I don’t know when it happened, I can’t believe that it’s happened, but somehow I don’t find Barney™ to be the epitome of evil anymore. I used to run screaming from the dreaded “I Love You, You Love Me” song (closely related to the dreaded veal cutlet), but now I find myself singing along.
I attribute this slide to brainwashing. Having a sixteen-month old toddler around, who loves the purple one and all his minions, and who will sometimes be such a total basket-case that only the foam-rubber saurian will make her happy, has made me appreciate the show.
Don’t get me wrong. BJ™ and Baby Bop™ still deserve to be roasted alive over a slow fire (especially Baby Bop, that voice is truly the voice of Lucifer). And most of the kids still register on the annoying scale. Apparently, subtlety is a trait that is not desired when they audition these overacting rugrats.
But Barney is growing on me. I am embarassed to admit this, but I find some of his asides and background comments downright amusing. We watched one yesterday where Barney was jumping off a stair and was heard to exclaim “Leaping Lizards!”. Allright, so I thouigh it was funny.
I feel cleansed now.
Wait until you all start discussing the children and their various characteristics, acting and/or singing ability and whether or not the show was better before the addition of all the goofball puppets (and the annoying feet-in-front-of-the television close).
Doing the number limbo,
Ellen
Ahhh. Curse you! I had just got that song out of my head.
The bar was set at number three
Everyone went under then…
What kind of game is that? You set the bar so high that even on the lowest number the stupid yellow dinosaur (BJ™) can go under. Where’s the winning and losing? Where’s the good sportsmanship lesson?
And if I hear “The Green Grass Grows All Around” one more time, I swear I will scream.
Wheh! OK. False alarm. I’m over here imagining some big pruple dinosaur telling me he’s my father, and that together we can rule the galaxy as father and son!
I’m glad you’re feeling cleansed, pcubed.
I tend to see Barney more in the Yoda role:
“Different you are. Different is Baby Bop. Every moment makes you so. Every decision a cost it has. Let’s all sing The Clapping Song”
According to my Star Wars Personality Test, I’m Luke Skywalker. It all makes perfect sense now.
– (The other) Pete
oh Goddess… not Barney… I babysat a girl who would only watch Barney and Elmo movies all the time. Elmo grew on me but I just grew to loathe Barney even more. You have not seen hell till you have seen Barney Live in New York City -shudders at the memory- The Winkmeister? What’s up with him?
Who dares invoke the name of the Hated Purple One?!?
I’ve got a 20-month old, and yes, she looooves Barney. I don’t pity myself so much as my wife, who has to sit around all day while the little Princess of Irony watches Barney at Home (around 40 minutes) 2-3 times in a day. I’ve seen it a few times, and I hate it with a passion. I’ll get one of his songs from hell stuck in my head, and just when I forget about it, and get a nice Ramones song going, my wife will call me up at work and start singing. Goes like this:
Me: (Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go…)
<<Ring>>
Me: Hello? (I wanna be sedated…)
Wife: Yum-yum pumpernickel pumpernickel bread!
Me: (Nothing to do no way…) Arrggh!!! F$%#@&dammmit#@$%^shi#$$%%$^!?!
Wife(innocently): What?
Me (glazed look on face, pathetic whining sounds): Yum-yum pupernickel pumpernickel… please, shoot me now…