Creepy Children’s Programming Reviews: PINGU

PinguI haven’t done one of these in a while, mostly because the boy’s last couple of obsessions have been shows that I’ve liked.  Pingu tends to come and go, and I’m mostly writing this because the damn show is about to make a milestone for itself: it’s getting damn close to being the first show that I’ve ever banned from further viewing in my house.

(Two notes: one, I can see one of you quivering at the chance to mention Caillou, which comes up every single time I talk about shitty kids’ programs.  I haven’t banned that show so much as declined to ever show it to him.  This is a show that he used to be able to watch and will very soon not be able to watch any more.  Second note: Every time you see me say in this post, read “my wife and I,” as this isn’t a unilateral decision.)

Anyway.  Pingu is… Korean?  Or something?  It’s insane in a way that I usually associate with Japan but I don’t think it’s actually a Japanese show.  Pingu is a penguin.  He’s Claymation.  He has a big penguin family and a few penguin friends and they all have the same name, or some shit like that.  I dunno, because everyone speaks in gibberish, and worse, it’s Korean-or-whatever gibberish, which is even more gibberishy to the English speaker, except for the occasional time when the gibberish sorta sounds like English.

(Looks it up)

Wait, what the fuck.  It’s Swiss?  How the hell is this nonsense from Switzerland?  This show has to be Japanese.  Or Korean or whatever.  I refuse to believe reality.

Anyway.  There’s also a seal:

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And this horrifying fucking thing, which isn’t the reason I’m banning the show but probably ought to be:

hqdefaultAnd its theme song is by David Hasselhoff.  Let that roll around a bit:

I maintain that this song is insane enough to make the show Japanese even if it isn’t already.

One more thing before I discuss why I’m banning the show.  It has a really weird obsession with toilet issues.  Pingu has a baby brother, and he’s… well, he’s not in diapers, but he poops himself a lot, and the show has no problem with the pooping happening on camera, as well as the subsequent butt-wiping.  This happened on-screen as well:

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I don’t have, like, a moral objection to this?  But it adds to the weirdness, certainly.

So.  Yeah.  Boy can’t watch the show anymore.  And here’s why.  Every so often something happens to Pingu that he doesn’t like or he doesn’t want to happen.  And this is his reaction:

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Note the posture: head tossed forward, arms back, biologically improbable extension of beak.  I wouldn’t spell the sound he makes “Noot noot,” more of a nrrt nrrt, but whatever. Every single meme pic (and there is a startlingly large number of them) spells it “noot noot,” so maybe I’m hearing it wrong.

The boy does this all the damn time now.  It is his go-to frustration sound.  So if, say, I want him to put his shoes on, because we need to go somewhere, or take his shirt off, because it is bedtime, or pick up his blocks, or eat his dinner, or basically any goddamn thing that a three-and-a-half year old might not be inclined to immediately do, I’m likely to get a nrrt nrrt back in response.

And then the boy gets a response, which he tends to not like a whole lot, and the thing that Daddy wanted done gets done anyway.

But my point: It is insanely irritating to get nrrted at by a toddler, and this is literally the first show he’s wanted to watch that I genuinely feel has taught him bad habits.  Which is kind of a shame, because in a lot of ways it’s a charming show.  But: the fact that I let the kid watch TV is bad enough.  It doesn’t get to make my kid into a butthead in the process.

Nrrt nrrt, Pingu.

Mind doing me a favor?

begging-dogFor various marketing-related reasons, it’s come to my attention that having 20 (preferably positive) reviews for my books over at Amazon is considered a good and helpful thing.  Neither book is there yet.  If you’ve read (and, again hopefully, enjoyed) Benevolence Archives or Skylights, but haven’t left a review, it would help me out quite a bit if you’d be willing to do so.  There might be cookies or pie involved, somehow.

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A to-do list

I’m going to claim this is in no particular order, but I know I won’t be able to resist trying to make it somewhat organized:

  • Nail down date for store signing
  • (Definitely) Prepare/order signage for signing
  • (Definitely) Prepare/order free give-away bookmarks for signing
  • Reformat Skylights paperback so that people like the font.  Do this without changing the page count.
  • Make the Skylights cover look a bit better
  • Order a crapton of copies of Skylights for the signing
  • Figure out what a “crapton” actually entails, attempt to be realistic so I don’t lose a ton of money/have a thousand copies floating around my house forever
  • Format Sanctum ebook
  • Format Sanctum paperback
  • Order a crapton of copies of Sanctum for the signing
  • Again, figure out what a “crapton” is
  • Oh, finish final draft of Sanctum
  • I probably ought to reread it first
  • Finish the book I’m reading so I can read my own book because I can’t handle reading two fiction books at once
  • (Maybe) Prepare/order coupon cards for Free Comic Book Day if it turns out the signing isn’t on FCBD.  (Bring the card back for 50% off on a book!)
  • Add a page for Sanctum to the ebook versions of Benevolence Archives and Skylights, resubmit both to various ebook retailers
  • Also, supposedly there is still a spot in BA where I refer to Remember as “he”; find that and fix it
  • Marketing
  • Open a PO box
  • Get mailing list up and moving
  • Possibly order a register iPad stand for signing so that I’m not handing people my phone, which seems like a bad idea
  • Oh, buy a stylus
  • Get all of this done on the rapidly-dwindling number of weekends I have between now and D-day, because I seem to not be able to do serious work during the week lately

