The two gif material folders were titled "infinihole" and "doubleshark."

...nope, don't disagree with my past self at all.

I met Jeff the power outlet last night.

Yeah, you read that correctly.

Photographing huge awards ceremony at 9 PM.

Been runnin' around that day for ten hours straight.

I look down.

Jeff and L1sa immediately reinvigorate me.

If anyone reads this who works at WaDuke... first of all, hi, love you guys. Second, keep any further information to yourself, I choose to live in a state of Jeff obliviousness.

–Colin

It's like they knew gifs were gonna be a thing in–

*realizes he doesn't know when ghoul school aired relative to the .gif file format*

*checks*

WAIT GIFS PREDATE GHOUL SCHOOL BY A YEAR

*mind explodes in poorly-compressed 256-color explosion*

*literally ten minutes ago, sitting down to find stuff for the blog*

Me: “Hey, how long d'ya think it'll take before something crazy happens?"

Meghan: “..."

Me: “Like, starting from here with them doing aerobics."

Meghan: “...three minutes... and twenty-six seconds."

Me: “Alright."

*starts stopwatch*

Me: “..."

Meghan: “..."

Me: “...mmhmm..."

Meghan: “..."

Me: “...pause!"

Meghan: “Oh?"

Me: “Did... did the background not change between cuts? Like, not even a significant shift?"

Meghan: “..."

Me: “..."

Meghan: “...well... how long was that?"

Me: “...seventeen seconds."

Meghan: “I was close!"

It's been 2+ months at this point.

Sitting in my drafts folder.

Waiting.

I know it was something I said in surprise while watching Ghoul School for the blog.

…but dang it, I have zero clue what

"Pin-Eyed Shaggy and the Scooballet"

was supposed to help me remember.

Can't find a screenshot. Can't remember the instance. This will go down as one of history's greatest animal-ballet-based mysteries since that fez-wearing bear in a car.

–Colin

I can only apologize for being a fool for so very, very long.

For all these years, I joked about such classic moments. Thought they were funny.

And then we adopted a Great Dane.

Ha, what a hilarious tweening frame, look at Scooby's face w–

...ah. No.

They just do that.

As you can see in this extremely-technical simulated composite image...

…identical. A perfect match.

Clearly, the blog cannot go on with errors of this magnitude.

Goofy in-motion runs?

...

...nuh-uh. Got nothin' on a reality.

Technical errors?

Video at an incorrect aspect ratio?

Nope.

I've experienced 11 different levels of face smoosh, and this is only #3.

Wacky camera takes, classic cartoon hi-jinx, complete with–

No. Art imitates life.

...and leg imitates tail, just doin' whatever it wants.

So in light of our grievous misrepresentation of dog reality, SDM has no choice but to shut down.

...at least until the end of April Fool's day.

...which is in two hours and fourteen minutes. But still.

–Colin

"...oh no. Did you remember those watches Scooby and Scrappy were wearing?"

Carl the Animator: “Yup, got 'em in the next scene."

Ted the Animator: “Phew! Thanks. Great continuity."

Carl the Animator: “C'mon, why wouldn't I have remembered?"

Ted the Animator: “Well, only Shaggy ever really has one, and just occasionally…"

Ted the Animator: “...so when they do their little 'synchronizing watches' bit…"

Ted the Animator: “…I mean, it's not exactly a commonplace detail."

Carl the Animator: “You underestimate me, Ted. I was never one to forget a dog watch."

Ted the Animator: “Apparently so! At any rate, let's move on to–"

Carl the Animator: “..."

Ted the Animator: “..."

Carl the Animator: “...are you... looking at Shaggy's lack of a watch?"

Ted the Animator: “..."

Carl the Animator: “...or his sausage fingers, or th–"

Ted the Animator: “Everything."

Carl the Animator: “...that's fair too."

Ted the Animator: “There's nothing in this I'm not looking at. Nothing."

Here. Have some gifs of bopping vultures.

Now go forth and react to things, my brethren.

May your threads and text conversations be ever-improved.

Ahem.

NYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

"Time to hunt for material! Wonder how long it'll take to reach something worth posting?"

