Summertime Aspies, Aspies in the Summer (Time)

Gather round, dudes... it’s time to sing along to the true story of summer vacation fun with a bunch of Aspies, to the tune of Summertime Lovin', Lovin' in the Summer (Time). Careful, don’t get it stuck in your head. It goes like this.


Summertime Aspies, Aspies in the Summer (Time)

It’s Summertime, and you know what that means,
Take some Aspies to the beach, gonna do some Aspie things,
So come on down to the city of Sea Isle
It’s “Jersey Shore,” done Aspie style.

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Nothing else could be more fine.

We got eleven people underneath one roof,
Gotta spend a whole week with all these goofs,
And the TV’s broke, and we don’t know who dunnit,
So we’ll have a quiet house, gotta go outside to fun it.

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Don’t wanna hear nobody whine.

Fireworks on the beach, we are here to see,
But sitting in the sand does not please me.
Cause it’s full of shells, and they’ll hurt my butt,
And my knees don’t bend, and I’ll need help getting up,
How long does this last? I wish I hadn’t stayed,
I’d rather be on the boardwalk inside the arcade.

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Anybody got a dime?

Now we’re goin’ on a boat with Captain Rick,
But the motor is loud, so we won’t go quick,
And the flies are attacking, and they wanna bite,
But I’m not goin’ down without a fight,
Flip flops and shirt make a good defense,
How you like me now, flies? It’s gettin’ intense,
WHAP WHAP WHAP! And the fly is dead,
But he’s back with reinforcements, and I’m full of dread,

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
You whapped me on the knee that time!

Now we’re jumpin’ off the boat at a beach we’ve come to,
And we hear a splash, and then Wolfie says “Ooh.”
He tried a cannonball in only three feet deep,
And nobody even saw him leap,
His ankle looks broken but he feels fine,
So we turn the boat around, cause it’s not a good sign,
And it’s off to the hospital to get him all fixed,
But Wolfie stays calm and up to his old tricks,
And it’s “Hello Doc! Hello Nurse! Oh, I like your hair!”
While the rest of us worry, he hasn’t a care,
Watchin’ Troll and QVC in his hospital room,
And we all hope Wolfie gets better soon.

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
In two months he should be just fine.

Now it’s off to Funland amusement park,
Gonna ride the Caterpillar till it gets dark,
And I’ll pat you on the head, then run away,
Why do I do it? Well, who can say?
I got my new ID, to go clubbin’ around,
But my picture’s from before I lost a hundred pounds,
But I don’t care, the ladies love my new physique,
And I’ll even take a shower, first time all week.
Down at the beach, the water feels so fine,
And I caught a kingfish with a fishing line,
But I threw him back cause he was too short,
So I’ll go and ride the waves on my spider boogie board.

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
And a playful slap on your behind.

Gonna trim my nails so they look like claws,
And walk like a dinosaur just because,
And it’s down to the arcade to scavenge for change
Till I get enough tickets for a prize to exchange,
And I’ll smash some flies in their front window,
They even offered me a job but I had to say no,
And I’ll tell you ‘bout Star Wars and sharks and blood,
And eating poisonous bugs and banister wood,
About my special interests, I could go on all day,
Even if you start to walk away,
I could go on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on…

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Does a cephalopod have a spine?

Now it’s time to go back home to Juniper Hill
Cause we’re all out of money and we’ve had our fill,
It was so much fun, and we won’t forget,
Look! All along that couch had a fold-up bed!
It was a trying week but we all survived,
And thanks to our hosts, the folks from AALIVE,
Living with autism can make you wanna hurl,
But it’s who we are, we wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Cause it’s Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime.
Summertime with Aspie-ee-ees,
Aspies in the Summertime!

The Summertime Song belongs to JG Quintel/Cartoon Network.

