Today is a beautiful day for Baseball... and BOMBS!
For the Baseball family, I wanted to explore the core meanings of the cards again. Since Amy already did the awesome roller skating girl for the Daughter, I decided to have this girl in a wheel chair absolutely stunting on this crying girl in the water. Get good, girl! We're popping wheelies in the rain and having fun! For the Son, I stayed close to the original, but this time instead of campers/boyscouts, we have the kids under covers at home reading books and comics by flashlight! His Baseball bat is falling off the card, and the baseball itself is literally about to disappear! Instead, their foil element focuses on how they imagine a fantastic scenario together instead as their mode of play. For the Mother, I've reimagined her as a closet lesbian. The meaning is focused on someone left to do the boring domestic work while everyone else plays! I used her baseball bat to whack the man on the head as she dreams of beautiful women she'd rather spend time with. For the Father, I've kept them as I had them. This beautiful woman is remembering her favorite times of playing baseball, probably brutally pitching too hard against this child. The implication of this family also suggests the mom does find her way out of the closet to join the dad in a cute couple, then they adopted these kiddos. For the Bombs family, I wanted a black family with some redheads mixed in. While by the 1950s, most Irish folks were considered 'white,' the historical heritage from the 1850s to that point was marked with incredible racism. While the general shift to escape the racism they face was to become white and assimilate, often doing so by being AGAINST black Americans, there's a lot of intersectional minorities nowadays who ride similar lines. I say this as a white queer person. Oppressive majority on one side, minority on the other. I think there's something to be said here, but I'll leave it at that. The Daughter chased this to be her harmless participant self in the US war machine, supporting the soldiers however she can! The Son has his eyes set on the future-- joining the military and helping the war effort! He is fully bought in on the war idea, carrying a bomb in hand and imagining the day he gets to be on a boat, a plane, or riding a truck right to the front lines! His toy soldiers are literal children in uniform, lining up to fall off the end of the propaganda line. The Mother is a diner cook and waitress, looking after her people while packing their burgers high with bombs! The Father has bombs on the mind, unrelatable and above us behind his glasses. He adds nothing to the conversation but to maintain the status quo, in his seat of power already.
And that's the booster pack!
...What's that? You think there's more cards left? Oh hmm, well these seem empty...
Well gosh, I hope by the final 24 hours we might see something manifest in place here! ;)
Talk to you tomorrow as we head into our final 24 hours!