*presses play*

*literally 6 seconds later*

"...sauntering... butler octopus... passing by a vulture perch... about to serve tea and fudge."

"..."

"...yeah, can't really ask for more than that."

Question the orange toupee? Sure we can. Ask for more? Nuh-uh.

"Magic blue general arm lump?"

Carl the Animator: “…I know what all those words mean, but not in that order."

Ted the Animator: “Seriously, watch. General guy finds chair."

Carl the Animator: “Ok, that's one word down I now understand."

Ted the Animator: “Gets comfy."

Carl the Animator: “...not really another word, but he does have arms, so I'm counting it. Two."

Ted the Animator: “At last, upon weighing his options…"

Ted the Animator: “...he promptly grows a huge blue lump out of his arm."

Carl the Animator: “Ohhh! That."

Ted the Animator: “Yes."

Carl the Animator: “Now I get it."

Ted the Animator: “..."

Carl the Animator: “..."

Ted the Animator: “...well?! What the heck?!"

Carl the Animator: “I thought he could use a shadow."

Ted the Animator: “But it doesn't appear in any other– and it just suddenly– the shape and size is–"

Carl the Animator: “Shhhhhh, there, there. Everything's fine."

Ted the Animator: “...but... but... but..."

Carl the Animator: “Just give yourself over to the power of the magic blue general arm lump."

Gather 'round, fellow patrons of the arts, for the latest acquisitions of this museum's Scooby-Doo Background Paintings wing.

Long-Headed Behatted Man on Gray: imposing, formidable, abundant in nose

Disinterested Mustachioed Man: equally gifted in the ways of nose, not to mention '70s collars

Just A Blank Frame They Hung Up: I'd think it was a mirror, but a vampire lives in the house and that would be rude

Floating Goat Head On Gradient: a decisive piece of social commentary, though I don't know of what

Wait What Oh No I'm Sorry Who Is That: seriously is he making a duckface too I'm very scared

So, I opened a box this evening, and am now full of regret.

Was photographing an event in a swanky old building.

It's near the end of the night, hallway is empty.

And there's this box.

Illuminated mysteriously, only by the old lamp sat next to it.

It's one of the random fancy items on display, but the latch sure looks loose– nope, touched it, it's totally loose.

And nothing says it's off-limits.

And nobody's watching.

And I crack the lid gently, cautiously, fearfully.

And I peer inside.

And it holds a replacement lightbulb for the lamp, plus some broken plastic doodad from the '80s.

So.

Where does regret come into this?

I completely forgot to take a picture, I was trying so hard not to laugh.

Sorry. You'll just have to take my word for it. I've opened Pandora's box, and it's actually pretty lame.

–Colin

"…crap. Gonna have to redo this."

Carl the Animator: “What's wrong?"

Ted the Animator: “Just realized I forgot the door and doorbell-face in the wide shot. I'll–"

Carl the Animator: “Wayyy ahead of you. Took care of it."

Ted the Animator: “...eh?"

Carl the Animator: “You can relax, I noticed earlier and fixed it in the closeup."

Ted the Animator: “How?!"

Carl the Animator: “Made him look disappointed at the continuity."

Ted the Animator: “..."

Carl the Animator: “It's lampshading."

Ted the Animator: “That is not what lampshading–"

Carl the Animator: “And then he keeps staring with disdain at the button for not blending in with the background at all."

Ted the Animator: “..."

Carl the Animator: “You're welcome."

Ted the Animator: “…I'd say it's the thought that counts, but I'm not sure thought ever entered the picture."

I leave the house. Puppy is happily sleeping in her cozy bed.

Shortly after, I return.

"…stuff's laid out kinda weird... I guess when Meghan took you outside, you–"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...wait, what."

"You! Yes, you! Miss Tiramisu! What even is this stuff?!"

"...and more importantly, how did you acquire it in under half an hour unobserved?!"

After sufficient forensic examination, we eventually determined she managed to pull a roll of parchment paper through the top of her kennel.

...how a full roll of parchment paper got under her food container? The world may never know.

–Colin

*watches scene*

"…but what if… like, cutting right before... and then as a palindrome…"

*tools around with gif settings*

"…excellent."

Haven't found a setting in the software to change their salute to Rimmer's, but this is a start.