I'd meant to do some live blogging of the goings-on at Art Attack via iPhone, but had some extenuating circumstances. One, it's so dark in there that my iPhone pics (I've got the old 3GS without a flash) sucked, and two, it was so busy that I had no time for anything but frantic hobnobbing and custom word making. I'd ask people as they arrived to think of one word to add to the walls and they'd come up with three or four, which I'd stamp on blank magnet strips and slap up into the mix. Maybe I'll bring some sort of photo light today and try again.
I wouldn't say that any great works have been produced yet, but people were laughing their heads off as they composed short odes like "Nixon's farts smelled like old meat" and "Phil is a pudgy puff tard." Yes, my product seems to be appealing to the baser instincts, especially in the Grown Ups Only section where there always seemed to be a pack of giggling women making "poems" that cannot be reprinted here. Come read them yourself, if you dare.