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June 26, 2006
Welcome To My Nightmare
Courtesy of Pete, who posted this over at A Perfectly Cromulent Blog while I was in Europe.... ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the single most terrifying minute of my childhood.
I was 37 years old before I finally saw the Mr. Yuk PSA the whole way from beginning to end. The reason for that was that this commercial -- ostensibly designed to make little kids aware of the poison sticker and avoid it -- used to send me into paroxysms of sheer and utter terror when it aired in the early 70s. My six or seven year old self would run screaming hysterically from the living room whenever this commercial even began; that opening with the surreal music, the psychedelic swirls and the evil laugh were enough to scare the living bejesus out of me. No one had to worry about me drinking something from under the counter with that sticker on it. Hell, I wouldn't even go in the same room as anything with Mr. Yuk on it. I'm not kidding, I had night terrors from this f'n commercial for about two years.
And so it was that it was only last week that I finally watched the PSA the whole way through. And I can only conclude after having watched it that the creative minds behind it were sick, evil people who delighted in the idea of torturing small children under the guise of protecting them. Bastards.
And Pete? Thanks for the reminder of my greatest childhood fear while I was sitting in a strange hotel room in a foreign country. I'll be sending you a bill for the extra underwear I had to buy.
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Comments
that is fracking disturbing.
Posted by: thebeav at June 27, 2006 10:44 AM
You also had a major fear of bald men. It seemed to start with the bald guy on Sesame Street, but soon expanded to the general population.
Once, during a routine check-up,a balding Navy doctor walked into the room, and you began screaming, and kept on screaming. I tried to explain the problem; the good doctor left the room, saying I was going to have to calm you down so he could examine you. You soon stopped crying. He returned. The screaming began again. The good doctor told me tersely that I would have to see another doctor and left the room again. For good.
Otherwise, you were fearless!
Posted by: curmymom at June 27, 2006 09:59 PM
That makes my friendship with Doc all the more baffling!
Posted by: Curmudgeon at June 27, 2006 10:05 PM
