Gumby has invaded my house.
No, not that one. That one, I can take.
The little kids have discovered their older brother's VHS tapes from back when he was a wee lad. One of them is this one:
It is no better than it was back in the day. I often wondered what Austin saw in it back in 1995. Now, with all of the super-special animation junk and special effects in movies, I am really stumped as to the appeal of it to Hunter and Chase. But every day, yes every single day, at least once a day, I get a request to pop this movie in. It is sooooo verrrrrrry mind-numbing. Fo' real, though. I can be nostalgic, in fact, I really hate change, but Gumby should just live in our distant memories. I would say that I am just waiting for the VHS tape to break (hurry up, already), but I know I will just be scouring the Internet, looking for it on DVD, since the boys like it so much.
Now, this is my kind of claymation.
Yeah. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I'm Gumby, dammit!
Posted by Trace at 6:47 PM
Labels: At least it's not Barney
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*L* Gumby....ah yes. haha I've never really been a fan, but as you said - at least it isn't Barney. I am so very thankful that my daughter finds that big purple dinosaur annoying as well.
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