zoeken heb ik begrepen wat tompoessen waren: een soort lekkernij, die in het Frans mille-feuille heet.

Never Use Your Mobile Phone… During A Meeting

Never got annoyed by those irritating people who are using their mobile phones while walking on the streets (very common) or in a bus (less common, but really annoying because you can't help hearing from something useless that people "absolutely have to tell"). That was a first class of public means of "disruption".

A second class gathers all the people who don't turn off their mobile phones when they should, for instance at the cinema, at the restaurant, at school — let me say that I always hear at least 1 text-message "beep-beep" at every lecture — or even at a council. A genius found the perfect way of putting into words what I felt about mobile phones used in places where they shouldn't.



I love it! It's well done; nice effects.

Note: in the far, far away galaxy of Star Wars, where technology seems to be unlimited, they never use mobile phones — just little comlinks, but with only one or two knobs… Of course, they have this hologram system (Holonet), but that's another story. (Because I could say that given the space distance, they should be waiting for ages – literally – before they get an answer from the other side of the galaxy…)

Don't be a galactic nuisance!!!

De/La Brabançonne

The Brabançonne is Belgium's national anthem. It seems that hardly anyone knows the lyrics…

Today, we were talking about Het Willelmus, the national anthem of the Netherlands. Our Dutch Literature professor, Mrs. Leijnse, told us that every single Dutchman knew the 1st and 6th couplets of the anthem - those that are sung for football events, etc. Then, Mrs Leijnse asked who, among us all (that is to say about 40 students), could sing Belgium's national anthem. I was astonished to find out that I was the only one who could sing it!!! Unbelievable. Of course, I was forced to sing it — and I did at ludicrous speed, which made everybody laugh…

Given that nobody knows the lyrics, I'm going to put it on this blog, so that the entire world has access to it. (I know the Wikipedia entry exists, too.) I know the French version, but by the end of next week, I will be able to sing it in Dutch! (Let me more time for the German version…)

Dutch version:
O dierbaar België
O heilig land der Vaad'ren
Onze ziel en ons hart zijn u gewijd.
Aanvaard ons hart en het bloed van onze ad'ren,
Wees ons doel in arbeid en in strijd.
Bloei, o land, in eendracht niet te breken;
Wees immer u zelf en ongeknecht,
Het woord getrouw, dat g' onbevreesd moogt spreken:
Voor Vorst, voor Vrijheid en voor Recht.
Het woord getrouw, dat g' onbevreesd moogt spreken:
Voor Vorst, voor Vrijheid en voor Recht.
Voor Vorst, voor Vrijheid en voor Recht.
Voor Vorst, voor Vrijheid en voor Recht.

French version:
O Belgique, ô mère chérie,
A toi nos coeurs, à toi nos bras,
A toi notre sang, ô Patrie !
Nous le jurons tous, tu vivras !
Tu vivras toujours grande et belle
Et ton invincible unité
Aura pour devise immortelle :
le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
Aura pour devise immortelle :
le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !

German version:
O liebes Land, o Belgiens Erde
dir unser Herz, dir unsere Hand
dir unser Blut, dem Heimatherde
wir schwören's dir, o Vaterland
So blühe froh in voller Schöne
zu der die Freiheit dich erzog
und fortan singen deine Söhne:
Gesetz und König und die Freiheit hoch!

You too, you can sing it, because here's the music to help you!

And to finish with, in alphabetical order:

Es lebe Belgien!
Leve België!
Vive la Belgique !

The Miam Monster Miam Blog

Miam Monster Miam is a Belgian singer who lives in Seraing (we don't pronounce the -e, so that it is /sr/), in the derelict suburbs of Liège. He's a singer (he sings in English) and sometimes reads articles for a radio programme on La Première, namely La Semaine infernale. Whenever he was present, he read his article depicting his life in Seraing…



Here's the transcription:
[…]un peu crasse qui pue entre les doigts de pied quand on enlève ses chaussettes qui me fascine dans les faits-divers.

Je commence la lecture d’une news, et je manque de strôler en avalant de travers mon spéculoos. Je vous lis : “Les pompiers sont intervenus au fond de Seraing dans la nuit de mardi vers 4h du matin : plusieurs cocktails Molotov ont été lancés sur la porte du café Century. Les dégâts sont minimes”. Quoi ? Des cocktails Molotov lancés en pleine nuit sur le Century, et on ne m’avait rien dit ? Des cocktails Molotovs au Century, le mythique café d’en face de chez moi avant que je ne déménage ? Vous vous rendez compte ? Le Century attaqué par un gang d’Albanais de Los Angeles Seraing armés de cocktails Molotov ? Le film parfait d’action de série B à la Frères Dardenne défilait alors dans ma tête…

Ah, le Century, le seul café de Belgique qui ose écrire en grand sur la porte : “Nouvelle direction, on ne vend plus de drogue”. Ça, je l’aurais bien dit, qu’à Seraing, quand on ne vend plus de drogue, on ne peut que s’attirer des ennuis, hein. Je me souviens encore le patron qui me disait : “Nous au moins, on est francs, ça c’est de la franchise…”.

