6837 Saturday's walkabout and etc.

[scottobear]

Well, I made it to the cemetery, but the office is in the midst of moving the system over to computer, so I didn't get to drink my Arnold palmer six feet above the carcass of a famous TV dwarf. I was told to call back in a week or two, when the system is fully on-line.

I hopped back on the 40 bus, went to the Swap Shop, bought a pile of tasty veggies at the grocer-realm out front, and caught the 2pm show of the circus. I'm pleased that they don't have that many animal acts... 99% human acts, save for the elephants. I don't know why the caution sign mentioned horses, tigers, lions or loud explosions. Also, isn't that caution sign considered notice?

Note almost invisible scary zombie kid at the bottom, peering at me.

Some other pictures from my trip - This entry is about signage



Battered fish and wraps. Not my favorite foods. I passed.


Battered Clowns and wraps? I dared not pan down. I've found yet another reason to be glad I didn't go to clown college, despite the grant. I also passed on eating clown, that day.



Big Cajun Battered Al's ? Is Al a clown, too? MM.. Cannibalicious! I didn't eat Al, but was getting pretty hungry by then.



One of a multitude of misspelled signs in the produce zone.
I got some awesome green peppers there, and some bananas for bread.


These action heroes strike me as sort of villainous. Is that guy in the middle Red Chinese? It *is* made in China. That whole Chinpokomon thing happening?


Old school circus poster on the back interior wall. I dig the term "Stupendously Grand".



This guy looked very skilled... I wish my shot of him came out ok. He was an ancient little old guy, and he was painting some calligraphy onto a card. Since I don't know Chinese, I have no idea what he was writing, but it was meticulous.



The girls at this location (on the opposite side of the grounds) had a private area in the back. I got a sneaking suspicion that you could negotiate for more than a foot rub back there.



A classic circus tent painting poster, in the inside, opposite the cast entrance to the circus stage.



For Kellie-bellie. Manatee sign!


Baked goods... I have no idea what was being sold on those paper signs. Or even sure what language it is, for that matter. Anyone want to clarify for me?



Another Sign. The ATM had usage in English, Spanish, French, I *think* Korean, and two other Eastern scripts.


Scalps! A geek in need of wookie pelt to complete his Boba Fett Costume could do worse than try this stand.
The Mirror also proves the legend about my casting no reflection in the Swamplands to the West.



Fish soup is like Viagra? I did pick up a bottle of cold beer to walk with at this point.
Yum! Muy Fria!

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It occurred to me that I live I live in a pulp universe, watered down.

There are blimps, dinosaurs (teeny-tiny ones, everywhere), private eyes, dames in trouble, dangerous dames, thugs, gunslingers, town drunks, big cars... good guys that aren't so good, and bad guys that are even worse. Foggy streets, rainy days, steamy jungles, back ally brawls.

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Frogs : A Chorus of Colors

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Comic Book Gorillarama!

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Bro called last night to let me know he was tight on cash. I asked if he'd applied at the local hotels and fast food joints, and got conflicting answers. I told him to spend a bare minimum of 8 hours a day looking for work until he finds it, and pointed him to work force one. I let him know in no uncertain terms that I'm happy to support his search but I'm not lending him any money. He peeved me by mentioning all sorts of court costs that the lawyer said didn't exist.

Comments

[kscare.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed the signage. It was like going on a strange warped Scotto Tour. The wookie pelt comment, made me think about Halloween. :)

Do you know what you're dressing up as this year? I'm thinking wonderwoman but it's so cliched, I see dozens of those suits in Halloween shops. I need something authentic and hand made or original.

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'll be posting more pix over then next day or so.

I'm not sure what I want to be for halloween.

You'd make a great wonder woman! If you wanted to do the superhero bit, that's always Zatanna... guys can't resist a girl in fishnets and a top hat.

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Close guess, I think it's Hebrew.

Thanks!

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

There's a large jewish population, but there isn't really a large hebrew-literate population. I think it's more for vacationers.

[danigolden.livejournal.com]

Uh, Hebrew?

Also, hahah nice signs omg.

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Hebrew is a good guess. I think that it is, going only by the few examples I've seen here and there in my travels.

I'd hoped to snag a squirrel picture in my travels, but it didn't happen this go 'round.

[annalytical.livejournal.com]

Those signs are in hebrew.

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Very interesting. There is a strong Israeli tourist base, but I didn't know it was so strong that it would be useful to have signs up!

Can you read it?

[blackhellkat.livejournal.com]

Olgs the headless girl reminds me of that chicken---I think his name was Bill that lived for years after his head was chopped off by a farmer. The farmer kept him as a pet and fed him corn through the hole in his neck until one day he chocked on some corn and died. Then the town erected some kind of statue commemorating him. Poor chicken.

Mike the Headless Chicken

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Awww. Poor Chicken.. I remember him.


From Wikipedia-

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_the_Headless_Chicken


Mike the Headless Chicken was a Wyandotte rooster that lived for 1 1/2 years with his head cut off.

On September 10, 1945, farmer Lloyd Olson of Fruita, Colorado failed to completely chop off the bird's head, leaving most of the brain stem intact. After the bird did not die, Mr. Olson continued to care for the rooster, feeding him a mixture of milk and water via an eyedropper. He was also fed small grains of corn, which led to his untimely death by choking on his own mucus. USA

Re: Mike the Headless Chicken

[blackhellkat.livejournal.com]

I always thought it was odd that the farmer decided to take such good care of him after he tried to off the poor bird. I guess he had either 2 things in mind---making $$ off poor Mike or that Mike's recovery was somehow the work of a higher power and he should take the hint and leave Mike in the hands of fate! Wonder if the guy ever ate chicken again?

Re: Mike the Headless Chicken

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

I bet he ate chicken again... farm folks seem to be good at knowing who's food and who's a pet, even if they're the same species.

Re: Mike the Headless Chicken

[blackhellkat.livejournal.com]

True true farm folks don't have that disconnect the way Mega chain store suburban Grocery store-goers do. They usually know exactly what was sacrificed for the food on their table. If I was a farmer I'd probably have to grow soybeans! (My grandfather had a farm up until I was in my late 20's---I was always glad he never talked a lot about where his pretty white Charolais cattle went when he sold them---although I think he was more in the business of providing cattle to farmers for breeding than anything---but ultimately if they aren't Jersey of Gurnsey milk cows they or their offspring were probably going to end up on someone's table--sigh)

Re: Mike the Headless Chicken

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

I think part of the trick is "*DON'T NAME YOUR FOOD*!! " I surely would have more trouble eating Fred the Cow or Lisa the Piggie than just bacon slab #4 or Burger special.

of course, I don't eat meat, but I'd have an irrational aversion to having eggs "Freshly Squeezed out of Ms. Cluckers"