Huh. I always thought that it was a song about the Victorian children's game "Rings Around the Stars," which was updated and renamed "Ring-o-Star" in 1960. The commercial jingle was a hit for the Archies in 1964, then revamped by Daisy Bang in 1967.

Heh. ::decides to do something nice for Lyra this year::

I thought you'd like that, Hec.

My old man is the same way. Sort of like Calvin's dad.

Mine fourth. Short of memorizing the almanac, it probably is the best way to cope with kids who ask too many questions.

That one always cracked me up with the badness, just because the lyrics (God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us, from a distance) always made God sound like a creepy stalker/peeping deity.

I've always thought it made God sound kinda senile and befuddled, and not very in touch with his creations--i.e. we know the world is a shitty place, but God thinks it looks really pretty because he's just watching it from a distance. So on the handful of occasions I've heard it used/praised in a Christian context, I've been all, "Huh? Did you listen to the lyrics at all?"

I love how Calvin's dad explains to him that color photography has always existed, and all photos are color. But years ago, reality was all black and white....

God thinks it looks really pretty because he's just watching it from a distance.

Yeah. At least Santa stalks us from up close.

And I wasn't meaning to pick on you, LJ. That song just struck me that way the first time I heard it, and that interpretation stuck with me.

Hee! I have no compunctions about karaoke! I always sing "Copacabana" and then usually something by Pat Benatar. Although one of my favorites was "Kiss Me Deadly" my Lita Ford. Wow, I was loaded and it was so fun to sing that!

Short of memorizing the almanac, it probably is the best way to cope with kids who ask too many questions.

I totally make shit up when answering the kids questions. I must do it too well because it only encourages them. The more outragious the answers the more frequent the questions.

Mine fourth. Short of memnorizing the almnac, it probably is the best way to cope with kids who ask too many questions.

Ah, see my dad would point something out to you and then start making shit up about it. He had my cousin convinced that tuna fish was possum in a can. Which is funny because my grandfather had the same cousin convinced that tamales were made from turtles. Poor Krissie has some food issues.

I learned at a very early age not to ask my dad, and just to go look it up myself.

i.e. we know the world is a shitty place, but God thinks it looks really pretty because he's just watching it from a distance.

Snerkity.