I don’t know what I expected from all this. I was certain there’d be puppetry involved. Lots of it. High quality puppetry. Stuff with wires and two guys working the thing, one wearing the costume, the other seated across the studio doing the voice. You just convince yourself of these things. Your brain outsmarts itself. Same thing with math.

I thought this endeavor would be a great opportunity. A great résumé builder. A showcase for my animal taming skills, at the least. I never expected to spend so many hours standing inches from a blank wall, staring at the brush strokes. I never anticipated purchasing my own bird costume or continuing to wear it on weekends when no one was looking.

The brochure said the hot potato cart would pay for itself.

And I believed it.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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