I have a terrible confession to make. I watch reality shows.

There. I’ve said it. I’ve given away my deepest, darkest secret.

There are a number of things I could claim in my defence. I could say that it’s not a deliberate choice, but it just happens to be where the tuning on the television ends up. I could say that I don’t give it my undivided attention, and usually find another way to occupy my mind while the program is running. I could say that as I’m too cheap to stump up for pay TV, there isn’t a lot of choice.

Today, I’m going to take a little musical interlude.

I love music. After writing, I reckon it’s my second most favourite thing, and it’s always been an important part of my life.

In this post, I could talk about the beauty of music. I could talk about the wonders of a delightful melody. I could talk about the way it can sooth your soul, and make you feel that the whole world is right. But I’m not.

I’m usually a laid back sort of person. I don’t get too caught up in big issues. And if I do, I try to keep it out of this blog. I like to keep things light.

But every so often, something happens that really makes me upset. That not only makes me hot under the collar, but that actually makes we feel the need to express that outrage. So like it or not, today I’m going to get a bit heavier than normal.

Okay, I’m off on one of my nostalgia rants again today. And the topic of today’s rant is… animation.

I’ve always loved animation. I love the way what is basically nothing but a series of drawings can be brought to life.

These days, it seems like it’s all about computer-based animation. But back when I was a kid, it was all about the hand drawn cell animation, and there were two big studios that ruled the roost – Disney and Warner Brothers (sure there was also Hanna-Barbera but let’s face it they were never in the same league).

I have mixed feelings about personality testing. Sometimes I think it’s just a waste of time. I mean honestly, what does it actually tell you? Plus I hate the idea that people, with all their complexities, can be stuck into little boxes and told ‘this is who you are.’

But then there are times when I start to think it’s actually quite interesting. Sometimes, you actually get some insight, and think, ‘hey, maybe I really am like that.’ So still possibly a waste of time, but a quite interesting one.