No, I haven’t seen it yet. . . I will though. I watched the young actor actually named Max on Conan the other night. . . he was so nervous and tried to be so cool and grown-up. . . and then he told a wet fart story and the 12 year old showed up very completely in his silly boy laughter. I do have a silly boy too who laughs at farts, I also have a large shady damp yard that is a welcoming home to large crops of moss and mushrooms. . . I have counted over a dozen varieties this season. They are so mysterious, almost like a plant married a sea anemone and they birthed these spongey children in the grass. Marshall and I spend alot of time wandering around the yard hunting for clusters of mushrooms. In order to deter him from eating or squishing them I tell him they are Yucky Babies. “yucky” to prevent the temptation of biting one, “baby” so he knows to treat them gently. Though I do confess I let him stomp the withering ones with his blue boots.
Yes, the mushroom Max is indeed cut from a white milk jug, and yes, I may have super-glued my fingers together while positioning the tails on the their behinds.
Notes: please visit Terrible Yellow Eyes, my fabulous bro-in-law and also friend Cory Godbey’s site, and also page through the forts on BOOOOOOOM! though I think that far too many of the forts are just a bit too cool for school and Maurice would not approve of the Indie-ifying of his story. . .