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Cartoon Industry Undergoes Dramatic Changes

Sunday, November 8th, 2009

I recently interviewed D. Chip Monke, Children’s Cartoon Industry analyst with Gartner.  Monke’s research confirms what many have suspected for some time now – dramatic changes are taking place and more is to come. Given the current state of the global economy this is not unexpected.  The cartoon industry is not exempt. Indeed, nor are [...]

Minding kids drains your battery

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

One of these was acquired recently. It’s the best purchase ever for this lad. No more lifting, hauling or dragging – just wheel him in, clip on the belts and off you go. Not only that but it’s a dream to drive. It has huge mirrors and the windows are extra large so the visibility [...]

Patience

Monday, April 27th, 2009

Saturday evening. Watching children’s TV with my little buddies. Peppa Pig ends and the ads begin with a what’s-on-next-snippet of Bob the Builder. Oisín (1½) gets very excited: Bob! Bob! But the snippet ends abruptly and the real ads come on. Now he’s annoyed: Bob! Bob! WANT BOB! BOB! Seán (4) makes a stern face: [...]

Chicken-fish, yellow juice and a 4-year-old fugitive

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

Lunch is always eventful with Seán. Less so with Oisín. Oisín will eat anything put in front of him and much of what isn’t. Small animals scurry away from him. Seán on the other hand has to be coaxed to the table just for a minute, coaxed to just taste the food, coaxed to eat [...]

Judging for the Awards

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

The local primary school have been teaching the senior kids how to make websites. It’s good to see the ICT in Schools programme being put to some practical use. The wee village may even produce some more techies because of it. Maybe a blogger or ten. As  a past pupil and the local web-head I’ve [...]

The pre-party – part 3

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

This has been languishing in drafts for a long time. I was going to leave it there until it jumped up and clocked me on the shins like the footrests of a blackbelt’s wheelchair.  Bear with me – after this, there’s only one more. I don’t know when I’ll be able to face into writing [...]

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