The orange one always lasts
There are some things from childhood that I will always fancy and never grow tired of. I'm not sure if it's nostalgic romanticizing, or that some things in the eighties were just Hella Epically Awesome (HEA for short). I am inclined to go with the HEA theory, and this video is evidence of that. This montage blew my mind when I first saw it, and it does so to this day (thank you TBW, for yon mad youtube skilling).
So wait wait wait, let me get this straight: a montage of how crayons are made? Gazing into the tip of the crayon in a daydream sequence? Little crayons popping out of their mould? Old man with glasses picking them up with his bare hands (BARE HANDS!)? Old lady in the smock? 46, 847 crayons? No, 46,848! Packing them into wooden crates? Germanic machine shuffling them into order? Oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd. It's. Just. So. Beautiful.
posted by Sharon at 12:45 a.m.
2 Comments:
Watching crayon video make Voska think how tasty everything looked.
Remind Voska of when he was in Grade 1/2 in Canada and after several incidents, Voska not allowed using crayons anymore, because he try to eat them.
Not fault of Voska that crayons smelled so good, and looked so pretty and that Voska no have food in Poland so he hungry be...no fault!
Stupid Teachers
A little wax never hurt no Voska. How else Voska be strong like ox?
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