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You can't fill your eyes or perhaps even your brain.
Yet I've had plenty of things slip away from my mind.
Still I never tire of looking at beautiful or interesting things.
 
I swear I don't work for PlutoTV (in case I mention it too frequently), but in this hockey offseason it's been a lot of fun to have on in the background as I fart around on the internet. This week I have been watching this show Hot Ones where this dude interviews people as they eat progressively hotter chicken wings.
That is not what I expected a show called Hot Ones to be about.
 
I wonder why they call a horse's head on a stick a hobby horse.

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I wonder why they call a horse's head on a stick a hobby horse.


How about "terrifying?" I had a rocking horse when I was a kid. It was one of the maniacal kinds, with flaming eyes, sneering teeth, like it'd emerged from hell. I was five or six and It scared the absolute crap out of me. I turned it around so it wouldn't look at me when I slept. Then I took to dragging it out into the hallway when that didn't work. Eventually my dad was like, I don't think Homer likes his rocking horse too much, a brilliant piece of deduction coming from a man with like three PhDs.
 
How about "terrifying?" I had a rocking horse when I was a kid. It was one of the maniacal kinds, with flaming eyes, sneering teeth, like it'd emerged from hell. I was five or six and It scared the absolute crap out of me. I turned it around so it wouldn't look at me when I slept. Then I took to dragging it out into the hallway when that didn't work. Eventually my dad was like, I don't think Homer likes his rocking horse too much, a brilliant piece of deduction coming from a man with like three PhDs.

Reminds me -- when he was younger my son was a big Garfield fan; knowing this, one his teacher aides bought him a stuffed Garfield, except it was a bright red, devilsh one, with jagged teeth and sharp black eyes. Scared the crap out of my son. That Garfield spent a few months hidden away on the top shelf of his closet, then off to Goodwill. I guess as adults we sometimes overlook the impact of imagery on young minds.
 
Oh, and the clown night light. Jesus fuck, the clown night light! That was my mother's idea. Let's take another terrifying archetype and light it up in an otherwise darkened room to make it even scarier! No wonder I can't sleep more than 5 hours a night, 40 years later. This isn't it exactly but it's close:

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When I was about five, an older child warned me to never look into a mirror in a dark room lest a horrible monster emerge and tear out my hair. Sixty-five years later, I reaize I still automatically avoid looking into dark mirrors.
 
There's that old saying, that clowns after midnight are not funny.
 
The "giving children scary things" talk made me think of that flashback episode of The Simpsons where Homer makes Bart the clown bed. "Now you can laugh yourself to sleep!"

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Oh and this was inspired by one of the writer's real life experiences where his father made him a creepy bed similar to this one.
 
Apparently when I was 3 years old, Santa left a rocking horse in some nook he found in the small 2-up 2-down that housed me, my parents and my 8 older siblings at the time. The head fell off immediately on Christmas day and seems each of the 6 eldest had had a go, and each left thinking they had knocked the head off. We still don't know who was first to decapitate the poor little pony.
 
Decapitated ponies, scary clowns, and Garfield on a stick. What a conversation. If I have nightmares tonight, I'm waking every one of you up with midnight phone calls.
 
The "giving children scary things" talk made me think of that flashback episode of The Simpsons where Homer makes Bart the clown bed. "Now you can laugh yourself to sleep!"

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Oh and this was inspired by one of the writer's real life experiences where his father made him a creepy bed similar to this one.

Yes, Al Jean. Here's the relevant video on YouTube: Can't sleep ... clown'll eat me.

That's one of the freakiest things I'd ever seen on The Simpsons. It must be especially freaky for Bart, since he's only 2 years old at the time. :eek:
 
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