I'MMA LET YOU FINISH

GravatarTwo words: freeze-drying. (Or is that one word?)


GravatarI think we need a photo of this. Please?


GravatarYou know, my cat does the same thing for hours on my couch...


GravatarIn a former career, my supervisor performed that trick.


GravatarI like the ones who, upon receiving money, go through some kind of robotic dance.


GravatarIt was cold when I was last in Paris, so these were few. The truly indefatigable one was the guy who dressed up as the Tut mummy in a gold lame spandex body wrapper. I wondered how often some mugger grabbed his money pot and ran, knowing that it would be minutes before this guy could do anything but hop after him in a shiny little sack race.

Worse, yet, were the street musicians in the Metro cars. When living in Paris I perfected the car switch--they enter, and in one smooth motion I would deftly spin through out through the door and into the one for the car behind, without losing my place in LeMonde.


GravatarIt was cold when I was last in Paris, so these were few. The truly indefatigable one was the guy who dressed up as the Tut mummy in a gold lame spandex body wrapper. I wondered how often some mugger grabbed his money pot and ran, knowing that it would be minutes before this guy could do anything but hop after him in a shiny little sack race.

Worse, yet, were the street musicians in the Metro cars. When living in Paris I perfected the car switch--they enter, and in one smooth motion I would deftly spin through out through the door and into the one for the car behind, without losing my place in LeMonde.


GravatarI just couldn't understand how anyone could stand there and do NOTHING for hours on end. How boring! It would take a certain kind of person to do it. And how lucrative can it be?

Of course, the guards at places like Buckingham Palace do pretty much the same thing. Maybe these guys are retired from service and run over to Paris to earn a few francs.


GravatarI prefer those standing still over the jugglers and other moving streetperformers.

It's way easier to punch them in the face.


GravatarOr a few €uros, as the case may be.


Gravatar"..the thing is to just get in makeup and costume and stand perfectly still and hope people drop in some money."

You mean like welfare loafers?

Or is it different because the money comes from the private sector?

Be well.

MYOB'

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GravatarZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

(BTW, I also vote for a photo!)


Gravatar"In my current undisclosed location"

Not for long. Homeland Security is on the case.


Gravatar"In my current undisclosed location"

Not for long. Homeland Security is on the case.


Gravatar"In my current undisclosed location..."

Using a credit card? Debit card? Cell phone? Wireless connection? Logging in anywhere?

Big Brother knows.


GravatarMaybe someone will mount a small calico statue kitty on the shoulder of the naked lady Spirit of Justice statue at the Dept. of Justice. Just the thought of both of them back there lurking behind that curtain should probably be enough to drive Ashcroft over the edge.

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GravatarMy brother's cat does the same thing. When Bubba - the cat, not my brother, and according to my brother's girlfriend, the cat's name is Prometheus, but I digress - was a small kitten, he'd climb on my brother's shoulder. My brother spends hours on the computer, as do I, and Bubba was content to watch the pretty lights. Now, Bubba is a large Persian cat, so it looks as if my brother has a fat catapiller on his shoulder.
What's really funny is when my brother picks up his guitar and Bubba stays on his perch. I told my brother he ought to play his rock shows - he's in a band, for what it's worth - with the cat, but he won't. My brother has no sense of rock & roll showmanship. After all, it is all about the pussy.


GravatarHonestly, would a photo really be all that useful?

just saying...


GravatarUseful? Who needs "useful"? I wanna see the kitty on the guy, too!

Wah!

(Sorry, spent the whole day with my ADHD/ODD six year old.)


GravatarDogs can do the statue thing, too. My late Cairn terrier, Sam, used to lie next to my desk like a little black speedbump (oops, I mean, "speedbump of color"), or in my lap, immobile, for hours. The only sign of life was the occasional sigh of utter contentment.


GravatarMaybe we need to persuade the farmer to dress up like "Justice" and borrow the kitty who acts like a statue, put some calico colors on it and send farmer and the cat to stand outside of Ashcroft's office.


GravatarStatue kitty seems content to sit there perfectly still for hours.


It's dead, and stuffed, stupid.


Gravatargood 1 farmer!
I wanna see a photo too!

I am a 5'5' female on the what women should be weight scale(not thin not fat). My cosmo cat loved being on my shoulders. and he was a big cat-12 lbs. good thing i have no need for shoulder pads.


Gravatarwhat's the big deal??? My hubby does that every weekend....

regards,


GravatarBrian C.B., the "Tut" in the Metro plaza beside the Louvre? If so I wonder if it's the same one as in 98 or if whoever sold the gig. I don't imagine "Tut" was completely alone, though "he" may count on the public to help out, I doubt it.


GravatarBTW, the most awsome street performer I ever saw was in Amsterdamn in the late 70's. A guy rode up to the plaza in front of the Hoel Grand Krasnopskly (sp?)that is at the other end of the street from the train station on a three wheeled bike carrying several various size suitcases. He then proceeded to put together, using the bike, a wierd contraption that included a large round peg board and several musical instruments. When he was done, he consulted some notes, put some pegs in the board, plugged an electric guitar into a small amp and climbed on the now stationary bike and began singing, playing and peddling. He was the most awsome one-man-band you ever saw or heard. Finished one song, changed some pegs and did something completely different. Now thats entertainment.


GravatarBTW are you coming to Sweden?


GravatarI once had a cat named Bathsheba who sat like that for three hours while I watched a football game. Then she went upstairs to bed as usual, and the next morning she died. Really.

'Course, she was 17, which is, like, 200 in cat years.


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