I can be pretty single-minded and incredibly focused on certain interests.  I know, I know, this comes as a huge surprise given my Transformers obsessions, but this behavior’s always been a part of my brain long before Optimus Prime existed.  Back when I was a toddler, I would build any material available to me into a Sesame Street sign.  I loved building Sesame Street signs, and my grandfather was a huge enabler on this matter.  Every time we’d visit, we’d go through his pile of scrap wood and metal and make a Sesame Street sign.  At home or at school I’d build Sesame Street signs out of construction paper.  My room was littered with them.  Each one, I swore, would be better than the last.

The Sesame Street sign was my Devils Tower Constructed Out Of Mashed Potatoes.  Aliens were Joyce’s.  (And Joe’s, I guess.)

So this all seems pretty natural to me, despite Sarah’s objections.