I admit, I've done some dumb isht, I'm probably going to do some more.

Liza is the most consistently talented person in my life when it comes to bringing up some old, old isht from the recesses of my brain that I can hardly believe existed in my memory files at all. Tonight, over IM, I was reminded of this:

Little known fact about me, even to myself: I love claymation. I don't think I officially put it together until last weekend when I found myself watching an claymation kids show on the television at the gym, even though I couldn't access the sound. It was about a blue hippopotomas who was trying to save his snowman friend from melting while in the house, doing things like serving him an ice cream cone or placing him in front of the freezer. In the end, he realized he needed to go outside to spend time with his snowperson, not force the snowperson inside where he does not belong. You need to accept their friends for who they are, just like you accept yourself. That little hippo was way better than the flash power ranger jungle animal kids on the other tv, if only because of its ability to convey an entire narrative without any words.