We got a new camera. I haven’t read the manual. I haven’t figured out how to upload my Halloween photos yet. Therefore, no Halloween pix to post…. which may be a good thing since I still had a wine buzz at 6:00 the next morning.
(Thanks for a fun night, Auntie E!)
I have a creepy video for you nonetheless…
Am I the only person who was completely creeped out by Little Twelve Toes from the Schoolhouse Rock series?! My children make fun of me, but I can hardly be in the same room if this comes on. (We have the whole DVD series).
I loved Schoolhouse Rock growing up. If I am counting by fives, I still do it the way the hide and seek guy did. Counting by threes? Same thing. Little Twelve Toes, however, terrified me as a kid.
My reasons (and they are still valid in my adult mind too.)
- He is an alien. Space is cold and empty and scary.
- I find the idea that his footprints glow in the dark, but you can’t see him until he wants you to see him is incredibly disturbing, even now.
- If it was a horror movie instead of a cartoon, that yokel farm kid would be the idiot who goes into the basement asking “is anyone there…?” right before he gets killed.
- Why is he alone outside in the dark, following an alien? My parents never would have let me do that.
- Math is scary enough. Why rename two of his digits and then expect me to have my 12s click into place?
Like I said, the boys laugh at me. I don’t care. I know how a bill becomes a law. I know what an adverb is, and I even know how to make myself a nutritious snack (a PSA probably sponsored by the National Dairy Association…) I know lots of things… If I don’t know my Twelves, well, I’m OK with that.
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