It makes people forget how to do things by hand. :)
My parents recently bought a magic van. You can open and close the side doors by pressing a button on the keys. It's MAGIC! Sort of.
I only bring this up because my mother, aka "Mom Lady," had a senior moment with the magic van.
|Mom Lady with Magic Van... and neighbor's house.|
The other day she got home from the store, and after we brought the groceries in, she tried to close the magic door by using the magic button.
It didn't do anything.
She tried again.
"It's not working." She said, "What are we going to do?"
"I'll get it." I ran over to the magic van, and (amazingly) pulled the door shut.
I turned back around, and Mom Lady was laughing.
"I did it the old fashioned way." I said.
She looked at me, "I didn't even think about that."
*SENIOR HIPPIE MOMENT!*
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "what about combustible craniums and cinematic awesomeness?" Well, hold your freaking horses!
And, uh, can I ride one of your horses?
Anywho, I want to be a filmmaker.
"Yipee!" ...or whatever.
They were going to call it "Brain Flame" or some other name that evokes graphic images of combustible craniums... I still might want to go there, so I don't want to mock them by their actual name. :P
We promptly found their website, and I e-mailed them.
...still no reply.
Evic e-mailed them.
...still no reply.
Since both Mom Lady and Dad Man are supportive of our dreams...
...when they found themselves in said city, only blocks away from said film school, Mom Lady said, "Let's stop by there, and see if they'll talk to us.
They stopped by.
They talked to them.
When Mom Lady and Dad Man returned home they told us all about it. It was AMAZING!!!
Evic and I resolved to go visit them ourselves.
So, a short time later, Evic and I drove up to visit Brain Flame.
Next door to the film school was another "university" with a strange name. I told Evic it was probably a brothel-girl training school. She disagreed. Something about it being illegal, and that my mind was in the gutter.
We made it to Brain Flame.
Upon arrival... we found the doors locked. :(
It seemed that there was a conspiracy to keep Evic and I away from Brain Flame forever.
We discussed the annoyingness of not being able to contact them on the way home.
When I returned home and told Mom Lady about it she said "Oh, we didn't talk to anyone inside the Brain Flame building. You have to go into the brothel school and ask to see the Brain Flame people, and they'll come talk to you."
"So it is a brothel school?"
Okay, at this point I'm making up the brothel school stuff... maybe my mind IS in the gutter???
Anywho... here's a bonus pic for you.
I call it "Heil Hepburn!"