M’s been going to camp this summer at our local art school, the place where emo kids go to acquire the skills they need to blossom into bitter, angry adults whose cutting-edge work with trash bags and duct tape no one really understands (insert some complaint/accusation about The Man/The System/Humans-as-lemmings here). She of course LOOOOVES it, just as I suspected she would, being that she’s the product of two creative(ish) geeks who’d rather be inside a nice, air-conditioned library on a warm summer day than out in the allergen-laden “fresh air” and cancer-inducing “sunshine,” doing “activities” that involve things like “moving.” I mean, PLEASE.
Behold the fruit of the fruit of my loins’ genetically transmitted nerdacity:
Her: “It’s a wizard dreaming of a cat surfing, a cat bird, a girl he loves, a half.jpgg half-horse, and a fairy!” Man, that horse.jpgg is straight out of Picasso’s Guernica, huh? (Art nerd reference fever! CATCH IT!)
Her: “I accidentally made his ears look like monkey ears.” Bork Obm = AWESOME. (Also, wasn’t Bork Obm the name of a character in one of the later Star Wars pre/se-quels?)
Her: “They’re blueprints for those things, so if you’re a good builder you can make them.” (The Computer Aided Drafting & Design software used to make these blueprints apparently did not have spell check.) (Unless that car is a Honda CR, and the robot’s name happens to be Rob T?) (What? I like to give people the benefit of the doubt!)
She’s SO going to be Ally Sheedy’s character in The Breakfast Club, isn’t she?
FINGERS CROSSED!