None of this will get done today, because we’re having a few people over tonight (!!!) and I need to clean.

I would scream but I lack the energy

People have been looking at me and immediately asking what’s wrong all week long.

Today featured three separate incidents that I was legally mandated to report to our AP and social worker, before 10:00 AM.

I am tired.

In which I go eat lunch

burger-665x385I happened to walk past my boss yesterday while she was scarfing her lunch and realized I coveted her cheeseburger.  (Pictured: not her cheeseburger.)  I also realized that I didn’t immediately recognize where her cheeseburger had come from, which was odd, because I thought I had tapped out all of the available places to buy food around my place of business.  Anyway, long story short, she told me what the place was called and how to get there and I bounced off to go acquire me a tasty burger.  The place is a diner, and I got a seat at the bar, explaining that I just wanted my food to go, and was able to order almost immediately.

An old man comes and sits down right next to me.  This is a trifle odd, since there are seven or eight barstools at the bar, and none of the rest of them are occupied, but whatever; maybe it was his barstool, I dunno.  He had one of those faces; dude could have been 65 and he could have been 103.

He begins talking to me immediately, no preamble.  I suspect he’d been carrying on a running conversation with people sitting next to him on those stools for years.  His family is in Mississippi, you see, a bit southwest of Biloxi, and it’s actually snowing in Mississippi right now, and they have no idea what to do about it, and we spent four or five minutes alternately kvetching about the current weather and laughing at how Southerners have no idea what to do with cold or ice.

(I note, looking at a map, that there is very little of Mississippi that could legitimately be described as “southwest of Biloxi,” which is interesting, because that’s definitely what he said.)

Anyway, this goes on for a few minutes, and it’s relatively pleasant and inoffensive, and then he gets real quiet and points his finger at me and thinks for a second.

See, first the Americans and the Russians started putting satellites in space.  Then, a year later, they started putting missiles in space.  And that’s when things started getting really bad, and that’s why it’s cold all the time now.

I go from participating in the conversation, if not enthusiastically at least not begrudgingly, to nodding and smiling and occasionally staring daggers at the waitress if you have killed the cow the burger is done that’s good enough bring it to me now dammit now while she walks by, no doubt laughing on the inside because I’m sure this crazy old fucker corners people with his insane conspiracy theories all the time and I am just his most recent victim.

Then he points at me again, and goes quiet again, and I listen intently, because this was where the first part of the conversation went off the rails, and if it’s gonna happen again I need to be ready.

“The scientists ain’t gonna tell you none of this, y’see,” he says.

“No, sir,” I reply.  “They certainly will not.”

And the waitress cracks up.

And she gets me my burger.

And I go back to work.

It was a tasty burger, by the way.

In which I force myself to complain

tumblr_lbwyf8TfKe1qzkrg9Perhaps the clearest sign that I am utterly burned out as an educator is the fact that tomorrow is the last day of the first round of ISTEP testing and I haven’t even been able to muster up the energy to complain about it.  Today was impressively rough; our principal is out of town, and literally the first words the AP said to me were “Get in here, we’ve got a problem.”

We’d just gotten a call from transportation that they were going to be two hours late picking up some of our kids– kids who had already been waiting at their bus stops for up to half an hour, and some of whom had apparently called the school to tell us that they didn’t have keys to their houses and couldn’t get back in.

This is a fuck-up of astronomical proportions before you get to the part where we’re out fifty or sixty kids on a testing day.  At that point we start looking around to figure out who’s getting fired.  It’s incompetence on a staggering scale, and the worst part is that it’s not terribly surprising, because transportation has been run by morons for literally the entire time I’ve worked in Indiana.

That aside, though: based on rumblings I’ve been hearing from downstate and the insane difficulty level of the “readiness” test they made our kids take twice leading up to the ISTEP, I was concerned that the thing was going to be impossible.  There’s still plenty of time for them to make the multiple-choice portion a huge pain in the ass, but this test looked no different to me in terms of difficulty level than any other ISTEP I’ve administered.  Which is to say: the math was too difficult for most of my kids, but it’s always too difficult for most of my kids, and this particular test was not more too difficult than it has always been.

Whee?