I'm with Harold on this one

One of the things I have acquired through cohabitation is a really big package.

From the cable company.

Having once gone over a year without television of any sort (not because I occupied the non-television-watcher's moral high ground, but because I was too effing lazy to call Time Warner), I was perfectly content with Basic Cable -- you know, the one with local big news affiliates, the Turner stations, and about 20 public access channels which always seem to feature people yelling into the camera in Spanish while a parade trudges by in the background. Now, thanks to the presence of a TeeVee-lovin' man in my apartment, I have hundreds of channels PLUS a device which allows me to scroll through future programming and, if I want to, schedule recordings of every television show that contains important keywords (like, "cooking" or "news" or "botched plastic surgery").

So I was perusing the Tuesday morning HBO lineup in the hope that something DVR-worthy might crop up, when I saw that one of my favorite children's books, Harold and the Purple Crayon, had apparently been adapted for television.

It's weird, though. I mean, I remember Harold and his crayon pretty well-- I remember him venturing out at night with the crayon, and using the crayon to draw an ocean, and then, realizing his folly, using it to draw a boat. I remember him using it to draw a tree with some fruit on it. I even remember, at the end of the story, how Harold used his purple crayon to draw himself a bed and some blankets so that he could finally go back to sleep.

I do not, however, remember the part where Harold had an existential crisis:


Next up on HBO Family: Goodnight: Moon, the animated series, in which the Old Lady whispering, "Hush" waits until Bunny falls asleep and then leaves the room and wonders whether she might be gay.