Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
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.
I hate him. Hulk SMASH.
(sitting in corner with pompoms, urging Plei on)
Yes, big with the hate!
On the other hand, they're airing very good adaptations of Rosemary Wells Ruby and Max stories on Nicktoons, and both Kara and I love those. Very sweet, smart stories with just enough mischief to be fun.
Going to take my ooky tummy to the couch and read a bit. Goodnight.
When I was a kid I loved Captain Kangaroo, but none of us kids ever liked Mr. Rogers. Damn, that man was creepy. I think I was a kid pre-Sesame Street, but I know I never watched it.
My mother didn't like Mr. Rogers. I did. I found his earnestness... I don't know. Perhaps refreshing, perhaps quaint. Anyhow, he had a red sweater I was quite fond of.
Of course, I also loved the Friendly Giant and Mr. Dress-up.
Especially Mr. Dress-up.
The Friendly Giant always made me kind of sad.
Mr. Dress-Up????