My Insanity

I love it when you can pick up an animator’s quirks. 

Spicy food is just bdsm for your mouth

I don’t even know why I bother with this gd hellsite anymore

A huge and ancient dragon loses her clutch of eggs.  She decides to adopt an office building full of employees as her children.  But to keep them safe, she doesn’t want to let any of them leave.

her business children earn money and she is very proud of all of them

I watched WITHOUT sound at first and can I just say, big mistake.

had a dream once that Nickelodeon did a big crossover of all their cartoons and the main villain was Zim trying to conquer all the earths and when he got to the Fairly Oddparents they tried to wish him away but it didnt work so they checked Da Rules and Zim had scribbled in there (with permanent marker!) “Zim can do what he wants” so they couldn’t do anything

the only other part i remember is Dib was explaining the situation to the other characters and the fact that people like Jimmy Neutron and X-J9 and Timmy Turner automatically just accepted that Zim was an alien made him so happy he broke down crying

This is all 100% in character and already better than anything I can imagine the Zim movie being about

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

Another good post to read for those writing small human characters. 

My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.

My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.

i am forcibly removed from Ikea