Did you catch the premiere of the Mr. Men Show this morning? Some of us were more than excited, some of us were a little leery but color me impressed — they did a fantastic job with it. I think perhaps I like it better than the books.
The 50s-inspired animation is perfect, the voices are so stereotypical that they’re hilarious, the music had my kids up and dancing and the bits are short enough for even the youngest eyeballs but have enough adult humor in them that it doesn’t pain me to watch a whole episode (yeah, I’m talking to you Barney). And did I say the animation was perfect? It was mesmerizing. I absolutely adore that UPA style of animation and this was just the right mix of retro and new (we are big, BIG fans of the original Gerald McBoingBoing in this house).
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Ok, so I would’ve put a better link up there to the show but I couldn’t find one. Cartoon Network’s site is less than helpful in this regard. In fact, I’m a little pissy with them right now because when I went to find a video, I was greeted with this:
Nice, eh? Hey Cartoon Network — bite me (and my shiny metal Apple)!
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Hold on, found a better link — the Mr. Men Show Blog. Scroll down to the house images to get a good taste for the animation style (the promo image up there is not really a good example).
So we’re gearing up here for the SuperBowl later today. I don’t watch so much for the football, but I *lurve* me some good SuperBowl ads.
Last year was pretty disappointing with the exception of the Robert Goulet Emerald Nuts ad, and that, coupled with their mildly freaky Addicted to Love ad that’s been running recently, has me expecting good things from them.Â
What are your favorite SuperBowl ads ever? Come on, hit me with some good ones…
you know, my license to parent. Or they should. Because Friday is Movie Night here and, instead of going to rent a movie, the girls picked one on tv. On Disney Channel. Bleh.
Everyone was settling in but when we went to turn it on, it started an hour later than we had originally thought. Luckily, there was another movie just starting and I told them, “You guys watch this one and if you like it, we’ll keep it on. If not, we’ll switch over when yours starts.” Ok, crisis averted.
So the stand-in movie was Ghostbusters. GHOSTBUSTERS! They’ll have to love Ghostbusters, right?! They’ll never want to go back and watch that other sappy Disney inaneness, right?! Wrong. So we switch it to Disney. But we continued to switch back and forth during the commercial breaks. And we were coming up near the end of Ghostbusters where the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man appears and they wanted to switch back to their movie.
What?! “But this is where the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man is!” I scream.
“What’s that?” they say.
“A marshmallow man. A GIGANTIC MARSHMALLOW MAN. And he’s about to be BLOWN UP!”
Their response? Eh. “Turn it back to Disney!”
What? WOT?! My children picked freakin’ High School Musical 2 over Ghostbusters?! Oh, no… oh, my heart!
And so, rather than argue and listen to shrieky little girls for the next 15 minutes, I switched it back to HSM2 (see that? “HSM2″ Bleh. I’m ashamed to know the Disney parlance). I fully expected super stealth ninjas to drop from the ceiling on ropes and bundle me away, you know to save the children. Because obviously somewhere I screwed up. Very, very badly.
because I’m not quite sure I’m awake. Word is that Paul Reubens is thinking of making not one, but two new Pee-Wee movies. Word is that he wants Tim Burton to direct (although Mr. Bonham-Carter seems too busy at the moment). Word is that Johnny Depp has been approached to play Pee-Wee. Word is I’ve fallen into some sort of alternate universe where all my dreams will come true.Â
Mekka-lekka hai, mekka hiney ho. My wish has been granted… long live Jambi.Â
Who doesn’t love the Barenaked Ladies? So head on over to Robeez and download their track from the new kids’ CD For the Kids Three (or, alternately, “Music that Won’t Drive Parents to Shoot Themselves”).Â
According to the Washington Post, the Moby Quotient is a formula that “determines the degree to which artists besmirch their reputations when they lend their music to hawk products or companies.” It’s fairly complicated but good for a laugh.
We’ve done this unofficially for years, but at least now we have a name for it.
is not the same as the Human Trampoline. But it is an amazing commercial shot on the cheap. It’s crazy how far a good idea will get you in lieu of a big budget…
So, did everyone tune in to Yo Gabba Gabba! yesterday? We had to, if only in deference to what looked to be a half-hour of crazy Krofft-inspired mania.
And mania it delivered. Lots of bright colors, lots of funky music, lots of crazy monster-like characters. But still, I was afraid the kids (growing up in this “just say no” era) wouldn’t take to it, but it seemed to go over well.
Did you catch the premiere of the Mr. Men Show this morning? Some of us were more than excited, some of us were a little leery but color me impressed — they did a fantastic job with it. I think perhaps I like it better than the books. 
So we’re gearing up here for the SuperBowl later today. I don’t watch so much for the football, but I *lurve* me some good SuperBowl ads.
you know, my license to parent. Or they should. Because Friday is Movie Night here and, instead of going to rent a movie, the girls picked one on tv. On Disney Channel. Bleh.
because I’m not quite sure I’m awake. 
Who doesn’t love the Barenaked Ladies? So head on over to Robeez and 
According to the Washington Post, the 
So, did everyone tune in to