Okay British children's television programmers, it's time to come clean. Just what kind of drugs are you people on? Don't try to tell me that y'all were sober when you created Teletubbies. I ain't buying it.
My suspicions were all but confirmed when Boobah hit the airwaves. How many kilos of Columbian bam bam resulted in the greenlighting of a bunch of candy-colored, space-dwelling, uncircumsized penises teaching our kids to "exercise."
But now, I offer further proof that the Beeb is selling "Tina" along with Walker's Crisps and Bendicks Bittermints at the commissary: The Hoobs. I mean, come on. Just. Just stop. Honestly.
On a related note, a panel on the future of children's television programming was recently held in New York. Blogger Fuse #8 checked it out and posted an excellent analysis of the goings-on. In a nutshell: blame that asshole Barney for everything.
