D'art (Kid Stuff)
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jheti
ETA: After some consideration, the pretty book with the lion story is probably a version of the tale The Camel and His Friends.
I went to the art museum, and they had an exhibit displaying art by the almighty creator of DINOSAUR BOB.
Oh! I lack sufficient words for this book. Obtain the Bob, comprehend the Bob, praise be to Bob. It is my second-favorite book from childhood.
There is a beautiful new one, The Leaf Men and the Brave Good Bugs, and just, yes.
Fair warning: he has since gone on to create Rolie Polie Ollie. He has a screamingly yellow homepage here.
My most favorite infantile book was/is Pat the Bunny. I am a very tactile Jheti and it is A TACTILE BOOK. I sneer at your Aristotelian concepts and spurn your words of vocabulary with deeply scornful scorn. Who needs lessons? I has a bunny. <3
There is also an absolutely gorgeous book I can't remember the name of. Hardback, heavy, rough vinyl cream-colored cover, and all I recall of the story is that it's about the lion in the jungle, and he's not a good king, and there is a camel and a monkey, and the ART. Is deep, vibrant colors and has an arabesque motif. The lion is sad-eyed and has an indolent air about him.
I can't for the life of me remember its name. I rememeber the lettering was done with gold ink, and I thought that classy. (Preliterate!memory ftw. Hey, it was the '80's! XD)
I have a half-forgotten memory of a book, too, from when I was about seven, and really too old for these kinds of tales, but there was a unicorn and a goblin and rubies were important to the plot, which had the usual "without my horn I'll die!" fixture to it and shades of Rumpelstiltskin, and DAMN.
I have given up on ever finding the white book with dazzling pencil illustrations of the Fairy Queen's attempt to spirit away a young boy. I thought it was a Caldecott book; I am wrong. There is no hope for it. I speculate it was published no earlier than 1960 and not later than 1990, as I discovered it in 1989, and it's probably out of print, you know.
Apparently, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs makes people uncomfortable?
FOOD RAINS FROM THE SKY. OKAY. *Murr.*
In conclusion: children's books are srys biz.
O WAIT I NOT DONE:
IT R FUN WITH WORDS TIEM. YUS.
Because I see this cropping the hell up all over the place lately.
Adverse IS NOT averse. Watch.
You are averse to things you do not like. For instance, "Fred was averse to tuna fish, but he thought salmon was awesome."
If our friend Fred were adverse to tuna fish, that would literally mean that "Fred is bad for tuna."
Notice that he could be adverse to them by eating them, but he probably wouldn't eat them, because he is averse to them.
Yeah.
I went to the art museum, and they had an exhibit displaying art by the almighty creator of DINOSAUR BOB.
Oh! I lack sufficient words for this book. Obtain the Bob, comprehend the Bob, praise be to Bob. It is my second-favorite book from childhood.
There is a beautiful new one, The Leaf Men and the Brave Good Bugs, and just, yes.
Fair warning: he has since gone on to create Rolie Polie Ollie. He has a screamingly yellow homepage here.
My most favorite infantile book was/is Pat the Bunny. I am a very tactile Jheti and it is A TACTILE BOOK. I sneer at your Aristotelian concepts and spurn your words of vocabulary with deeply scornful scorn. Who needs lessons? I has a bunny. <3
There is also an absolutely gorgeous book I can't remember the name of. Hardback, heavy, rough vinyl cream-colored cover, and all I recall of the story is that it's about the lion in the jungle, and he's not a good king, and there is a camel and a monkey, and the ART. Is deep, vibrant colors and has an arabesque motif. The lion is sad-eyed and has an indolent air about him.
I can't for the life of me remember its name. I rememeber the lettering was done with gold ink, and I thought that classy. (Preliterate!memory ftw. Hey, it was the '80's! XD)
I have a half-forgotten memory of a book, too, from when I was about seven, and really too old for these kinds of tales, but there was a unicorn and a goblin and rubies were important to the plot, which had the usual "without my horn I'll die!" fixture to it and shades of Rumpelstiltskin, and DAMN.
I have given up on ever finding the white book with dazzling pencil illustrations of the Fairy Queen's attempt to spirit away a young boy. I thought it was a Caldecott book; I am wrong. There is no hope for it. I speculate it was published no earlier than 1960 and not later than 1990, as I discovered it in 1989, and it's probably out of print, you know.
Apparently, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs makes people uncomfortable?
FOOD RAINS FROM THE SKY. OKAY. *Murr.*
In conclusion: children's books are srys biz.
O WAIT I NOT DONE:
IT R FUN WITH WORDS TIEM. YUS.
Because I see this cropping the hell up all over the place lately.
Adverse IS NOT averse. Watch.
You are averse to things you do not like. For instance, "Fred was averse to tuna fish, but he thought salmon was awesome."
If our friend Fred were adverse to tuna fish, that would literally mean that "Fred is bad for tuna."
Notice that he could be adverse to them by eating them, but he probably wouldn't eat them, because he is averse to them.
Yeah.
