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dancing_crow) wrote2018-06-17 08:26 pm
dancing_crow) wrote2018-06-17 08:26 pm
DARE for food?
I'm slightly dizzy from fumes - I've been working steadily on the food play props, and having spent most of Friday hunched over a hot keyboard making fake Trix and Froot by the Fut wrappers, I have them in hand from the printers and can attach them tomorrow. I have three different adhesives to use depending on that I'm glueing to what, and they all stink. The spray adhesive is the most problematic, and that should be applied to the surfaces outside, especially the acreage required to cover four boxes.
Alice wants them to sing the Healthy Snacks song from Blue's Clues and be done with it. Al calls it DARE for food - simplistic, possibly damaging propaganda. I think it isn't damaging so much as simplistic, and leaving no room for individual circumstances and understanding and preferences. Also, there is something that belongs here about social justice, but I'm too tired to tell you what you know already.
These props have never been so well engineered. Previous ones were papered with, well, paper, and held together with layers of clear packing tape, and some boxes were stuffed with paper to help them keep their shape, and had the real logos taped over with colors of electricians tape... They could have been worse? They could have been held together with scotch tape and staples, I guess. Al says they don't know how much better these will be. I hope he's right. I hope they appreciate it, even a little.
Then I have nothing left but table cloths with stars, that will be ...stitched on? velcro-ed on? she is not yet telling me. And some spinning plates to come in, one to be painted in My Plate colors and sealed.
M came over to talk sea monster, and back porch destruction. The sea monster will be on display July 21, Easthampton and Paint Box Theater are co-sponsoring Pirate Day and we get to put something in the Easthampton pond (!!). M is delighted to have a hobby, I'm delighted to have an engineer on tap, we are very pleased with each other. The back deck is going into an dumpster, and then we get to decide on grass or pavers or what, and figure out how to have some privacy from the neighbors to the left. They are the ones that got really shrieky and shouty and borderline abusive when there was a neighborhood rat problem, blaming it entirely on us. They have cheered up now the rats are no longer visible, but I am, I think, justifiably wary of further interactions.
Alice wants them to sing the Healthy Snacks song from Blue's Clues and be done with it. Al calls it DARE for food - simplistic, possibly damaging propaganda. I think it isn't damaging so much as simplistic, and leaving no room for individual circumstances and understanding and preferences. Also, there is something that belongs here about social justice, but I'm too tired to tell you what you know already.
These props have never been so well engineered. Previous ones were papered with, well, paper, and held together with layers of clear packing tape, and some boxes were stuffed with paper to help them keep their shape, and had the real logos taped over with colors of electricians tape... They could have been worse? They could have been held together with scotch tape and staples, I guess. Al says they don't know how much better these will be. I hope he's right. I hope they appreciate it, even a little.
Then I have nothing left but table cloths with stars, that will be ...stitched on? velcro-ed on? she is not yet telling me. And some spinning plates to come in, one to be painted in My Plate colors and sealed.
M came over to talk sea monster, and back porch destruction. The sea monster will be on display July 21, Easthampton and Paint Box Theater are co-sponsoring Pirate Day and we get to put something in the Easthampton pond (!!). M is delighted to have a hobby, I'm delighted to have an engineer on tap, we are very pleased with each other. The back deck is going into an dumpster, and then we get to decide on grass or pavers or what, and figure out how to have some privacy from the neighbors to the left. They are the ones that got really shrieky and shouty and borderline abusive when there was a neighborhood rat problem, blaming it entirely on us. They have cheered up now the rats are no longer visible, but I am, I think, justifiably wary of further interactions.