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I’m compiling a list….

10 Apr

This is the image that came with the frame, it has nothing to do with the following post.Of silly things that I believed or that happened to me along the way… The baldguy calls these types of things “the adventures of lil’ Bekka”… The list is of things that aren’t necessarily Asperger’s specific….

A list of incidents, some of them hilarious in retrospect….

My first one:  I spent a good part of my childhood living in the woods and we didn’t have cable.  We certainly were not roughing it, but there was a great deal of wooded land belonging to a nature preserve surrounding us. So we didn’t have cable.  I didn’t see most of the classic John Hughes movies until they showed up on regular network TV, with most language voice-over bleeped… Fudge or Flip instead of Fu%$.  I didn’t realize until a couple of years ago (two years past thirty) that this was the case, I thought it was hilarious that these onscreen characters used regular words instead of swearing.

So of course, when I would quote the movies, trying to make a wee social inlet, I would always be quoting them wrong… Needless to say, most of the kids in the areas we lived in had cable (and were often shocked to find out that we didn’t) and they didn’t get my reference, only that this weirdo new kid was really bad at paraphrasing pop culture.

I remember my mother trying to teach me to speak more “properly”  and was making me do the whole pronouncing the “h” first in wh words like “over hwelm”. Needless to say, my new dialect went over like a lead balloon in the 8th grade social scene.

I remember thinking that McDonald’s was a family business.  The animals for the meat were sent to McDonald’s kitchens by Old McDonald’s Farm. I had not seen the farm MacD/McD written when I came up with this theory.  Of course, being very literal, I kept thinking about this when I read Animal Farm for the first time (hey, if you don’t know what it’s about it’s an interesting and occasionally charming story about a community of farm animals and nothing more…this is why it shouldn’t be given as summer reading to 11 year olds.)…  I think I may have volunteered “I don’t think they were sending Boxer to the glue factory, but to McDonald’s instead” to the conversation once school resumed.   I should have been wearing a helmet, what with all of the lead balloons I was apparently carrying about.

But the most horrifying and dramatic one happened in 5th grade.  We were being shipped to the middle school for a day for a sort of peer orientation.  A couple of days before we were given a slip of paper with the name of a 6th grader who would be our guide through a day in the life of middle school.  My person’s name was possibly the most Greek name in the history of the world.  When I got home, my mom told me that my guide was probably new to our country and I should make her feel at home by learning about the history of her land and culture.  So I sat down to read information on Greece from our ancient, outdated encyclopedias.  The next day I was positive that I would be making a connection with this Greek guide-ess, because I did exactly what my mother suggested.  Well, when I met her she was like any other kid in the class. Her heritage was Greek, her grandparents may have been the first generation here in the US, and despite my many enthusiastic attempts to talk about something we both theoretically had knowledge of (all things Greek), she continued to look a little puzzled every time I opened my mouth and I don’t think she ever spoke to me again.

Those encyclopedias were classics though… I believe they were published in the early 60’s, so by the 1980’s they were fairly outdated, but still they were my only source of information for writing papers for school. After all, children, this was pre-internet.  For some reason I thought the library was for people who were not fortunate enough to own their own set of encyclopedias.  As my folks weren’t involved in my academics aside from comparing me to cousins and family friends and pointing out my foibles and failures, I was responsible for figuring out what and how I was supposed to get by.  I didn’t know until high school that there were techniques for structuring essays (clearly I have disregarded them in my adulthood, my apologies) or methods by which to gather information.  If I had been an alien from another planet, observing human life, I would have incorrectly assumed that essays are written by yelling and shaking a fist in the air and throwing desk accessories and walls and people, while the younger member of the species sits in a chair, head hung low, and smudges the paper with pencil and tears and eraser dingles.   I am so grateful, now, that I have these memories though, as I remember writing endless papers (yeah, there is a surprise) and reading the encyclopedias from cover to cover (starting at age 4) and now it is so clear why all of my papers were returned with red question marks next to every fact.  It just took me a long time to grasp that information provided by parents is not always 100% accurate.  It took the challenge of educating my own child, for me to realize the important of accurate and up to date information to be used for academic purposes, and also where it was ok to to make some things up along the way.

Anyone want to share some of their childhood silliness?  Promise I’ll laugh but only if you do!

xo

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Surpises Abound. AKA Books are Moovelous. Part 2.

