I babysat an 18-month old for an interminable five days. Every afternoon by some osmosis, he would look increasingly anxiously at the tv and chant, "boozecoos, boozecoos, boozecoos." I felt like "Five minutes to Wapner!"
And what does it say about me that Boobah apparently hits me with a stun ray whenever I stumble across it surfing? Can.not.change.the.chan.nel.Send.help.
I went through a phase of watching Teletubbies. DH and I found it so soothing. So simple. So relaxing after a hard day, it was just like being very stoned. Everything is so pwetty! And we liked the songs. We like the Wiggles, too, and walk around singing Hot potato, hot potato! Obviously, if we had children, they would all too soon be much more mature than we are.
So, I'm the only one out there who thinks the Teletubbies are some sort of mind-controlling evil cult?
Seriously. They hit me the way the Pokemon stuff did. I literally found my teeth chattering. Creeped me out to new and undiscovered levels.
Teletubbies are your friends, deb. Tinky-Winky is your friend. The big happy sun is your friend.
No, I'm with you, deb. I thought they were evil, Barney evil.
Teletubbies are your friends, deb. Tinky-Winky is your friend. The big happy sun is your friend.
(backs away slowly, keeping crossbow at the ready) They are NOT.
No, I'm with you, deb. I thought they were evil, Barney evil.
Susan! My sistah!
My blood sister discovered them on the telly in the UK. She despises television here, will rarely watch it. But everytime she talks about the fucking Teletubbies, she gets this odd, glazed look in her eyes.
They're pod creatures. I'm sure of it.
I got pretty much inured to the teletubbies. Boobah is worse. So. Much. Worse. But then, I can watch Barney now without being completely creeped out, just a little flinchy.
I'm a Boobah virgin. No clue as to what he/she/it is.
And planning on staying that way.
Mash a teletubby. Add LSD. Sprinkle with weird theremin like sound and glitter. Swirl in the air and provide cut out people figures to watch. That's a boobah.
Time to go read Wolves in the Walls. Kara finally figured out I'd stopped and is demanding it every night before bed again.