Oh good gravy I am sore. I mean physically sore like Armenian Mobsters have just let me know I'll have their money by Monday "Or Else." My body is sore, my Hands are like they've been through a Cat Fight, even my ass is sore and I have no idea how that happened. One too many Kegels I suppose.
Well the Mascot made his Debut to a rousing success. Children were hugging him and I saw a baby kiss him on the nose. That was the litmus test right there. If a Baby would kiss and hug his head - I had done something right.
Here's how he shaped up here in the final stretches:
Well first off, I was picking up film and saw this -
"I hate delivering Freight. No body understands why their packages are late. Nobody understands me."
A kick square in the head is the solution.
Okay on to the post -
Here's how the Homestretch worked out
Wednesday - 9 am up to start pre-clean the Wagon and all the gear.
Wash and clean till 3 pm and get started back on the Mascot at 6pm and work him till 3:00am.
Thursday - Meet Paving Contractors at 8am, 10:30 am and 12pm, go to pickup film at 2pm, unload Deliveries and finish some Drive-In work. Open the Theatre at 7:30 work till 1 am and put time in on him till 4 am.
Friday - 10am to the Bank and Post Office, catch the last 2 deliveries. Tornado watches for 18 hours straight. Open the Theatre at 6:30 pm. Movies start at 8:30 pm. 8:45 a lightning strike hits a Transformer and we are blacked out. I find the Georgia Power crew and know 2 of them. They promise to have me back on by 11pm. I close the Theatre. Power returns at 10:50 pm. at 11:01 second strike hits 1 of our 2 supply poles and blows all 3 phases and 2 lines off the pole. Great. My visions of working on the Mascot seems slim now, and I'm starting to doubt he's gonna get finished.
Power somehow returns in the Studio so I finish him at 4:30 am.
Saturday - 6:30 am - Open Flea Market, work till 12pm. Take a nap, get up at 3 pm and start loading the gear. Roll out at 5 pm. Set up -serve 1st Corndog at 7pm - suit up the Mascot at 8 pm. Cook until 12 am, load gear and get back to the lot at 1:45 am - close the Theatre hit the sack at 4:00am.
Sunday - Open Flea Market at 6:30 am...
To put it mildly, I am a complete and utter, raging A$$hole to everyone who gives me trouble at the Market. I wear my Freddy Kruger sweater and that does not help the matters at all.
So that gives you an in-site into the Glamorous World of Laffo.
Here's some info:
Bought $14 Santa belly and had to fix it.
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Getting ready to do the mind numbing task of putting hair on this feller.
Here's what I did:
Take copper wire from an Electrical Cord and use it like a needle threader.
I cut little sections of weave leaving the sewed edge in tact. VERY IMPORTANT!
Here's what it looks like after a couple of hours:
I get the jaw, teeth and highlights and shadows done on the head. Starting to see the light:
Cutting and affixing his eyes...
Eyebrows:
Mohawk:
Checking him out as an ensemble -
Front
Leg check:
Back:
Well it's time for Corndogs!
Here's what I call:
The Cavalcade of Condiments
The Wagon is ready:
This was a Group Show called the "MAD Generation" and me and 18 of my friends had all MAD Magazine related pieces in it.
http://www.lowbrowgalleryatlanta.com/thegallery/The_MAD_Generation.html
I'll post the brilliant piece I bought that's not in this Gallery as soon as I get delivery.
My piece was the Fryinstein because without MAD, I wouldn't even think like this. The Weenie Queen went as Lil' Bo Peep because Sergio Aragonés is my favorite.
I think his Marginals are sheer brilliance:
http://www.amazon.com/Sergio-Aragoness-Mad-Marginals-Aragones/dp/0446352438
Sergio always has a pissed off Bo Peep in these things. We laughed and laughed at this. I was amazed at how many folks got the joke.
Everyone got MAD Magazine Tattoos for the evening. Here The Weenie Queen gets her classic lit Bomb:
I get mine Wednesday, as I was too busy to sit and get mine that night. It will be:
The MAD Zepplin.
After all that I only get one picture of the Fryinstein, standing with Sadie Hawkins and Barbarella dressed as Spy VS Spy.
Kind of a hasty picture, I have more coming from the kid that wore the suit. His Girlfriend is one of my Bigfeets Dancers and a great photographer.
In true Junkie fashion my Cousin has disappeared and stiffed me on wearing the damn thing. I am going to stab him in the eye with the IOU he has written me.
Till Later Jerks,
Laffo.