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Day: November 13, 2009

The internet ruins everything.

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Had an awesome signing last night at Schuler Books in Lansing. Super cool, although they served wine and I ended up signing a bunch of stock, “Legalize it!”

So, this morning I’m nursing my hangover (no, it wasn’t just the wine… the fishbowl of Margarita at La Senorita was a contributing factor to my delinquency) and enjoying Pocoyo with my daughter.

What is Pocoyo, you ask? Only the single most soothing thing on the face of the motherfucking planet.

It’s a Spanish show that was dubbed into English and narrated by a super enthusiastic Stephen Fry. When we discovered this show on Netflix on XBox Live, I thought, “This will distract the kid for a while, so I can make a poo in peace, without her leaning her chubby elbows on my knees and engaging me in a babbling discourse about something only she has a clue about. But once it started, I couldn’t look away. I just kept staring at the screen.

I suppose one could say that Pocoyo’s world is a nightmarish white void of possibility, and that Pocoyo represents our Id, materializing desires from thin air in a realm of limited responsibility and resulting in his ultimate destruction, but I choose instead to enjoy the quiet simplicity of a child of indeterminate gender cavorting with various animal pals in an easy-to-digest format.

But for a long time, something about Pocoyo, himself, was puzzling. I could have sworn I’d seen him somewhere else. Where was it? It seemed like it wasn’t in a particularly nice context… where had I see him before?

Oh, yeah. From one of my LJ friend’s icons:

The internet ruins EVERYTHING.