One of the many things The Pilot and I happen to share is an interest in photography and making films so it was only natural when we decided that we were going to create a claymation animation over the weekend because we are grown adults who can do whatever we want and who cares if the kitchen sink was full of dishes from that whole week we didn't want to bother to clean yet? We do what we want.
So we ran out to Walmart and bought a shitwack of play dough and clay and rushed home giggling like children and full of excitement over what we were going to do.
"We should do something about Bowie!" The Pilot declared and I quickly got to work creating a little clay Bowie that looked hideously deformed but somehow managed to capture the asshole-ish spirit my dog embodies.
"And there is going to be a fire hydrant!" Exclaimed The Pilot as he quickly got to work on the fire hydrant.
"And Grover!" He announced after he had done the fire hydrant and I was forced to do a double take because did he honestly just say he was going to put Grover into our movie? And yes, yes he did say that and then what happened to our storyline quickly degraded into a short animation of Grover eating crap.
Yup, that's right. Our first production is Grover eating dog crap. I'm not sure if I should be disgruntled or insanely proud of ourselves.