Trazalca
03-29-2006, 07:02 AM
Ruby just doesn't get it.
After spending a whole week, helping Mommy with the newborn babe,
and the 3 other tykes running around leaving skid marks on the
family home foundation, and after countless hours of watching
nothing but Noggin and Disney channels,
I've come to the regrettable conclusion that poor Ruby just doesn't get it.
She just doesn't understand her little brother Max.
You see, Max is clever. He's a lot smarter than he's willing to let on.
Which is cool, in my estimation. Especially for a cartoon character.
Even a pre-K cartoon character.
But what gets my goat is that Ruby seems, episode after episode,
COMPLETELY ignorant of this blatant fact.
She still feels that all she has to do is give poor little Max
any toy that happens nearby, and that will do to distract him from
his quest-du-jour. But nope. The spunky bunny doesn't give up,
and keeps at getting what he wants till it's gotten and good.
For example, the episode may start with Max saying the one word he
will more than likely say throughout the story- "Banana."
Little miss know-it-all Ruby tells him no, that they're for a pie
she's making for grandma. Staunch and ever resolute in his purpose,
Max still says, "Banana."
Ruby then hands him an orange. "Here Max. This will keep you from wanting a banana."
Max looks at her with complete stupification.
Has her long bunny ears failed her? Did she just not hear the single
word that has been declared by our hero bunny little brother Max?
He takes the orange, eats it with simple child-like appeasement,
then goes back to the original gameplan, chanting "Banana!"
This tenacity stops Ruby cold. She still is in the middle of making
her pie, and desperately wants Max to keep away from the ingredients.
She then hands Max an apple.
Now. This is what kills me. She CONTINUES TO THINK HER LITTLE BROTHER
IS A SIMPLE-MINDED fluff ball.
She gave him an apple in spite of the clear request for a fruit
belonging to the genus Musaceae family.
I propose to you gentle reader that she is suffering from attention deficit disorder of the most troubling kind!
She will no doubt grow up believing her world will be made
up of Girl Scout badge assignments and goodnight kisses to her dollies
for the rest of her natural life.
And methinks Max secretly knows this, with slight self-pity on his
poor big sister, and does nothing more than put up with class
and gentility her declining senses, and rising insanity.
Alas, the story resumes, Max eats the apple with quiet resignation.
Lobs the core over his shoulder, and into a waste paper basket.
Then goes back to the kitchen, crying with defiance to the four winds,
"Banana!"
Ruby, exasperated, gives in to his demands, and hands over the banana.
He then takes the banana, and gives it to Grandma out of love and respect for her, without another word concerning Ruby's apparent stupidity in seeing
that all Max wanted to do was offer a banana to Grandma out of love.
Ruby then rolls her eyes and says sighing, "Oh Max."
You see, this is what my brain has been reduced to.
Countless hours of Lazytown, the Backyardigans, Oobie, Jimmy Neutron (which I find oddly hysterical), Jack's Big Music Show ("Dance Party! YIPPEE!!!!"),
and other kiddie fare that is designed to simultaneously enhance the
child's mind, while degrading the adult's.
This is only broken up with hard won efforts of putting the kids to afternoon
naps, allowing the mind to take a much needed break.
More on this tomorrow. I'm going for a much needed sleep.
Just as long as it's not DURING the trip home.
((((((16 HOURS LATER))))))
Yay. I'm back. And after last night's ep of 24, I'm feeling myself again for just a bit. Still sleepy but nonetheless, I press on.
After almost 11 days of kiddie toon fare, I'm ready to see anything
resembling closer to my age demographic.
Nothing reminding me of the well-worn alphabet syntax,
or what shapes match with what shapes, or how many sides
make up an octagon.
I love my kids. Don't ever get me wrong on that.
It's just that my brain needs something requiring a more richer substance.
It's been YEARS since I sat down and watched a marathon of
movies of a typical genre.
It's been almost 9 years since I watched all four Aliens movies back to back.
And I don't care what people say about Alien3 - it rocked da house.
And I refuse to watch AliensVsPredator until the R rated version comes out
sans Hollywood exec interference.
I waited 9 years for a balls-to-the-wall horrorfest with that movie,
and all I got for my pains was a made-for-TV-movie
with closed captions, edited for content, and modified to fit the screen,
and time lapsed - and THAT's what they decided to put on the silver screen.
Satan spawn. That's whats behind it.
And in case anyone has figured out, I haven't been to a movie theater
in almost a full year. The withdrawal symptoms continue to kick in hard,
and seeing flicks on the tube ala DVDs are a brief tonic,
but cannot replace the experience of going to a theater full of people
and joining a throng of laughing, booing, cheering and crying audience
members. The beautific communal nature of theater-going is slowly passing
me by, and why? Because out in the boondocks where I live,
there isn't a reliable babysitter in sight.
None. Nada. Goose egg. Big bagel. Nothing.
It's been over a year since I've been able to treat my wife
to a decent dinner date with just her and me sans kids.
Nevertheless, mother and baby are doing great.
