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More Embarrassment

So last weekend y’all got The Grandpa Twins. This weekend it’s Coo News at 8:30, aka “The Most Depressing News Channel Ever.”

Not sure what a coo is? Read this.

That “accent” I’m using is how coos talk.

Also, sorry about it getting all warbly at the end. This was at the very end of the tape.

Heb, Ola, and Peb

So you all should love it when I have absolutely nothing to blog about, as that usually results in me dredging up some embarrassing piece of nonsense that I wrote/drew/acted in the distant past in order to fill the day’s blog post quota.

Example: Today’s post, in which I scan the pages of a children’s story I wrote in first grade. It was a coo story, because I was all about the coos back then. I wrote/illustrated the story in first grade, but in 1997 (fourth grade? Third grade? I dunno), I made a “fancy” copy of it where I typed out everything in Word and re-drew the illustrations to make it look better than the original first grade scrawl. I also made all the “official book info” by copying almost directly from the inside page of a Babysitter’s Club book.

So enjoy. (Note: their names are pronounced “heeb,” “OH-lay,” and “peeb”)

 

Plots are hard when you’re a first grader.

More Coos

So here’s a new project that I want to start but probably never will!

Y’all remember my post on coos, the imaginary beings that my friend GE and I created in first grade? Well, I was thinking how cool it would be to make like a little field guide/encyclopedia about coos, kind of like Wil Huygen’s “Gnomes” book.

It could discuss the evolution of the coo, coo biology and reproduction, habitat, behavior, all that stuff. It would be pretty cool if I could ever actually convince myself to start working on it.

Anyway.

Stuff of Olde

HAHA. So.

I was digging through a drawer of all my old notebooks/papers/whatever/crap ‘cause I needed to find something specific for reasons I won’t go into here.

But at the bottom of the drawer, I found the one old journal I kept from first grade. I wrote a lot in first grade. A lot. I probably had over 20 journals full of coo stories (what’s a coo?). Granted, my writing was HUGE back then and I padded the stories with a lot of illustrations, but it was still quite a lot of writing for a first grader, in my opinion.

So in the spirit of nostalgia, have some scanned pages of the notebook I found today.

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Dream Factory

So last night I had a dream about Coos.

Coos are these:

Coos were a Coos were beings my friend G.E. and I came up with in kindergarten and developed over the course of a couple years in elementary school. When we became these different beings, we entered into this entire kingdom/social structure we had developed along with them. He was king, I was queen. At the height of the Coo’s popularity, we had practically our entire first grade class (22/23 kids) plus a lot of kids from 2nd and 3rd grade.

My and G.E.’s popularity paralleled that of our game (though it certainly wasn’t a game to us; it was life).

And then came the inevitable decline. I remember the exact moment things went wrong and I could recite it minute-for-minute to you as if it happened yesterday, but I’m not going to. It’s a very depressing memory and I don’t feel like going into my little pit of despair today, so let’s just skip over it.

In the end, the popularity of Coos began to decline after its height in first grade. By the time fourth grade was over, I was the only true Coo left. But regardless of their relatively short-lived existence (though I guess four grades is a LONG time to a little kid), Coos were an impactful part of my life. I’d written over 10 journals’ worth of stories about them, three or so 70-page “novels” about them, and had a myriad million art projects surrounding them (I even made a big 3D one out of clay once).

I don’t think about them often, mainly because I’m rarely (if ever) in contact with anyone who WAS a Coo way back in the ‘90s (holy freaking crap, I sound old now). So it was strange to dream about them.

Strange indeed.