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.

I'm with Deb, here...

Oh, the caillou creature is...scary. He whines, and breaks things, and pouts. Kara thought he was her hero. I stopped letting her watch it.

Oh, the caillou creature is...scary. He whines, and breaks things, and pouts. Kara thought he was her hero. I stopped letting her watch it.

Where in sweet fuck are they coming up with the ideas for these things?!?

Oh, the caillou creature is...scary. He whines, and breaks things, and pouts. Kara thought he was her hero. I stopped letting her watch it.

And his stupid SONG!

I hate him. Hulk SMASH.