Mannequin Madness

The other night a few friends and myself were enjoying an evening in the lovely North Park neighborhood. On our walk back to the car, we dawdled outside The Office so one of my friend's could pop in for a short spell. Tarrying on the sidewalk, we peered into the large windows of the establishment next door. Bubbling with excitement at the new clothing store, we studied the mannequins' garb for possible future purchases. I noticed that the mannequins were all male and sporting large, suggestive mustaches. That's not all they were suggesting. They had rather endowed crotch regions. We turned to look at each other at this synchronized realization. Hmmm. If the cropped mesh top didn't give it away, the name of the store surely did. I don't recall the full name but the second part of it was skin. What I do recall is thinking, "Why don't they just call it Foreskin?" It seemed a pleasantly fitting name.
For some reason I kept brooding over the mannequins and their mustaches and crotches. Are other male mannequins jealous of their endowment or the prospect of giving a serious mustache ride? The Crypt has a female mannequin in the corner window I used to pass on occasion when going for my morning walk. She had the equivalent of porn star implants. I didn't know that was possible, but hey why not?! I always wondered if at night the other B cup mannequins would sit and talk trash while all the males partied with Porn Star until the shop opening hours.
I suppose the big question is, do mannequins face self-esteem issues and how are they handling it? With mannequin plastic surgery or counseling? Also, do they face gender preference issues? Discuss!

Super Martian Robots and Other Musings

Finally dragging my butt out of bed and going outside for my morning jaunt after birthday festivities the previous night was no easy task. Debating on continuing with the long walk I had planned and curtailing it for some food and more sleep, I pass the playground area of a preschool. At first all I hear is screaming and a little boy crying. Tuning out as I'm about to pass the end of the caged area of wild beasts I hear a little voice in the midst of his fantasy role playing, "We're super martian robots!" And off he blasts. Hmmm, that sounds like a catchy band name. What kind of band would that be? Trying to imagine the costumes and sound my imaginary band would produce while rounding the corner and turning up the street, I thought how much easier it'd be to have the ability to record the music that plays in my head, than trying to clumsily recreate it with my unskilled hands. There's been so many times when I've had a dream and I hear awesome music, entire songs even. And I'm totally not exaggerating, seriously, awesome, and when I wake up I only remember a fragment of a melody and a few lyrics here and there. What if we could download the songs and the movies we see in our heads, straight from our brains onto our computers. How many more people would actually create since knowing how to render an animated object over a layer of video or patching an electronic fife through the NNXT sampler wouldn't be necessary? Rounding another corner to head home, the squawks from a flock of parrots pulls me out of my futuristic musings. Didn't know we had wild parrots. Huh. Sigh. I suppose I'll just have to keep doing things the old fashioned way until some science genius develops the right technology to capture our creative visions. Somebody wanna get on that?

Another Birthday

Today is my birthday. Somehow I survived my first year of thirty. Phew! I've been promised that this decade is supposed to be the best of my life, so I'm holding those who made that promise accountable if I'm dissatisfied and want my money back.
Why is it when your birthday comes 'round, you always end of thinking of things you've done, or more likely, haven't done? I couldn't sleep last night as my brain kept firing off thought after thought. There's so much I want to accomplish and have yet to do.
So today I'm taking that little step to get off my procrastinating artist ass and starting this blog. My goal is to capture some of those interesting (and hopefully funny) moments that happen everyday in our lives.