Rocket: What the hell are you doing with those scissors?
Skylark: I’m going to cut some pictures out of this Victorian clip art book, so I can decoupage this lunch box.
Rocket: (Snatches the book from Skylark’s hands in the nick of time.) Dude, this is not a Dover clip art book of Victorian art. This is Edward Gorey’s Amphigorey Also. It’s a book from 1983 and it still has that copyright stuff that’s legal and shit, so it’s not in the public domain.
Skylark: Copyright laws can eat my ass.
Rocket: Plus, I’m borrowing it from Vas.
Skylark: Ooh that’s a pity. I wanted to use the color picture of the frog on a bicycle.
Rocket: Tough titty, itty bitty. This is contemporary ficton
Skylark: Really? The artwork looks a bit dated.
Rocket: It’s not dated, it’s retro.
Skylark: As in pseudo-vintage?
Rocket: I guess. It looks old.
Skylark: It’s wonderfully intricate, but I wish the linework wasn’t so busy in some of the pieces. Overall, the style is charming and pleasing to the eye and it is meticulously executed. I think that has a lot to do with why I wanted to decorate my Victorian-themed lunch box with some of the art.
Rocket: The art is cute, but wait until I read the Gorey’s stories to you, they are uporary with just a tiny bit of phantasmagory.
Skylark: Leave the poetry to me, okay.
Rocket: What’s wrong with my poetry? I’m just trying to get into the groove for this review.
Skylark: Ew.
Rocket: Oh, whatever you crochety green-haired bastard. This book is weird fun for the whole family, although really tiny kids might be scared by some of the stories and art.
Skylark: I am disappointed I can’t make decoupage with it.
Rocket: Sorry. Here, use this book instead. Oh yeah, and this one is pretty sweet too.
Skylark: I will have the best lunch box ever!
Rocket: By the way, why are you decorating a lunch box with a Victorian theme?
Skylark: It’s pretty and I want to give that incredibly hot HIV-positive goth guy I met the other day a lovely gift. You know, a bunch of adult implements in a really cute container. If I impress him, I might be able to get him into b… (Skylark nearly incriminates himself and stops talking.)
Rocket: (Suspicious.) Get him into what?
Skylark: Um… I gotta go Rocket, I have an appointment at the… um… hair salon, yeah, the hair salon. (Runs away.)
Rocket: (Chases after Skylark.) You bastard, you’re going to cheat on me with a goth dude. You slut! I’m gonna kill you.
