Archive for August, 2013

Harry Potter Meets Dinos

Mark listens to Harry Potter audiobooks every night while he’s going to sleep.  He also has a set of plastic dinosaurs that converse as they fight.  Which is how this came about:

Plastic Maiasaur:  “My father was a plant-eater, like me.”

Plastic Brachiosaur:  “It turns out my father was a carnivore.  Bit of a nasty shock when I found out.”

 

Sly Sam Strikes Again

Sam doesn’t often get zingers in on his siblings.  But when he does, they’re subtly hilarious.

So Kate was cooking herself scrambled eggs for breakfast.  Apparently she dropped a hair on the burner, because the house filled with the stench of burning hair.  Sam comes out of his room.

Sam:  “What stinks?”

Me:  “That’s what hair smells like when it burns.  Kate must have got a hair on the burner.”

Sam comes over and inspects Kate, frowning sympathetically.  “Leaned too close and singed your mustache, huh?”

Universal Studios Makes Mark’s Day

So we visited Universal Studios.  The Wizarding World of Harry Potter was pretty awesome.  Much geeking out all around (“Look!  There’s Honeydukes!  Look!  The Hogwarts Express!”

Then we got to the Marvel Studios area, and Mark’s life reached an height of bliss he may never experience again.

There were costumed superheroes out and about, and people were waiting in line to have their pictures taken with them.  The line to see Wolverine was too long, but Mark, not being a superhero sexist like apparently the REST of the crowd, headed over to Rogue and Storm, who were more or less fan-deprived.

They struck a pose, ready for a picture, but that’s not what Mark wanted.  He wanted to talk to them.  He had an urgent message.  He needed to MAKE CONTACT WITH HIS PEOPLE.

Mark:  “I also have mutant powers.”

Rogue:  “Oh?”

Mark:  “Yes.  I used some of the X-men’s DNA and injected myself in my SECRET LAB and gave myself MUTANT POWERS.”

Storm:  “What can you do?”

Mark:  “I am half made of METAL and I am invincible.”

Rogue:  “Who is your favorite X-man?”

Mark (ever the diplomat):  “You.”

Rogue:  “Aaaah!  You’re so sweet.  Why don’t you come meet the rest of the group?”

Which is how Mark got to go backstage and meet ALL the costumed superheroes.

Lord love these people.  They let him talk and talk, and never broke character.Image

Cylops:  “Who do you fight?”

Mark:  “A supervillain named TechnoEvil”

Cyclops:  “TechnoEvil?  He must be new.  I’ve never heard of him.  Storm, are you taking notes, so we can put this into the computer when we get back to HQ?”

Storm:  “On it.”

Spidey:  “What if Rogue touches you?  Will she get your powers?”

Mark:  “No, no, that won’t work.  I have a repeller plate under my SKIN.”

Wolverine:  “We have to recruit this kid.  I don’t want to fight him.”

I’d like to say Mark recognized how awesome these superhero actors were being to him.  But really what was going on is that as far as he was concerned, someone had finally acknowledged WHO HE REALLY IS, and accepted it all as his due.

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