Our second apartment by Place D'Italie was full of Clowns.
It was like our apartment was the 'art' equivalent of a clown car. Art is used very loosely here, you must keep in mind this is like comparing the Shakespeare and to the ad lib yammering of a brainless Video DJ. Nonetheless. Clown Art. Everywhere Clowns. Creepy Crowns. Crowns that seem to watch you. Move when you're not looking. Pull down there pants a little further, scheme behind your back. filled with malevolence behind a unctuous facade. The walls of the room were bubbling with malice.
Pif: Celery, I'm not sure if I have the words.
Celery: Creepy doesn't do it justice.
Pif: I know.
Celery: I counted 102 pieces of clown 'art' -no wait, look another stained glass sucker to the window thing, 103.
Pif: ick.
Celery: Let's go.
Cabinets filled, walls covered, on the tv under the tv, bookends, in the bathroom, kitchen, everywhere. Wherever your eyes rested a new and terrible discovery, there was literally no escape. It was so creepy that I swear it was depressing... Paris just didn't quit, like nothing i'd ever seen, in a way I never expected, again and again.
Today's Song of the Day is "Kinko the Clown" by Ogden Edsl off the 1995 compilation "Mower of the Ogden Edsl."
Crazy Fact: I know NOTHING about Ogden Edsl.
njoy
8 comments:
he's lying. there were no clowns.
oh wait, i remember that one by my head when i woke up with his pants pulled down...oh yeah, and the armoir with 56 clowns...and the art deco clown picture on the wall....and the stained glass clowns stuck to the windows...and the one on the wall with his head sticking out of a pair of giant jeans.
ok, he wasn't lying. it was clown mania. all clowns all the time. a clownathon. clowntopia. clownorama. clowncity. inclownation.
You're living your trip in reverse! That's insanity!
I remember no clowns. I missed the clowns. I'm not sorry I missed the clowns. The other flat was okay.
Inclownation! Good one!
The google ads are freaking me out.
hi dennis
those google ads are hilarious. i hope that pif never changes the blog. or that he uses the word "clowns" in each title.
here's something funny..we just had lunch and pif told me that you wrote a play by play of our weekend. i asked, "did he say that at the end of the last dinner i was really annoyed and pissed off at you because you were getting drunk and obnoxious?"
and he said "huh? you were mad? i had no idea."
how funny is that!
anyway, i had a great time with you guys. aside from the last 15 mintues, but apperantly, it wasn't that obvious. i guess i could have emailed this to you privately. oh well.
Celery celery celery.
Pif only notices you´re mad if he thinks his life is in actual danger. This can be considerably later than when his life actually starts to be in danger.
As for me reporting it in the play by play, well, I guess it wasn´t exciting enough. The waiter falling in love with you made it in. ;-)
yes dennis, that was sweet. all 16 years of him were in love with me.
really people, we did more on our trip than eat at a rock pub and look at clowns.
your blogger is being negligent. inundate him with emails and let him know that getting a girlfriend does not give him license to shut you all out!
his girlfriend, for those of you who live away and are wondering, is great.
i find the ad for New and Used Funny Clown, at the top, particularly amusing. Used Funny Clown. hee! ...i imagine a middle-aged man, his clown make-up faded by sweat and skin oils, sitting on a tattered brown lay-z-boy in the motel where he has lived for fifteen years. he gets up, with an air of defeat, and shuffles, oversized clown feet parting the chartreuse shag grass of home, as he looks out the window to see if anything has changed, if anyone wants him. noticing nothing remarkable, he turns and slowly makes his way to the non-functional galley kitchen where he makes himself a can of tomato soup....
The ads are a bit extra weird from Germany. Somehow Google knows where I am, which is a bit creepy...
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