Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
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.
Boobah is worse.
whimper
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.
I got pretty much inured to the teletubbies.
Caillu.
Much worse.
I *heart* Teletubbies.
COMM'd, even as I blink in horror.
I *heart* Teletubbies.
(blinks some more)
Someday, I'll have to tell you about the road trip, my best friend, and the small Teletubby clip figures I entertained myself with for unwholesome hours.
Plei, my darling adored one, I think I'd need some peyote first.
Yes, the teletubbies spook me that badly. Watching my insane godchildren become progressively more glazed-over and slow of speech as they watched was enough to convince me of the teletubbies' satanhood.