Here are some pics:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Nathan316004.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Nathan316007.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Nathan316011.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Oneforeach.jpg
:wink:
After spending a whole week, helping Mommy with the newborn babe,
and the 3 other tykes running around leaving skid marks on the
family home foundation, and after countless hours of watching
nothing but Noggin and Disney channels,
I've come to the regrettable conclusion that poor Ruby just doesn't get it.
She just doesn't understand her little brother Max.
You see, Max is clever. He's a lot smarter than he's willing to let on.
Which is cool, in my estimation. Especially for a cartoon character.
Even a pre-K cartoon character.
But what gets my goat is that Ruby seems, episode after episode,
COMPLETELY ignorant of this blatant fact.
She still feels that all she has to do is give poor little Max
any toy that happens nearby, and that will do to distract him from
his quest-du-jour. But nope. The spunky bunny doesn't give up,
and keeps at getting what he wants till it's gotten and good.
For example, the episode may start with Max saying the one word he
will more than likely say throughout the story- "Banana."
Little miss know-it-all Ruby tells him no, that they're for a pie
she's making for grandma. Staunch and ever resolute in his purpose,
Max still says, "Banana."
Ruby then hands him an orange. "Here Max. This will keep you from wanting a banana."
Max looks at her with complete stupification.
Has her long bunny ears failed her? Did she just not hear the single
word that has been declared by our hero bunny little brother Max?
He takes the orange, eats it with simple child-like appeasement,
then goes back to the original gameplan, chanting "Banana!"
This tenacity stops Ruby cold. She still is in the middle of making
her pie, and desperately wants Max to keep away from the ingredients.
She then hands Max an apple.
Now. This is what kills me. She CONTINUES TO THINK HER LITTLE BROTHER
IS A SIMPLE-MINDED fluff ball.
She gave him an apple in spite of the clear request for a fruit
belonging to the genus Musaceae family.
I propose to you gentle reader that she is suffering from attention deficit disorder of the most troubling kind!
She will no doubt grow up believing her world will be made
up of Girl Scout badge assignments and goodnight kisses to her dollies
for the rest of her natural life.
And methinks Max secretly knows this, with slight self-pity on his
poor big sister, and does nothing more than put up with class
and gentility her declining senses, and rising insanity.
Alas, the story resumes, Max eats the apple with quiet resignation.
Lobs the core over his shoulder, and into a waste paper basket.
Then goes back to the kitchen, crying with defiance to the four winds,
"Banana!"
Ruby, exasperated, gives in to his demands, and hands over the banana.
He then takes the banana, and gives it to Grandma out of love and respect for her, without another word concerning Ruby's apparent stupidity in seeing
that all Max wanted to do was offer a banana to Grandma out of love.
Ruby then rolls her eyes and says sighing, "Oh Max."
You see, this is what my brain has been reduced to.
Countless hours of Lazytown, the Backyardigans, Oobie, Jimmy Neutron (which I find oddly hysterical), Jack's Big Music Show ("Dance Party! YIPPEE!!!!"),
and other kiddie fare that is designed to simultaneously enhance the
child's mind, while degrading the adult's.
This is only broken up with hard won efforts of putting the kids to afternoon
naps, allowing the mind to take a much needed break.
More on this tomorrow. I'm going for a much needed sleep.
Just as long as it's not DURING the trip home.
((((((16 HOURS LATER))))))
Yay. I'm back. And after last night's ep of 24, I'm feeling myself again for just a bit. Still sleepy but nonetheless, I press on.
After almost 11 days of kiddie toon fare, I'm ready to see anything
resembling closer to my age demographic.
Nothing reminding me of the well-worn alphabet syntax,
or what shapes match with what shapes, or how many sides
make up an octagon.
I love my kids. Don't ever get me wrong on that.
It's just that my brain needs something requiring a more richer substance.
It's been YEARS since I sat down and watched a marathon of
movies of a typical genre.
It's been almost 9 years since I watched all four Aliens movies back to back.
And I don't care what people say about Alien3 - it rocked da house.
And I refuse to watch AliensVsPredator until the R rated version comes out
sans Hollywood exec interference.
I waited 9 years for a balls-to-the-wall horrorfest with that movie,
and all I got for my pains was a made-for-TV-movie
with closed captions, edited for content, and modified to fit the screen,
and time lapsed - and THAT's what they decided to put on the silver screen.
Satan spawn. That's whats behind it.
And in case anyone has figured out, I haven't been to a movie theater
in almost a full year. The withdrawal symptoms continue to kick in hard,
and seeing flicks on the tube ala DVDs are a brief tonic,
but cannot replace the experience of going to a theater full of people
and joining a throng of laughing, booing, cheering and crying audience
members. The beautific communal nature of theater-going is slowly passing
me by, and why? Because out in the boondocks where I live,
there isn't a reliable babysitter in sight.
None. Nada. Goose egg. Big bagel. Nothing.
It's been over a year since I've been able to treat my wife
to a decent dinner date with just her and me sans kids.
Nevertheless, mother and baby are doing great.
Here are some pics:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Nathan316004.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Nathan316007.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Nathan316011.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/traz/Oneforeach.jpg
:wink: