He's been home less than 48 hours and we've already had a conversation "about that guy who looks like that guy but it isn't him." But more on that later.
We all know the story of the "Rats with Little Nike Shoes", right? If you don't, you should. Its a part of history, according to DG. We also know that DG and the boy (who is over six feet tall and almost nineteen years old) went to North Carolina for five weeks. Yes, five weeks...
This is a story told to me by the boy:
While they were in NC, they went to the Outer Banks. Now, I don't know for sure if its the Outer Banks or just Outer Banks. At any rate, while on the way there, they crossed a bridge. If you're familiar with bridges over water that lead to or are near the ocean, you're aware that they're high bridges to accommodate boats and waves and such. Along this particular bridge, there were dozens of dead seagulls. They were apparently hit by vehicles or felled by a storm or whatever- they were dead. The boy referred to them as being "piles of feathers and blood" at times.
DG said: "They were hit by cars because they're young. They don't know no better to fly higher."
The Boy: "What about those, Dad? Those are adult seagulls."
DG: "They're old. They committed suicide because they couldn't take it anymore."
So, I asked why the story wasn't longer. I mean, look at the Rats story, right? DG toned it down because his parents were there and he was either embarrassed to be himself (because, come on, this is absolutely him, you can't fake this kind of hilarity) or he didn't think they'd "get it".
Me: "What about Nike shoes? Didn't they have little Nike shoes?"
DG: "No, of course not! Don't be redikkalus! *ridiculous* They're birds, they can fly. Except when they get hit by a vehicle."
The daughter, Ceej, exclaimed, "They can't wear Nike shoes, they've got weird-shaped feet!"
Good point. Hopefully, we can coax the story out of him as the days go on...
Earlier this week, Regretsy decided a pumpkin carving contest was in order. Oh, I do love Regretsy. But, I also knew that my attempt at pumpkin carving would be no match for the awesome artisans who submit to Regretsy contests. But, I tried anyway. I didn't submit my pumpkin, but I completed it and showed to the Regretsians (of which I am one).
So, after I carved our pumpkin, I was looking for something to make fake blood out of since my Sharpie marker wasn't giving me the effect I wanted. So, I used honey mixed with red food coloring. I had to get DG to reach the honey for me, because I'm short. He watched me squeeze a generous amount into a glass bowl.
He asked, "What are you doing?"
I replied, as I mixed in copious amounts of red food coloring, "I'm making blood for the pumpkin."
DG: "Why are you using honey?"
Me: "Because we don't have any Karo syrup. Why, what do you do to make blood?"
DG, "I'd just punch someone in the face."
And you know how he is by now... he waited several long moments and then added, "Maybe I'd cut myself shaving."
Here's a photo of my non-submitted-but-still-loved-by-Regrestians pumpkin.
About an hour before I started this blog, DG decided to see what new movies were "on Demand". He found one called "Legion" with Dennis Quaid and Paul Bettany. Now, I didn't argue, because I loves me some Paul Bettany and Dennis Quaid is a bonus... and it turns out, its pretty star-filled in general.
Now, I'm not out to spoil anything for anyone, so don't worry. The actor we had the conversation about is named Lucas Black. Most would remember him from such fine films as "Sling Blade" and "Ghosts of Mississippi"... but here's how we got to how DG knows him.
DG: "That kid, right there. He's not River Phoenix. I know he's not because he's dead."
Me: "You're right. Acting is difficult to do once you've passed away."
DG: "So who is he? He's that guy. That guy who looks like River Phoenix."
Really, at this point, I'm pretty surprised that DG even knows who the hell River Phoenix is, but, since I do know how he thinks, I said, "Are you talking about his brother, Joaquin Phoenix?"
DG: "That's not him."
Me: "I know that's not him. That's not Joaquin Phoenix or anyone who looks like any of the Phoenixes... what are you talking about?"
DG: *rubbing his fingers together, like that helps me* "He's that guy who was in that movie."
Me: "Which movie?"
DG: *sighing* "The one where they rode horses through the desert."
I can hear you all now. "What the hell? How many movies are out there with horses and the desert!? How do you know these things!?"
Well, I'll tell you... I have an astounding memory for useless trivia. It comes in quite handy at times. I'm fairly fun, pretty informed and I can fake my way through almost any conversational situation (except sports, but I'm also a chick, so no one expects me to know anything about sports. Sexist, but true).
So, when DG said, "The one where they rode horses through the desert..." I said, "Yes! That's him! That's Lucas Black and he was in "All the Pretty Horses" directed by Billy Bob Thornton."
After that, I felt like bowing. Like a Shakespearean actor receiving a standing ovation. I damn near jumped to my feet and bowed. "That guy who looks like River Phoenix but isn't his brother and doesn't really look like the Phoenix family at all and was in that movie where they rode horses through the desert." That's right. I knew what he was talking about.
On a completely unrelated note, there are still plenty of birdhouses available through the Disabled Guy Family etsy shop. I even added some Autumnal photos to the mix.