Twas a dark and stormy night.

I drove for what seemed like hours.

I was mostly alone on those dimly lit streets.

My destination?

The police station.

Why?

I had a story to tell.

A confession to make.

I knew I had to tell this story.

I couldn’t hide my guilt any longer.

The world needed to know what I saw

I needed to get it off my chest so I could rest easier.

But could I? 

Could I truly rest, even once I’d revealed my secret?

Do I deserve to ease the burden on my conscience?

Or should I be made to drift through life…

….forever feeling the guilt…

…always seeking redemption for keeping quiet when I should have spoken up?

“Yes, you must tell” I told myself.

I steeled myself for what was to come.

The questions.  The harsh light of justice.

The world needed to know and people wanted answers.

I’m the only one who can give it to them.

You see, I know.

I know what you did last summer.

It was doom.

Doom.

DOOM

No, not Dr. Doom.

Not Doomsday.

It was…

Aaaaah! I’ve been hit! 

A car just appeared out of nowhere and hit me.

They’re coming for me. They don’t want me to tell their secret.

I’ve got to step on it.  The police station is only 3.14159265359 miles away.

I just need to cross the bridge and I’ll be in the home stre…

BOOM! CRASH!

I’ve been hit!

The car is spinning…I’m dizzy…ditzy…dazed.

Through the fog and my haze, I can see I’m heading for a date.

A date with the Grim Reaper.

I guess I’ll never be able to tell my tale.

The police will never ::choke:: know

Who

Framed

Roger

Rabbit.

I have no idea where all of that came from, but it was one of those near stream of consciousness things.  Why?  Hell if I know.  All I can tell you is that I FREAKING LOVE ‘WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT’!!!!!!

It’s one of my favorite movies of all time, and I could watch it over and over again and still love it. 

Ah the memories.

Roger drinking whiskey.

“Don’t you know what happens when you can’t stop laughing???”

“Oh. My. God. It’s DIP!”

“Don’t you remember me Eddie? When I killed your brother, I talked just like THIS!”

Yeah, I like that movie, just a wee bit.

So you can imagine my shock upon reading this headline from IO9:

Test Footage From The Early 80s Stars A Very Different Roger Rabbit

Just look at that rabbit.  Does that look like Roger to you? It doesn’t look like Roger to me.  I bet it wouldn’t look like Roger to my sister (she and I saw WFRR together when it came out in theaters back in…’88).  It gets worse:

Here’s a newly released video of footage and concept art from an early go at Who Framed Roger Rabbit?. Created between 1981 and 1983, these characterizations of the Rabbits look quite a bit different from the ones audiences saw in 1988 – not to mention a Roger voiced by Paul Reubens (aka Pee-wee Herman).

Pee-wee Herman?  Really?  Blasphemy I tell you (it’s not lost on me that an atheist is crying ‘blasphemy’, but then, if you’re reading this far, you should know how serious to take this post).  Yeah, if Pee-wee were the voice of Roger reality would be different and I’d be complaining if I’d found out someone else was originally going to play the beloved wabbit.  But the reality is that Charles Fleischer was the voice of Roger, and just imagining Paul Reubens voicing the hare causes the hair on my body to stand at attention (yeah, even the hair on my head).

Here’s an article about some of the toons that didn’t make it into the movie.

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