Feet of Clay

How to preserve a hero.

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Okay, so I might as well level with you. This isn't a real person, and the photo below isn't actually of a former Village People...they are mannequins! Sorry for trying to pull the wool (or plastic bag) over your eyes!

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The odd thing is, C and I were just breezing along the street in NYC's financial district, trying to evade the invading hordes of Quebec tourists, when we stumbled into this odd assortment of dummies--ones that weren't moving or talking. As their get-ups were completely unrelated to each other there was no discernible rhyme or reason for them to be assembled together. We must have just missed some sort of photo shoot, but of what and why? Maybe it was a really low budget film and they couldn't even afford extras so they just raided Macy's old disused props from the 1970's. Perhaps it was just a normal sort of happening on the streets of the Big Apple. The mangy lot were being all bundled up and whisked off in carts by a very efficient and speedy crew: I had just enough time to snap a few pictures before they disappeared back to the mysterious place from whence they came. I think it makes for a pretty good illustration of the word "cryptic" (as in Tales From the Crypt).

Celebrity Spotlight

Spotted in New York City last May--

A dude from the Village People!

So gratifying to learn that he has found gainful employment. It would have been a shame to let the costume go to waste. I wonder what's happened to the other guys.

The King's Head

The former king, who set the stage for the King of Pop?

Spotted in NYC, May 2009

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Elvis impersonation is still pretty popular, I guess. Still plenty of fans. I used to be amused to see the larger, older version of Elvis, out with his chubby family, shopping at a discount department store in Vancouver in the 1970's. Out shopping in his full white satin regalia. If you've got it, wear it, I suppose. A girl friend of mine once got a gig as a back-up singer for an Elvis impersonator. Part of her job was to hand out scarves, with which he'd wiped his sweaty brow, to audience members, who were all very excited to receive them. At least she got a trip to the Phillippines out of the deal.

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I wonder if we'll be treated to glimpses of "Michael Jackson" riding the bus and shopping the bargain bins for underwear now.

All The Better To See You With

Just what, I can't help but wonder, should one "let her know" as advised in the display. Perhaps that she's gone a tad too far with her weight-loss campaign?

I believe these glasses give one the power of Reverse X-Ray Vision!

Keepin' Cool

I caught these dudes chillin' in the Big Apple a few days ago.
As for me right now, I'm about to take my extra-dry cider on the rocks, with side of kettle-cooked potato chips, and enjoy the late afternoon rays of 33 Celcius sunshine out in the old wooden glider swing. Wish you were here!

(Do you think the girl tried to write "help" on the side of the buggy?)

The Cat Is Out Of The Bag