"When the Coyote fell off, I knew he had to go exactly eighteen frames into the distance and then disappear for fourteen frames before he hit."
"It seemed to me that thirteen frames didn't work in terms of humor, and neither did fifteen frames. Fourteen frames got a laugh." ~ Chuck Jones: A Flurry of Drawing, Hugh Kenner, 1994
Like that guy pushing a boulder up a hill just to have it roll back down yelling, "A little help," and getting none, we have to keep plugging along. Eventually he'll catch that waskelly widdow κουνέλι. And so will you.
Have a fourteen frame kind of day.
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