Day 19. 49 pages, 23,678 words.
I lost my Spongebob Squareginity last night.
Yes, I sat down with Wump and randomly Netflix’d around until she said “that one”. Then we sat and enjoyed the feature-length movie, which I guess was a bit more family-friendly and less spaced-out and weird than the TV shows, but I’m not sure since I haven’t seen any of them. This was plenty weird enough.
I can’t believe the voice talent they had in this movie! Clancy Brown? Jeffrey Tambor? Scarlett Johansson? Alec Baldwin?
And The Hoff!
Anyway, this was a wacky and quite fun movie, and I’m not entirely sure how much of it Wump understood. Certainly there were layers to it and she was wondering why I was chuckling from time to time, but there was also a sufficiently simple primary storyline for a four-year-old to follow. It was sort of a blend between Snorks and Ren and Stimpy. Which is exactly as surreal as it sounds, I assure you in the unlikely event you haven’t seen the show or movies.
 Or massively stoned twenty-something-year-old.
And the best part of all? At the end, adorably, a familiar old song played over the credits.
I started singing along with it. Wump was stunned. “Hey,” she said in outrage, “how do you know how to sing this song?”
“Well sweetie, that song is by a band called Ween, that papa used to listen to when he was a weird teenager.”