The thing, I think, that attracts me to writing the character of Mr. Zorilla is that he is universally mockable… and yet is almost entirely made up of my animalistic childlike base instincts which I still work to shake. Like always wanting cake.
The thing, I think, that attracts me to writing the character of Mr. Zorilla is that he is universally mockable… and yet is almost entirely made up of my animalistic childlike base instincts which I still work to shake. Like always wanting cake.
Cake is important.
Also, Emily ate her family, or maybe it was the nextcave neighbors, but still, don’t rely on her advice. So don’t eat your father. Or your neighbors.
And now for the larch…no, the man who wants cake in the most unseemly and illogical places. He embarrasses everyone when he does.
Mr. Zorilla — the man who exists to give Nogg an opportunity to facepalm.
The cake is a lie.
Cake is important. My maternal grandma’s Texas fudge cake could end a thirty-year war and my paternal grandma’s hummingbird cake could get Trump and Pelosi to kiss and make up.
Mr Zorilla’s not so bad. He lives his life with enmity for none. His DNA gave us the hero Mauricio and he fathered and parented Mauricio’s sister, Martina, a great person and also a hero and beloved by so many. So he must have something on the ball, after all. We too often praise the hero and forget their roots. Abe Lincoln’s father, Mother Theresa’s parents, George Washington’s father. Who were the parents of Joan of Arc? Audie Murphy? Gandhi? Dag Hammarskjöld? Sojourner Truth? The families of Dekanawida, Jigonhsasee and Hiawatha (who all had quite an influence on the Constitution of the United States)?
Cake and family are very important.
The parents are Mr. and Mrs. of Arc, Mr. and Mrs. Murphy, Mr, and Mrs. Hammerskjold, and Mr. Truth and Mrs. False. Duh,
Well, Hiawatha’s mother was Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, and his father was apparently the West Wind.
Share those diplomacy-inducing cake recipes!
Will post tomorrow, Nomi.
“His DNA gave us the hero Mauricio and he fathered and parented Mauricio’s sister, Martina, a great person and also a hero and beloved by so many. So he must have something on the ball, after all.”
Wouldn’t it have been *in* the ball(s)? (Given how human reproductive anatomy is structured…)
“They always pursued what was important. And what was important was… grouse? and mice I guess.”
Roadrunners. And ACME catalogs.
Not to put too fine a point on it, I’m pretty sure a coyote’s first thought on this ship would be “where the hell’s the food?”
What about preservation of the pack?! Or saving lost girls, to raise as your own pup?! (AND grouse and mice, true)
Mentioning always wanting cake reminds me a lot of Chuck Jones talking about the creation of Daffy Duck. An excerpt is here:
http://blog.chuckjones.com/chuck_redux/2012/04/daffy-duck-75-not-possible-why-he-doesnt-look-a-day-over.html
He goes on to to talk about how this makes him an endearing character, one where we can both laugh at his foolish greed and yet in some way respect his courage to own what the rest of us keep hidden. If Daffy ever won, this selfishness would make him awful, but he’s a loser, so it becomes perversely sympathetic.
I think Mr. Zorilla is a good character made in this same way. Who knows, maybe there is something noble buried deep in him like we see in his children. But first, he needs more cake. After all, it’s a big universe, with a lot more cake to finish before you worry about the rest of it.
Wow, that’s wonderful. 🙂
Given the limited brainpower of coyotes, I’m amazed Emily turned out so clever.
They may not have been clever, but they had a library card. 😉
Yeah, but did they ever, I mean EVER, pay their overdue fines?
It’s ridiculously difficult to see Mr. Zorilla as Sancho Panza next to Nogg’s Don Quixote, but now that I have, I can’t shake the analogy. No. Not at all.
For reference, Chris, how often have you gotten upset that someone was forced to ride a dung ship to a planet full of aliens that were expected to eat them alive, equating it with laziness and cowardice?
Me? never. I like to laugh.