D’abord, je me dis que j’ai bien fait de déménager : j’aurais pu brûler ou mourir, hein — en habitant juste à côté à l’époque. Puis je me dis que c’est la première fois que je passe à côté de quelque chose de fou, qu’il se passe quelque chose, que je passe à côté d’un spectacle excitant quoi, je me sens un peu exclu.

J’en ai vu pourtant, des trucs comiques, en regardant par ma fenêtre, là-bas. C’est vrai que l’œil est attiré par le spectacle, c’est humain. Par exemple, j’ai vu de nombreux tournois de bras de fer du dimanche qui dégénèrent en bagarres générales, avec des barres de fer prises dans les camions de Raymond le ferrailleur. J’ai vu les soirées pyjama du Century qui se terminaient en orgies hardcore bas de gamme au lavoir d’en face… Puis bon, j’ai vu des choses nettement moins drôles, aussi, hein : explosions de gaz mortelles, des chats qui se mangent les uns entre les autres… Euh, je veux dire, j’ai vu…

Raoul Reyers : Le loyer était cher ?

Miam : J’ai vu par exemple des gosses de trois ans au café à quatre heures et demi du matin avec des parents morts bourrés couchés dans leur vomi ; des deals sur la place ; enfin, des hommes politiques locaux bourrés au péket qui viennent faire leur traditionnel discours sur notre belle ville — pour ‘Seraing explose’ — devant trois poireaux encore plus soûls qu’eux et qui crient “C’est ça ! T’as raison ! Tu pues !… T’as raison, ouais, c’est ça !” Oui, c’est vrai, on appelle ça — c’est la fête des commerçants, ‘Seraing explose’, à Seraing, c’est con. Sauf qu’il y a plus de commerces, dans le fond de Seraing ! Et c’est vrai aussi qu’il y a eu deux énormes explosions dans les usines en deux ans, donc c’est bien, ce nom, ‘Seraing explose’, je trouve.

Enfin… tant qu’on a Guy Mathot… Ah oui, quoi, merde, il est plus là, lui ! Enfin… tant qu’il nous reste la limaille de fer et cette poussière qui vient des usines, et qu’il est si bon de respirer, Seraing reste Seraing ! Quoi, il y a plus ça non plus ? On ne m’aurait rien dit ou quoi ? On ferme le haut-fourneau ?

Alors il ne nous reste plus qu’à chanter comme des poireaux, et comme Francis Cabrel : “Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux ?”.

Greece: Day 2

On our first day in Greece, we got to visit the well-known Parthenon and the Acropolis. A huge heap of rocks and old stuff being rebuilded quite slowly. While climbing, we saw this old Greek (!) theatre which got renovated a couple of years ago, so that old plays could be played as it was meant to back in that time. The sound quality is exceptional, as they say.

We continued our way up to the top of the Acropolis, and we finally passed though remains of an impressive gate to enter a open-air (obviously) place at the feet of the Temple, which you can see below (I think that, one year later, it didn't change much), as well as the beautiful carven Caryatids by Phidias (if I remember it well).

Hidden Message?

While surfing on YouTube, I came across a series of comments about a video that were exactly the same, consisting of this set of signs:

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Curious, isn't ? Of course, like the other people that had already sent a comment, I copied that friendly finger and posted it… It's stupid, I know. The guy who made up this image is a genius. And the guy who made the video is a nerd. Hence such a comment.

I also found this:
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Charming.

A Little Bit of My Life

Given that this is a blog, I'm supposed to share private moments with you, who in a sense are a new kind of voyeurs…

Well, as I don't do anything which is spicy or, you know, well, typical for teenagers (yes, I work a lot for university, apart from writing this lovely blog to help me practise my writing skills), I'm gonna give you a comment about two facts that "rocked my world" not so far away in time.

When you see this picture, you wonder if I didn't turn mad. Not yet. Because this is a wooden leg, or a prosthesis, I should say. My flatmates found it as they were walking back to the Carmel (this is the name of the residence belonging to the University of Namur where there are students' rooms; precisely where I live most of the time now); they found it in a rubbish tin ! Why would the owner have thrown it away? My mum's hypothesis is that the owner passed away and that his family decided not to bury the prosthesis with the corpse… The most wicked element in the whole story is that my friends took it back! Hence the photo and this message.

