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JOSE

10/16/2004

THE EVIL THAT IS SPAWNED BY FANS OF SID AND MARTY KROFFT

First you got to read this, to understand why I'm talking about this. Whatever Writes from 9-25-04

Well because of this little statement I happened to be at WG's and I was watching TV, and for some reason, I as just not getting into Days of Our Lives so I decided to channel hop. Started to watch this movie on the Lifetimes Movie Network (I know I know, but on the TV guide it said Sigourney Weaver AND Julianne Moore) called A Map of the World. It was ok but I wasn't totally in the mood for 'drama', so I watched the Program Guide again. Than 'lo and behold...Boobah ( this is 'borrowed from the Boobah website...)

ABOUT BOOHBAH Boohbah is an exciting new programme for children, with a format that fosters both creative thinking and creative movement. Boohbah is entirely designed to encourage physical action on the part of its young viewers. It deliberately combines infectious magical movement, for children to imitate, with inset stories for them to predict outcomes. The design of the show - visually and otherwise, draws upon early concepts in science, maths and art and combines these with ‘televisual magic’ to create a uniquely funny television experience. The Boohbahs, five magical atoms of power, light and fun travel in their Boohball around the world, from child to child. Fifteen countries are visited throughout the changing title sequence. The Boohbahs represent the imaginative power and light which allows children to control the screen action by the use of the magic word “Boohbah”, and send presents into an imaginary Storyworld for the Storypeople - Grandmamma, Grandpappa, Mrs Lady, Mr Man, Brother and Sister, Auntie and Little Dog Fido to play with and make a story in partnership with them. We hear the children intervening in the screen action by the sound of their blowing and their use of the word “Boohbah”. This motivates the action and moves the story along. Only Little Dog Fido is not wholly in their control! Children are totally engaged and have a lot of fun guessing which Storyperson will appear and what will happen next.

Now with that said...It's my turn. If
Sid and Marty Krofft had a bastard child and left it with Larry Flynt to raise it, than gave it to PBS as a kids show you have Boobah. I started watching the show in it's halfway point only because after being shown them from Whatever Writes I had deal with the anti-christ on his own grounds. And I'm pretty sure I lost some braincells in the process. In this particular episode Grandpappa is walking around with a 4-5 foot hot dog and bun. Than all of a sudden the "hot dog" pops out of the bun, and Grandpappa is standing there holding his bun open. Than poof Grandmamma shows up gets an arm full of "hot dog" and procedes to run around holding the "hot dog" as if it were a giant penis. It was even resting against her pelvis, but of course becuase it's so huge, she kind of staggers around, than it falls into grandpappa's still open bun. If the cup had not alraedy been overflowin with latent sexual images, a bottle of ketchup "poofs into existance". Which of course grandmamma picks up and of course "by accicent" grandpappa gets a facefull. Than if that still wasn't enough, grandmamma starts to...well basically she gives herself a facefull of hot dog and bun, followed by grandpappa indulging in the greatnes that is a fake hot dog and bun.

The best thing is I haven't even got to the Boobah's yet. Again more visuals that I know you think I'm over-exagerating, but I swear on the ghost of christmas to come, all that I say is actually under described. So with that said, the Boobah's are doing this LSD laced dance with colors and swirly effects that would make any "Pink Floyd, the Wall" fan drool with hallucinatory visions and flashbacks. But the dance, and sweet sister christian, this is where I practically lost it. They do this dance where they pop their heads in and out of their bodies, which vaguely reminded me of women running into warm water, cold water and warm water again. Than they climb into these little "beds" and it looks just like a vagina with their heads being where the clitoris is, it's even got the "hood" shape. Finally the music actually sounds like happy porn music. To finish my little venture into the realm of..."Even in my most fucked-uped-ness, I couldn't even fathom the particularities that could create something like this". The worst part is I want that 15 minutes of my life back, but it's gone. Well at least it wasn't "Barb Wire".

and with that I remain

Jose

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