Sweet Animation Fixation

I have a confession to make. See, lately, I’ve been venturing off to this fantastic, alternate universe… where baby ducks karate chop rattlesnakes, and viral video stars are held captive in the sky, and somehow I find myself rockin’ out to Kenny Loggins. But don’t be alarmed, its all good. Yeah… I’ve gotten hooked on Regular Show.

I’ve obsessed over many a cartoon before. Back in the day, it was I who was mad for Ren and Stimpy. Then, I went totally insaney for Animaniacs. And most recently, I went pure wild animal crazy over Fantastic Mr. Fox. But it’s more of a joy, this kind of obsession. It sneaks up and pounces. I wonder sometimes, where does it come from? How does it find me?

Regular Show, as they say, is anything but. It tends to leave me cheering at my TV. It is culturally literate, imaginative, nostalgic, utterly ridiculous, and so, so quotable. It stars one of the all time great animated duos in Mordecai and Rigby, whose genuine if dysfunctional friendship is the kind we wish we all had. The Regular universe is the creation of one JG Quintel, who writes, draws, and voice-acts, and I have no doubt this creator-driven quality is what makes the toon so good.

So where does my obsessive joy come in? I think it’s when I start finding this fantasy world and its characters living inside my head, insinuating itself into my daily life. The workday doldrums are so much more bearable, picturing my boss as a gumball machine, and threatening that if I don’t get back to work, I’m SO UNBELIEVEABLY FIRED!!! Ah. Try it. It’s so much fun.

From little moments like that, my fixation grows. Soon, all is just right with the world. Obsession, at its best, is a natural high. Like riding a wave of exuberance. A feeling of coming home, when I didn’t even realize I left. My inward buzz can’t help but manifest itself outwardly, and other people take notice.

“You sound much more jolly these days!” my friend said to me the other day. What, me, jolly? But it’s true, I am. Truth be told, there are other things in my life making me happy right now. But life just becomes more fun, when I’m obsessed.

Maurice Sendak appeared on the Colbert Report recently. “Why write for children?” the pundit asked the legendary author and illustrator. “I don’t write for children,” he retorted. “I write! And somebody says, ‘That’s for children!’”

Art that finds devoted fans is often created without intention to please an audience. The artist who is true to himself doesn’t choose his audience, it chooses him. I see this personal quality in Regular Show, as I did in Ren and Stimpy, which was also a creator-driven show. I try my best to follow that principle in my own work. I don’t write for Aspies. I write and I doodle for myself, and you wonderful people come along and say “That’s for me!”

Still, as personal as my creations are, I share them. Art brings us together, even more so in the digital age. I love being able to touch others with my drawings and words, to invite you into some fantastic inner universe uniquely my own.

A word about bronies, if I may. Here’s a community created around a cartoon, that has now crossed over from internet meme to veritable social movement. I work for a children’s charity, and earlier this week, a Brony Society contacted me. They offered to fundraise for us as their community service project, by shoveling sidewalks and collecting donations. I had to smile, and think, “What fine, civic-minded adults, brought together by their obsession over ponies.” I can never diss the Bronies again. They’re good people. I tell you, cartoons… they’re good for us.

One more quality of cartoons that inspires fascination: their spontaneity. The nuances they express with ease that words alone cannot. Exploding with immediacy upon the page or the screen, the pencil captures inspiration for posterity, like lightning in a bottle. A little piece of the artist that lives on forever. As Ian Frazier of The New Yorker says:

“A cartoon is a remark made by hand and eye instead of breath… that doesn’t vanish in an instant but remains its original spontaneous self indefinitely… The more you examine it, the better you see its live, black-on-white drawn lines vibrating forever like just-plucked strings.” Not so far fetched, is it, obsessing over a cartoon?

So, maybe that’s where my joy comes from. I dunno. Probably best to not to think about it too much. Better to call it magic, and sit back and enjoy.

But this much I know: I love escaping inside the universe of Regular Show. Maybe some of you like crawling inside my weird universe too. So go ahead, find your own obsession. It just might do you good. Cause it’s not just the children who need a good bedtime story. Hm! Hm!