During the Easter break, in which I was supposed to work instead of sleeping, my parents, my brother and I went to the seaside — that means 2,5 hours of car, then finding a parking lot, then walking 2 km towards the center of the city, then eating chicken at the Koekoek, then walking on the zeedijk, then getting back to the car, then going to Westende, then leaving the car somewhere, then walking on the zeedijk. As we were walking, I suddenly spotted this excavator and I fiercely decided to get into it. What the hell…??, said my mum. The reason why I did it is quite simple: the excavator's door was open, and I really thought we were on Sunday, while we were on a Tuesday… Fortunately, no angry worker came to shout at me that it was forbidden, etc. (If it had happened, I would have pretended that I was 6 of mental age.) Fortunately too, my brother took pictures of it…

Who Said That Penguins Were Friendly?

Our born-in-Belgium celebrity Jean-Claude Van Damme is good at starring in stupid movies. Here's an extract in which you can see one of the stupidest fights in the movie history…



Sound effects are terrible… Sooo childish.

Boris Yeltsine Passed Away

Today, I heard at 6 pm, when I got back to my student's room, that former Russian President Boris Yeltsin had died from a(nother) heart attack. Tonight, as I was watching several videos in Dutch, I decided to translate a report on his death, which says:

"De voormalige Russische president Boris Jeltsin is maandag overleden. Dat maakt de persbureau Interfacts bekend. Jeltsin werd alom geprezen als de man die Rusland de weg naar de democratie heeft gewezen toen de Soviëte Unie begin jaren 90 instootte, en de Koude Oorlog tussen de VS en de Soviëte Unie tot een einde kwam. In de loop van de jaren 90 leeg Jeltsin te kampen met een lichaam die niet mee wilde, en leeg hij zijn heil (?) steeds meer te zoeken in de fles. Hij kreeg verscheidene hartaanvallen, maar bleef aan tot de laatste dag van het vorige millenium. Jeltsin is 76 jaar geworden."

Note that the Dutch version of Yeltsine is Jeltsin, and in French, we write Yelstine.

Harry Potter V: Order of the Phoenix — Official Long Version Trailer

Finally, we can get rid of the short trailer and watch this brand-new one till the film release on 7th July (07/07/07).



Yes, for once, the video doesn't come from YouTube.

Prerelease and Election

Today was not such a good day for me. It isn't dreadful at all, but not really nice.

Today, I took part in a card tournament, involving this game called Magic—The Gathering, due to the release of a new edition at the beginning of May. (That is to say that it was a prerelease tournament, as we call it.) This time, the prerelease introduced Future Sight, a curious set, I have to admit, full with old capacities and such things that I won't tell you about, because you won't understand anything. Unless you're a born Magic duellist.

Well, we all had to build a new 40-cards deck (i.e. pack of cards) with means of 75 new cards. The point is that my pack of cards was not really good, so that I ended up with a rotten deck. After two rounds (i.e. a best-out-of-three match), I changed my deck completely, but I lost three other rounds.

At the end of the tournament, I had zero point. Absolutely nothing. Usually, I get at least 3 points (from a concession or else), but not here. It was sad for me. But I got used to it. It was my 16th prerelease, and I'm not a good player at all. I attend these prereleases because I like that kind of small tournament, and it gives me the opportunity to play at least once every three months. And to get a foil promotional card, which you can see on the top.

The other thing that disappointed me a little bit is that Sarkozy and Royal are still in the race for being elected president of France. I was hoping that Bayrou would make it to the second round, because he seemed to be the only one with somewhat of a programme — unlike Sarkozy's fascistic views and Royal's shalowness. Polls were saying that if Bayrou was opposed to Sarkozy on the second round, Bayrou would win. And now, as I prefer that consensual woman to that angry, pro-war, anti-immigration little jerk, I'd vote for Royal.

The fact is that I'm not French. And that's a good thing. I wouldn't like to be French. Definitely not. France is a beautiful country, but they are too different; they quarrel and argue on everything, due to their lack of ignorance as far as the compromis à la belge is concerned. It's curious that we pay so much attention to these elections, while we hardly ever talk about Dutch elections, and never about that charming little country of Luxembourg…

Seinfeld: The Contest

Last week, I showed you a fragment from The Muppet Show, in which we could see what Seinfeld and his friends were talking about when they were young. I told you there was a reference to the episode The Contest, so I looked it up on YouTube and found the mythic scene, where you can understand the whole story. If you look a bit further on the website, I think you can watch the whole episode in several bits. Enjoy.



