An interview with Inconsolable Cat, the mind behind Cardboard Fort Night and a huge number of other, awesome things.
So… cardboard forts?
I used to be obsessed with them as a kid. All cardboard boxes, and things you could make with them. Like a cat, I think my favourite toy was always plain brown cardboard boxes. The holy grail when I was a kid was to get those discarded refrigerator boxes, because they were so big and creamy smooth. You got the feeling that you could make anything out of that. The idea behind this night is to bring back that feeling.
You were single-handedly responsible for 30% of the submissions to the April round. How do you kick out so much awesome?
I am always getting these notions and wondering, “What would that be like? What would happen if?” And then I want to find out. So all my ideas come out of me wanting to see what something would be like if people actually did them. I like to play with ideas the way a cat will play with a mouse. I like to cut them open and fling them into the air and bat them around and view them from different angles and bite into their squeaky guts and I really think I’ve carried this metaphor too far so I will stop.
You’ve been awarded the first ever annual $1 Awesome Fellowship for your prolific awesomeness. What advice do you have to the boys and girls who want to follow in your footsteps?
I am very touched and honoured to be awarded your prolific prize! I will do my very best to remain an ongoing human resource of weird ideas! For people who want to come up with awesome ideas, I suggest you always be finishing this sentence: “Wouldn’t it be nice if…?” Wouldn’t it be nice if I got to suck on nipples all the time? Wouldn’t it be nice if I got to read everyone’s diaries? Wouldn’t it be nice if I got to drop watermelons from planes? And then once you’ve completed that sentence, go about concocting scenarios where such things can transpire.
You’re (secretly) from Montreal. How do you cope with the shame?
I am actually from Toronto! Grew up in Scarborough, which has left its own fair share of scars on me. I am living in Montreal but I put on a lot of events in Toronto. As for the shame, I have an adequate amount just by being me. *tear*