What the . . . Simon the Chalk-Drawing Kid?
Today: What the Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings?
To bring you today’s WTF? feature I had to dig way, way, waaaaaay down deep into the flashback video vault — so deep that my shovel almost hit a rotting Lamb Chop and Mr. Hooper’s corpse.
Recently some of you shared a few of your beloved and not-so-beloved children’s books after my Wednesday post on Curious George and the Monkey Anus Chocolate. So I was feeling rather nostalgic today for a video from my early childhood.
Simon was a little boy in England who created chalk drawings to entertain himself. Or something. And then they’d come alive.
I loved the cartoon as a kid, but I also found it dark and disturbing. Sure, I often fantasized that my drawings of Rainbow Horny Wings, my hybridized Pegasus-unicorn, would also come alive and take me away to a land where cherry chapstick was served on silver platters. I wanted to escape with my imagination too.
But never did I imagine such horrors as Simon did — car accidents, KGB takeovers, chalkpox.
A few months back, I was discussing Simon with a fellow Gen Xer, an English blogger chum named Richard, and I raised my glass of Tang to this fantastic import His People shipped over to us Yanks.
He had no idea what I was talking about. Which might have something to do with our language barrier. So I typed really slowly so it’d be easier for him to understand me. And I shared this video with him. Nothing. Not a single spark of recognition.
How is that possible? Am I imagining this? You see it too, don’t you?