Another day at the circus.
Don’t worry, it will be over soon.
In case you’ve missed it, there is a blog roll competition going on over here at A Clown on Fire and I’m competing.
I spent some time this morning thinking of some jokes about camels, gorillas, baboons (maybe), and zebra peen, and then I started thinking about the bonus game.
My husband is tailgating and going to the Longhorn game today, so I didn’t have to explain what I was doing when I got the camera out.
He reads my blog sometimes, and we had a short conversation about it last night:
Husband: “I don’t really get that competition you’re in.”
Me: “It’s hard to explain.”
I’m actually relieved he doesn’t have to witness what I’ve done today.
It was not easy to come up with something original after this post by Sips of Jen and Tonic. I had to use what I have in my house because I draw the line in my willingness to compete here somewhere between going to the store for props and going streaking.
It’s a gray area.
Thankfully we haven’t had to explore it (I’m kidding, come on).
I thought about the creepiest clown on the market currently; for me, that would be Gymbo, the Gymboree clown.
I printed off Gymbo’s headshot, paired it with Le Clown’s eyes and eyebrows, and I’ve created an arts and crafts project that will probably give me nightmares tonight. I’m not kidding, this thing scares the bejeesus out of me. At the time, this actually seemed less weird to me than framing a picture of him and taking it around with me, but now I’m not so sure.
I checked my work:
And then I hid this demon puppet out in the garage instead of burning it immediately.
Because tomorrow is another day to demonstrate in photograph the special kind of internet crazy that Le Clown has unleashed in me with this blog party.
So yeah, making a clown puppet is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever done.
I’m off to wash the creepy off of me, have some vodka, and think about my life choices.