This was more entertaining (and smarter) than the average Hanna Barberra offering, but how could you do a tribute to them without including The Flintstones? Maybe you figured Jennifer Brock already had them covered with her cute drabble ( http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/9465/drabble-theatre-f... ), but I'd've loved to see your TG take on the modern stone age let's-redo-the-Honeymooners-but-replacing-all-the-funny-parts-with-an-endless-succession-of-lame-"rock"-jokes-

Oops. Okay I'll admit it. I'm a big cartoon snob. Never cared for 90% of what HB did. The humor was so damned middlebrow, their "satiric" pop culture referrences so trite, devoid of any of the Warner Brother's caustic wit or the delicious absurdism of Jay Ward Studios. Or maybe it's just me, the era I grew up in. As a young wannabe hippie radical I grokked pretty quick that the whole subtext of the Flintstones and the Jetsons was a celebration of middle class suburbia, comforting the squares with the notion that from 1,000,000 BC to the domed hydraulic Wonderland of Tomorrow, everything, everywhere was just like them (GAAAAHHHHH!!!!). So the consumerist propaganda organ known as Hanna Barbera were the enemy. The ESTABLISHMENT (although I did appreciate Yogi Bear as an anarchist folk hero, "ripping off the bourgeousie" and "sticking it to the Man", Ranger Smith...).

Since then I've chilled a bit, seeing their stuff through a haze of nostalgia, as harmless fluff. If I should live so long I might mellow out about The Family Guy too. I actually got a phone call from Peter Griffin once, but that's another story. Thanks for the Saturday Morning cartoons, Drea dear...
~~~hugs, Veronica