Good things for small children

One of the greatest mistakes I have made as a parent is showing Beck YouTube videos on my laptop. Hell, showing him anything cool on my laptop. Now I can't check email or write a post without him climbing on me and demanding Yo Gabba Gabba, Noggin or one of the many YouTube videos he adores such as "LooLooLoo."

The following are just a few things that have been on the top of our Most Viewed List and by Most Viewed I mean at least 28 times in a row during any given log on:

Proving that everything is better to "Numa Numa." Elijah Wood on Yo Gabba Gabba.

He does not care that it is no longer Halloween, this is still a "must watch:"

Beck is sort of over this guy. I however, am not:

My BFF from forever Katie M. sent me this book.

While I was never as hardcore as I would like to believe (are we ever?) it still warmed my heart. Maybe it was this page:

I have been reading this to Beck nearly every night and doing my best to re-create the sounds of each of the instruments when I sing the E-i-E-i-O refrain. I was psyched to discover their website which has awesomeness aplenty in the form of downloadable songs, posters, stickers and all sorts of other stuff. They even have a "FarmSpace" page which is incredibly thorough in it's development. (Seriously. Go Click. Scroll down. Each and every one of the animal "friends" that have commented have "FarmSpace" pages of their own. Shep's likes are Henry Rollins and Johnny Cash. I have spent a sad amount of time on this site. I only wish that I, too, could create an animal alter-ego so that I could friend them and comment as well.

Good things not for children
Yesterday I was clicking around the Internet and found the Colin Farrell sex tape. (For those of you who just searched by those exact words and landed here I am sorry to disappoint. Go find it yourself. Pervert.) I can't tell you how I got to it, and I probably couldn't do it again if I tried, but boy, howdy does random clicking reward! Colin Farrell has been on my "Top 5 Irish/English/Scottish" list since that CIA movie with Al Pacino. (He just looks like he could work it out in a dirty, sexy, drunken kind of way.) Wow, I was right! I watched without compunction as celebrity + sex tape always = Internet and he and Nicole really should have remembered that math prior to all the shooters and grab assing back at the bar. I'm kind of sad that I'll never be able to find my way back because it's the closest I'll ever get to Colin Farrell sex.

Also...
Thank you to all of you who have inquired about my mental health and general happiness. My answer has depended upon when the question was asked. I do feel better generally, but it seems as if it is hitting more randomly. Yesterday I was at Giant staring at the fucking Arnold bread options of which there are far, far, too many trying to determine exactly what kind of bread it is that my husband prefers. (Whole wheat NOT whole grain. Whole grain is apparently "shitter bread." There is a 12 and 15 Grain if you are really compacted.) I heard "Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy..." and I started crying because sunshine on my shoulders does make me happy and right then and there I was not happy.

But then again I can hear Colin say, "Jaysus this is a fooking shabby porno we're shootin'!" and I am happy.

Comments

[merseydotes]

I could watch Elijah Wood all day in that clip. I emailed it to my husband awhile ago with the subject line, "Who knew Frodo had such sweet moves?"

Punk Farm might have to show up in some little girl's stocking this year...

Hang in there with the moods, sweets. Lulu's like six weeks old, right? You'll turn the corner.

[Suzi]

Ha, Yo Gabba Gabba is on permanent rotation in our OnDemand queue. The Halloween one is still the favorite. As for finding the Colin tape website, check your Internet history on that day--I bet you get there. Not that I am encouraging such behavior... ;) ha! I bet he makes a fine and dandy flick. :)

[TwoBusy]

Punk Farm looks badass. I think I also know a little girl (or two) who might be getting a copy from Santa next month.

On a peripheral note, I'm glad to hear that all it takes to lift your spirits is a little Farrell porn. My suggestion is that you download it onto your iPhone (if you have one), so that anytime you're overcome by a maudlin John Denver moment... you can just whip out Colin whipping it out, and voila! You're back on your way to Coolsville.