17 Jul

OK. So daily viewings of Wilbur have made the show grow on me a bit, and I was starting to feel like maybe my old rant was jumping the gun a bit…

We were watching the other day and in the beginning of the part where they read a book they usually show a page or two of the “book” (A digital book)… I thought this was one of the better concepts to encourage kids to read.  Unfortunately, the literary bunch that creates the show does seem to have a bit of an achilles heel when it comes to spelling.

The book was being read and the page shown…. What was said was “surprised”…What was written on the page was “surpised”

Yesterday, little guy kept correcting me and telling me that things were a “surpise”….

I like the idea of teaching kids to love reading, but I think proper spelling when doing so is key…

Butt hay, thatz juhst mie oponion.

(and don’t even get me started on their odd need to make every other “fantasy sequence” character faux Italian (complete with dreadful fake accent and putting an “o” at the end of the character’s fantasy double))….

:-p

Books are Moovelous.

16 Jul

That’s right. MOO-velous.

Holy carp.
Have you seen this kids show on TLC?
I don’t quite know why but this show just annoys the daylights out of me (and it’s getting very dark in here these days).

Wilbur is a calf (a baby cow.)
The intention of the show is to foster a love of reading/literacy.
The tag line is “Books are MOO-velous”.

Yes. I said, “MOO-velous”.

Combined with a calf who has a serious lower body wiggling/gyrating spasticity issue whenever he gets the urge to read a book. I’m not kidding.

Thank goodness Alex still parrots me a little. I now have him correcting Wilbur and saying “books are marvelous”. (and he also says “freakin’ awesome” and “freakin’ guys” when either something is freakin’ awesome or someone bumps their head…)

Close call there.

Anyways. For those of you that are a bit older than the Barney craze (I’m 31 and except for the occasional babysitting exposure, I wasn’t really exposed to Barney first hand) I’m sure you do know that Barney drives plenty of people bananas…He’s not my favorite and I have learned to zone out the sound of his voice (in the same way I learned to zone out the FAO Schwarz “Welcome to My World” continuous loop theme music when I worked there during college… side note: I worked in boys action/figures, legos, and the “nerf-al region” as we affectionately called it. Damn it was fun being the only girl.)

Well, I’m trying to summon all of my meditative powers to block out the sound of Wilbur.

Oh and the show uses this technique called “Shadowmation”.
About “Shadowmation” (Thanks PBS!)
“Shadowmation” is a unique, patented animated process that utilizes real time virtual sets and bun raku style team puppetry, integrating live action animatronic characters and computer generated animation in real time, high definition virtual environments. This process combines all the advantages of animatronics, the expressiveness of live performance, and the freedom and range of computer animation. It has a distinctive and compelling immersive visual quality.

Well, Wilbur doesn’t looks that compelling to me. PBS has a show using the technology called “It’s a big, big world” (which Alex and I both like- one of the main characters is a sloth which I swear is my spirit animal once again :-) and the look is great. Wilbur looks jerky and layered. Big, big world looks fairly natural. Like when you were a kiddo and you got sucked into The Muppet Show. You didn’t think or care about any technology- you just suspended all disbelief and got sucked on in.

and listen to this:
(from the wilbur.tv site….yeah. I think I may have a problem. but it’s on right now and I’m only 1/2 way through my first cup of joe so I can’t do work yet….)
Wilbur has no inhibitions at all. If he feels like wiggling he wiggles with glee. And if he feels like giggling, his giggles are infectious. He’ll do anything if it looks like fun and he always invites his friends to join in.

Along with all the things Wilbur already brings to the show, there is an element of magic about him. He can make things happen in a way that nobody else can. He can make something appear just by reaching out of view for it. AND he often seems to know what the kids at home are thinking, which in itself is a magical quality. He brings them into his special confidence and responds to what they say.

and he’s got these big black eyes- they are all pupil. It’s all too mad cow and a little too trippy and not in one of those “making me reminisce about my younger years” ways….

Ugh.
Anyways.
The good news? Noggin/Nick is bringing us “Yo Gabba Gabba”
Here’s the myspace page: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=59615836
“There’s a party in my tummy” was stuck in my head most of last week. Alex and I totally cut a rug every time they air the clips on Noggin. AND it got him to try some new foods last week.

It will all be ok. Maybe this is the universe’s way of achieving balance.

Maybe not.

Hugs. Kisses.
Read a book. Books are MARVELOUS.
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