And you thought The Teletubbies were bad. Boohbah is from the same people who brought you those freaky little runts with the tvs in their bellies, and it's the most frightening and disturbing thing I've ever seen. Their web site gives you a small glimpse into this nightmare of gum-ball shaped terror, but nothing compares to the real show (make sure you've got the sound up when you start clicking around that 9-circled pit of despair, by the way). I don't know what these things are supposed to be, but I know that if I ever expect my little boy to sleep in a the dark in a room by himself, I will keep him from watching it.
On the positive side, Boohbah is meant to encourage exercise. The hellish little characters, clearly the product of some sort of hallucinogenic freakout, dance and wiggle throughout the show. I guess the kids who watch are supposed to follow along, but you'd never know this, since the Boohbah demons don't speak beyond blurps and hoo-has and whatnot. They do, however, shift their gigantic cat-like eyes back and forth in a way that I really don't trust. But the most terrifying trait they've got is the ability to retract their heads into their necks. This is a blog about kid stuff, so I'm not going to go into great detail as to what this act resembles, but let's just say the word "uncircumcised" has crossed my mind.
I mean, seriously, if you make it through the opening credit sequence, a montage of kids, sparkles, and various other LSD-inspired, brain-scrambling freakazoids with a completely atonal "singing" of the show's title repeated ad nauseam, then you're a stronger man (or woman) than I am. Plopping your kid down in front of Pink Floyd's The Wall would be less damaging.
And seriously, if this thing ever showed up at our house, I'd go after it with an ice pick:
