The speed of modern electronic communication somehow makes the silence of Sphinxes and the e-grunts of Monosyllabs harder to bear.  You may get a dozen emails from somebody you’re waiting to hear back from with no reference at all to the question you may have sent them.   Clearly, Sphinxes and Monosyllabs must be suffered gladly, but, damn…

As I get down off my soundproofed soapbox, I offer this little bit of amusement for the childish side of y’all:

animation workshop, second season

Dig it.