RouxThat's not a Samurai sword...THIS is a Samurai sword
September 5th 2006 06:34
As you may have gathered if you’ve read my previous blog, I see weird people (no Sixth Sense pun intended). So with this blog, I have begun an experiment of sorts. I want to know if it’s possible for me to see one strange person or event every day for fifty days. I’ve been looking for a while now and I’m pretty sure this is an easy task to accomplish. Because…fellow Humans…you’re bloody weird you know. And I’m just a regular person, going to work every day, having my lunch break and then going home. I’m not roaming all over the country, having the advantage of being able to check out bizarre locations and ergo…bizarre people. This is every day life and every day situations.
Now, I do realise, that for this to be a bona fide experiment, I should have a hypothesis and rules and regulations on what exactly constitutes “weird”….but hey, I only did one semester of Psych at Uni and I pretty much slept through statistics, so stuff that. My only rule here is that the occurrence must make me screw up my face and think “what the HELL was that?”
So let the experiment begin:
Day Number 2 (planet Beige counts as one remember)
This guy came into my work today. For some reason, all day we had an influx of lost Japanese tourists. I dunno. Maybe a bus had dropped them off somewhere near us and told them to amuse themselves for six hours.
Anyway, this guy starts to walk toward me. He’s a little Japanese man. (Don’t ask me why, but somehow that seems important, the fact that he was little.) He’s dressed in white canvas pants, I can’t remember what colour shirt but it was all neat and tucked in, and a brown, leather Akubra hat with what I figure must be crocodile teeth around the rim. My first thought when I see him approach is “oh look, it’s Crocodile Dundee-san”…..giggle.
So, I say, “Hi how are you?” as he nears.
He gets to the counter. And the next line is said in a voice very much like that guy from the Simpsons…oh what’s his name…the actor who died after his wife shot him in the head does the voice….ahhh...Phil Hartman, that’s it……ummm…Troy McClure....that’s the character….god, that hurt my head. You know how Troy McClure says "Hi I’m Troy McClure, you may remember me from blab la bla"…..you know, that mega radio voice-over voice? Well, instead of “Hi I’m Troy McClure”……this guy stops in front of me, grins and says (in over the top, American voice-over man accent)
“Hi, I’m Crocodile Dundee’s brother”…..giggle. And then walks
FREEEAKK!! WHO DOES THAT!!!!!
Do you see us Caucasians dressing up in Kimonos and telling your workers “Hi, I’m Mulan’s little sister….”
What’s that?…oh, she was Chinese, not Japanese….oh whatever…..same same…
Lundi Laneways
I've also decided to include in this blog what i have called "Lundi Laneway." Now Lundi is French for Monday, so the smart ones will guess that this section is going to appear once a week...yup, on a Monday. I called in that, not because I speak French, but it's all I could come up with that started with the letter L. (I actually thought Lundi meant Friday and I had four more days to get these photos.)
Anyhoo, I love Melbourne's laneways and I thought i'd share. Today's is one with kooky signage. I had walked down this lane a bazillion times before I noticed them. Just think, someone probably got a four figure arts grant for this.....
Now, I do realise, that for this to be a bona fide experiment, I should have a hypothesis and rules and regulations on what exactly constitutes “weird”….but hey, I only did one semester of Psych at Uni and I pretty much slept through statistics, so stuff that. My only rule here is that the occurrence must make me screw up my face and think “what the HELL was that?”
So let the experiment begin:
Day Number 2 (planet Beige counts as one remember)
This guy came into my work today. For some reason, all day we had an influx of lost Japanese tourists. I dunno. Maybe a bus had dropped them off somewhere near us and told them to amuse themselves for six hours.
Anyway, this guy starts to walk toward me. He’s a little Japanese man. (Don’t ask me why, but somehow that seems important, the fact that he was little.) He’s dressed in white canvas pants, I can’t remember what colour shirt but it was all neat and tucked in, and a brown, leather Akubra hat with what I figure must be crocodile teeth around the rim. My first thought when I see him approach is “oh look, it’s Crocodile Dundee-san”…..giggle.
So, I say, “Hi how are you?” as he nears.
He gets to the counter. And the next line is said in a voice very much like that guy from the Simpsons…oh what’s his name…the actor who died after his wife shot him in the head does the voice….ahhh...Phil Hartman, that’s it……ummm…Troy McClure....that’s the character….god, that hurt my head. You know how Troy McClure says "Hi I’m Troy McClure, you may remember me from blab la bla"…..you know, that mega radio voice-over voice? Well, instead of “Hi I’m Troy McClure”……this guy stops in front of me, grins and says (in over the top, American voice-over man accent)
“Hi, I’m Crocodile Dundee’s brother”…..giggle. And then walks
FREEEAKK!! WHO DOES THAT!!!!!
Do you see us Caucasians dressing up in Kimonos and telling your workers “Hi, I’m Mulan’s little sister….”
What’s that?…oh, she was Chinese, not Japanese….oh whatever…..same same…
Lundi Laneways
I've also decided to include in this blog what i have called "Lundi Laneway." Now Lundi is French for Monday, so the smart ones will guess that this section is going to appear once a week...yup, on a Monday. I called in that, not because I speak French, but it's all I could come up with that started with the letter L. (I actually thought Lundi meant Friday and I had four more days to get these photos.)
Anyhoo, I love Melbourne's laneways and I thought i'd share. Today's is one with kooky signage. I had walked down this lane a bazillion times before I noticed them. Just think, someone probably got a four figure arts grant for this.....
Que??
And here i was thinking that would be walls
just like car spaces in this laneway by the looks of it.
ooh, me too!!
give me a break
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