“Blog Post. Done.”

I have a bunch of stuff written in pieces, none completed, and I told Rockstar I didn’t have anything to post yet. He recommended these Scratch projects for your viewing pleasure, that he came by in the course of looking for inspiration for his schoolwork (yes, the Year 4s have started on Scratch).

In his words: “Blog post. Done.” (Hit command+R if you don’t see the windows; it’s my first time embedding Scratch :P)

(Link here)

Kids have the most amazing imaginations and creativity. They make egg carton ATM machines and Fashion Week Runway-Worthy outfits from recycled papers and plastic bags and bottle caps and what-not. They have imaginary careers (oh wait, some of us do that too :D). They make imaginary friends*. (Uh…)

Also, Rockstar had a public service message (seriously):

You Are What You Do. <ominous clap of thunder> (and link here)

(Isn’t this hilarious? Rockstar says one (or both) were done by an 11 year old kid “at least he said he was 11, in one of the video’s comments”)

 

ps: *Rockstar’s imaginary friends were aliens named Zippety and Yeeka; the Miss has haughtily declared her friends aren’t imaginary, her friends are real.

They’re real animals. They have real birthday parties.

Remember when the Miss did this to Rockstar's breakfast when he wasn't looking?

Remember when Rockstar couldn’t eat his snack because of the party?

…And they call her on their cellphones for real conversations. 

pic from mentalfloss.com

Yup, these are the things our kids grow up with these days, turning our children to lives of  crime and nail polish -pic from mentalfloss.com

The Miss takes calls from a fish she met in Margaret River last Christmas. Like I’m smart enough to make this stuff up.

 

 

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1 Response to “Blog Post. Done.”

  1. mun says:

    Hope to see Rockstar’s Scratch project too.

    Miss Rockstar is brilliant. Fancy getting a call from a fish. I wouldn’t be able to think that up as a child. Rockstar looked cornered by all the animals. Poor dear.

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