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.”
Husband: “Okay.”
And…scene.
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.
Hail Mary, full of vodka….
I checked my work:
Not a bad likeness.
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.
Not you, Ringmistress, Le Clown is bat shit crazy. I think that makes me the sheep, and also bat shit crazy. I’m going to have a drink tonight.
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.
Rachelle,
Can I say a few things? Yes? Thank you:
1. To your readers: Thank you, and I apologize for hijacking Rachelle for the week. I think there is a pretty damn good chance she’ll be part of my blogroll… Just one more day to go;
2. Rachelle, you’ve been playful all week long, and you’ve been kind towards all contestants… Kudos to you. And I loved your comment on my wife’s post. It touched her.
3. Husband: “I don’t really get that competition you’re in.”
Me: “It’s hard to explain.”
Husband: “Okay.” ——> HAHAHAHAHA.
So, for the post, the links, and the three pictures, and the laughter, I give you 35 clown noses!!!
And you should know that I appreciate you, Rachelle-the-woman-behind-the-blogger.
Le Clown
And BTW, what the fuck is Squirt???
Thank you Le Clown.
Of course you can say a few words, especially when they are so nice, and not, “please unfollow me immediately and don’t make any more clown puppets, ever.”
Well I’ve been following your wife’s blog for awhile now, but again, being a wall flower. Since it seems I have shed that inhibition this week, I finally left a comment there because that post truly did speak to me. (and I really almost didn’t because I didn’t want her to think I was trying to earn points with her).
That is shitload of clown noses, so thanks! If I don’t get on your blog roll, I still had fun, but I do hope the people who beat me make clown puppets that are even scarier.
I appreciate you as well, errr…Eric?
Squirt is an old school soft drink here. It pairs surprisingly well with vodka, and is one of the most random and therefore funny (to me) props I found today.
There are more tomorrow, but I may have to retire this puppet prematurely.
The clown has a wife? I’ll have you know, I only got 15 clown noses for my disturbing clown picture, though I must concede, your clown puppet was far scarier. Gymbo – oh God that brings back nightmarish memories. We had this video of him that my eldest played all the time as a toddler. “I like shakin’ my hands, I like shakin’ my -” No, Gymbo, stop there! Please!
As revenge I made them watch a clip of it with me recently (they are now in school). It’s still just as horrible. And yeah, I had a similar conversation with my husband. He just smiles a lot.
By the way, this most made me a follower. Awesome stuff. Scary and disturbing on so many levels, but so full of awesome too.
I just noticed I didn’t respond to this in the crazy! Your follow up post was stellar with all kinds of clown crazy. Hats off to you and I’m so glad you landed on the blog roll!
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I never had a fear of clowns. Until now.
Seriously, this thing freaked me out too. Sorry about that.
Good Lord, you had me laughing at this one. I think you and I are a lot alike, and it’s fun to see a fellow introvert go all out for this crazy cool Le Clown contest. And you are not the only one who’ll have nightmares about that Gymbo clown. I think I’ll go to the movie “Possession” tomorrow just to clear that scary clown from my mind.
Glad you were laughing! This thing was so scary!
This was SO FREAKING AWESOME! How is it possible that you outdid me at my own idea? You deserved all the clown noses!
That is high praise coming from you! I don’t think I outdid you at all, except maybe on scaring myself and my readers with Gymbo Le Clown. Thanks for stopping by–You are kind of my carnie hero!