Oh, and as long as we're with Seinfeld, here is the fragment which is an Easter Egg (i.d. a reference) to JFK, with Kevin Costner. It's basically a spoof, and what's extraordinary about it is that the guy who plays Newman (Wayne Knight) was also playing in JFK, as an assissant to Garrison, the attorney.



That's it.

First-Class Pillock

This is beyond imagination…



What a pillock! What a moron! How stupid is this guy? He sucks! He deserves to be hanged immediately!

The public is stupid, too: 56% of the public thought it was actually the Moon which revolves around the Earth! And we're surprised that the world is going to its end… With show like Qui veut gagner des millions ?, we realize how tough it is to be intelligent.

PS. It was my 100th blog post already!!!

François Duval Is Talking To Us

When "sportive" car drivers can't control their car, everything goes pear-shaped. That's precisely what happened to our "champion" François Duval who, for no reasons, tries to explain what happened.

Click here to watch it. (I found this link on our English unit's blog, Germ@Namur, more precisely here. Note also that I've finally discovered the proper way to make links… After 99 blog posts…)

But why is he doing it in English? But why is he doing it in English? It's totally useless: not a single English-speaking person would be able to understand him. It would have been better that he speaks in French, and then to be subtitled in English…

But wait, who says that car champions like him are intelligent…?

The Ultimate Question in the Universe

People usually consider the greatest question of the universe to be related to the meaning of life or something boring like that. I disagree with that belief. I found on YouTube a video by this guy, whom I henceforth shall consider as one of the best philosophers in the world. Check this out, and give me your opinion about that question, and of course your own answer.

In what order should the Star Wars films be watched?



As to me, I'd say that I'd prefer my children to watch Episodes IV, V and VI, and ten years later show them Episodes I, II and III. Just like I did. But of course, at the time, the new trilogy didn't exist. My biggest argument is that of the reveal of Darth Vader's identity. Do you agree?

The DeLorean: "Live the Dream"

I told you last Wednesday that I was going to go to Brussels in order to meet Christopher Lloyd at the BIFFF. I did. I met one of my favourite actors. But I haven't uploaded the pictures yet, so that I can write a post about it. Meanwhile, I will briefly give a preview of what you're going to read in one week's time or so.

I went to Brussels with my parents on Thursday 12 April. We went eating crisps at the Atomium's fritkot, and then we went to Tour & Taxi, where the event took place. It was 6 o'clock, and Mr. Lloyd was to arrive at 8 pm. Round 7.30, a DeLorean arrived!!! My favourite car!!! The one that, precisely, we see in the Back to the Future trilogy!!!

That was the preview.

Now a little bit more about DeLoreans, or, more precisely, the DeLorean DMC-12. Here's a fine video that explains the main lines of the phenomenon.



I'd like to have one of them. Ok, I first have to have the money. So, I have to get a good job. That's why I'm working hard. Unfortunately, they're scarce in Europe, and their importation is nearly impossible, due to bureaucratic fuss — don't worry, I'll tell you about it.

There are only 21 DeLoreans in Belgium. Here's another, broadcast on VRT (Flemish television) in the summer of 2006. It's a shame I discovered it two days ago…



As an exercise, I decided to transcribe it… The fact is that they talk a bit too fast, but I could pause and transcribe what they were saying. But when who have a speaker who hesitates and overuses "online planning" device in order to "fill in the air" just the time he's thinking about what he's gonna say, then you're in trouble if Flemish is not your mother tongue… That guy named Andy is hardly understandable. Hence the "???" for the words that I don't understand or that I can't even deduce from context. Please help me, if you do understand it!!! Or if you find mistakes, I'd be glad to correct them.

Terug naar de toekomst

Andy:"Ik moest erkennen … tijdreizen … eigenlijk wat dacht er rooslicht is erg, denk ik heel zo belangrijk, denk ik, ik vind het meer belangrijkere van…van euh… vooruit te kunnen gaan en stilstaan en …??, ja."

Zondag is Poperinge the place to be voor de trotse eigenaars van een oldtimer. Frederik, Andy en Benny hebben er een van een heel speciale soort: een DeLorean van 1981 wa namelijk de ster in de film Back to the Future.

Frederik: "Het was allemaal begonnen toen ik was klein manneke toen ik voor de eerste keer Back to the Future zag. Het was al spectaculair op zich. Ik dacht dat de auto eigenlijk speciaal voor de film was gebouwd voor de film zelf. Maar dat bleek niet het geval te zijn."

