It IS art, whatever was intended. Which was probably that a kid dropped their doll and blanket, it got run over and the head went down the sewer, then someone picked them up and put them on the post, out of the way.
(showing picture of the doll to my wife) Me: "Did you see this creepiness?" Her: "Yeah, didn't you see it before?" Me: "Huzzah wuzzah?" Her: "It was lying in the street for days. Someone must have picked it up." Me: "So probably a kid dropped their doll and blanket, it got run over and the head went down the sewer, then someone picked them up and put them on the post, out of the way?" Her: "Yeah, something like that probably." Me: "Oh."
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
Originally shared by Curt Thompson This is an interesting theory, but I notice the author has to omit one of the most important Heinlein novels to make it work. Time Enough For Love was written in the very early 70s and was a straight (heh) extrapolation of the chaotic and frenetic zeitgeist of that era. http://www.locusmag.com/Perspectives/2012/11/the-joke-is-on-us-the-two-careers-of-robert-a-heinlein/
Has anyone reported a doll missing? Oh, god, where's the head!?!?!?!
ReplyDeletePossibly art?
ReplyDeleteClearly a ritual sacrifice.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe Doll Man and/or the Puppet Master moved into the neighborhood...
ReplyDeleteArt is what I was thinking. Or prank.
ReplyDeleteMy part of town is less artsy, more fartsy.
ReplyDeleteIt IS art, whatever was intended. Which was probably that a kid dropped their doll and blanket, it got run over and the head went down the sewer, then someone picked them up and put them on the post, out of the way.
The red blanket made me think it was supposed to look like blood, so someone left it there to upset passing motorists.
ReplyDeleteOr the doll represents childhood and the blanket "blood" represents the way imagination is drained from us by corporate America.
ReplyDeleteIt forces you to drive by, and makes you realize that in doing so we are all complicit.
ReplyDeleteIn a way, I put that doll on that post.
ReplyDeletemind=blown
(showing picture of the doll to my wife)
ReplyDeleteMe: "Did you see this creepiness?"
Her: "Yeah, didn't you see it before?"
Me: "Huzzah wuzzah?"
Her: "It was lying in the street for days. Someone must have picked it up."
Me: "So probably a kid dropped their doll and blanket, it got run over and the head went down the sewer, then someone picked them up and put them on the post, out of the way?"
Her: "Yeah, something like that probably."
Me: "Oh."
Myth BUSTED. :(
ReplyDeleteWow, dude. Your week alone must have sent you to a place.
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