November 4, 2009
Hallowe’en is over on the calendar but not in my heart.
Here are my favourite costumes of the year:
This eighteen-month old girl dressed as Dwight Schrute. Via.
I did not become a Lackawanna County Volunteer Sheriff's Deputy to make friends. And by the way, I haven't.
This woman painstakingly mixed colours to go as Low Resolution. Love it.
This looks shopped. I can tell from some of the pixels and from seeing quite a few shops in my time.
And what about these adorable munchkins, the charming offspring of a lovely couple I know? Well, for starters, the little girl is sporting one of my favourite types of costumes, the “my legs become the legs of the thing I’m riding on” type of costume. I actually have an entire folder containing photos of these costumes, since I keep meaning to do a compilation post about them. Nice choice, Princess. And as for the little boy, I lost my mind of the cuteness when my friend reported in mid-October that he had asked to go a puffer fish for Hallowe’en. His parents were pulling their hair out trying to figure out how to make this costume, but the final product is amazing.
Please do not give these children any balloons today.
According to his mom,
…Absolutely no one knew he was a puffer fish at first sight (no surprise since he looked a bit more like a disco land mine) except this one lady who was immediately like, “Puffer fish! My husband’s gotta see this! He’s in the seafood industry.”
So full of win! Happy Ween, everybunny.
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I was Barack Obama for Hallowe’en last year (I’m a girl!)…
and my costume turned out pretty OK, check it out!
October 10, 2009
Adorable French toddlers watching an outdoor play in the 1960s:
Look at the little guys holding hands!
All art should enrapture its audience like this.
These are old Life Magazine pics, which I found via Marieaunet.
May 18, 2009
Asher, age 5 – “What’s taller? An ant, or an anteater?”
Asher’s mother – “Um, anteater.”
Asher (with glee) – “Sorry, wrong answer, the ant is sitting on top of the anteater!”
(What, you need some images of anteaters dressed in 1980s toddler clothing to properly accompany this delectable joke? No probs.)
April 30, 2009
The little boy is Tan Hong Ming. The little girl is Omi Kazrina. This video is rated A for adorable.
I think the final message is supposed to be like OMG, Malaysia, little kids from different ethnic groups can get along!!11! But it’s kind of confusing if you don’t pay attention to the names or look too closely; you might not notice that the kids are so “different”. I just want to pay for them to have a romantic dinner (pizza and chicken nuggets by candlelight, maybe) and record the whole thing for cuteness posterity. Is that wrong?
March 23, 2009
This is a really interesting, in-depth article about the #1 childrens’ entertainer in Washington- The Great Zucchini, who does birthday parties for DC yuppie preschoolers, making over 100K a year on a 2-day workweek. The guy is a surprising mess of innocence and insight, and the article is a damn solid piece of journalism. Fascinating read.
At the moment, the Great Zucchini was trying and failing to blow up a balloon, letting it whap him in the face, hard. Then he poured water on his head. Not to put too fine a point on it, but the Great Zucchini was behaving like a complete idiot.
The birthday boy’s aunt saw me taking notes. “You’re writing a story about him?” she asked, amused. I confirmed that I was.
“But . . . why?” she asked.
A few feet away, the Great Zucchini was pretending to be afraid of his own hand.
“I mean, are you that desperate?” she asked.
After the peekaboo age, but before the age of [more] sophisticated understanding, dwells the preschooler. His sense of humor is more than infantile but less than truly perceptive. He comprehends irony but not sarcasm. He lacks knowledge but not feeling. The central fact of his world — and the central terror to be overcome — is his own powerlessness. This is where the Great Zucchini works his magic.
… He behaves like no adult in these preschoolers’ world, making himself the dimwitted victim of every gag. He thinks a banana is a telephone, and answers it. He can’t find the birthday boy when the birthday boy is standing right behind him. Every kid in the room is smarter than the Great Zucchini; he gives them that power over their anxieties.
On the floor in front of us, the kids — 2-, 3- and 4-year-olds — were convulsed in laughter. Literally. They were rolling on the carpeted floor, holding their tummies, mouths agape, little teeth jubilantly bared, squealing with abandon. In the vernacular of stand-up, the Great Zucchini was killing.
Full article is longish, but a very compelling read. It’s here; via Kottke.