Andy: "DeLorean heb ik leren kennen toen ik een videobank kreeg van een vriend waarop een film stond; ik heb naar die film gekeken, en die film had blijven doorlopen. En op het ??? daarop … stond een andere film achter eigenlijk, en toen heb ik die voor de eerste keer de DeLorean gezien."

Frederik: "Er is die beroemde scène waar die… waar een vrachtwagen stond op een parking, de Twin Pine Mall, en die deur gaat open, en die DeLorean is voor de eerste keer uitgereden. Het eerste wat ik dacht: "Als ik later groot ben, ?? ook zo één."

Andy:"Als ??? toekom, ik parkeer de wagen, en zwaai die deuren open. Het eerste wat de mensen meestal vragen is zo van een typische vraag: "Kan je ook tijdreizen?", of "Kan je ook vliegen?". Dat zijn meestal… dat was eigenlijk op die tijd een optie op deze wagen, dus…"

"— Die film Back to the Future nooit gezien?"
— O, ja, ja, ja!
— Dat is 'm. Dat is 'm.
— Ja, Bake to die Fjutch, ja…
— Vleugeldeuren…
— Ja.
— … Inox.
— Ja."

Frederik:"Het is 'n heel plezant gevoel met die auto te rijden: het is een betaalbaar wagen, hij valt sowieso alop."

Andy:"Ik denk dat het… een soort van, een soort van ziekte is die wagen, da's toch een gezonde ziekte van maar zijn."

Benny:"Die eigenaars van DeLoreans, die zijn wel op zij mi … gelijk zielen te zoemen, omdat we praten toch altijd over hetzelfde…"

Frederik:"Het is een deel van de autocultuur, zowel als de Amerikaans als de Europese markt, en daarenbovende dankzij de films van Back to the Future is het op een film gekomen."

Frederik:"Als ik zo kunnen terugkeren naar de tijd, zal ik proberen terug te gaan naar de jaren waar de DeLorean gebouwd werd en al de brochures en al de informatie die toen op de markt was, bij mij houden, want die halen fortuinen op internet."

Benny:"Als je naar de toekomst wil gaan, in tijd… in tijd reizen, da moet je met 'n DeLorean, dat kan nie me 'n andere wagen…"

Keikoptreffen: nu zondag in Poperinge.

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I also like monster trucks (it's sooo stupid). Look, a DeLorean-Monster Truck does exist!!



I think the owner's got a combover…

That's all, folks.

If You Can Build A Star Destroyer So Quicky, You Are My Hero

I haven't told you yet that I've a passion (OK, the word is maybe a little it too strong, but still) for LEGO. And if you combine LEGO with Star Wars, I couldn't be more happy! This is the biggest LEGO-set ever made, with as much as 3,100 pieces. It costs about 350$… If you don't know what to give me as a birthday present, then it's a suggestion. At least, I would be busy with it during a whole day, so that I don't write about who-the-hell-cares-about-it matters on this blog…



And think about the person who made the plans of it: this must be a genius. Or perhaps a mad guy. Like me. But I'm not much of a LEGO creator as far as vehicules are concerned. I'm "specialized" in building towers with elevators, etc.

The Baby Muppets + Seinfeld = The Seinfeld Babies

Again, I found something really silly on YouTube. I saw this Muppet Show scene when I was nine or so… At the time, I only knew Seinfeld from my parents, who were watching it every Saturday. Years passed by and I watched the nine series of Seinfeld as they broadcast them three years ago. And now, thanks to YouTube and the saint who posted this video, we can watch it as many times as we want!!



They're soo cute!

—The one who can go the longest without a diaper change wins the contest!
— I'm out!"
--> It refers to the 3rd-series episode The Contest in which Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer are entering a contest in which they have not to… satisfy themselves… alone… Know what I mean. They didn't say the word in the episode, but this implicitness was so explicit that it was one of the funniest episodes ever — along with the Soup Nazi. In the real Seinfeld show, Kramer was the first to lose, shouting "I'm out!"

Enlarge Your Knowledge Thanks to the Animaniacs!!!

When I was younger — and even if I watched several episodes two years ago — I watched this program, which was a kind of sequel to the beloved Tiny Toons. (More about them in a later post.) The Animaniacs were a frame for other cartoon sequences, but I absolutely don't know their original names (I have to look it up). There's the beginning tune:



In one episode, they decided to teach the viewers the world's geography — which is, to most Americans (and also to all fools in the world) something they've never heard about — in a didactic way. Check it out! And fasten your seatbells!



I wish we had Geography teachers like Yakko!!

Oh, and I see that they also did something about US Presidents…



"… and Gerald Ford fell down a lot"!!!