In the spring of 1988, in the name of I don’t know what, we decided to send June, a mannequin who had been a fixture at our office in San Francisco, to the temperate and tolerant state of Florida for Spring Break. We got her up in her best Suzie Wong dress and her Blanche duBois mules, and put her on the side of the freeway just like any other hitchhiker, with a destination sign and a small suitcase. In the suitcase was a letter of introduction and a handful of self-addressed, stamped postcards. Call it a concept.
Someone once placed a “24 hour Milk station” on a boat in Florida. In the back of my head I suspected that this was some kind of Venus Robert Trap, but I really didn’t care. Photographic proof attached
“Say, what Sega console is this? I don’t recognize it.”
A fairly innocuous question from a nearly former friend revealed to me the disturbing world of Hamster Porn. I really can’t decide if it is truly deranged or truly hilarious. Either way I would have liked to have been warned.
For those of you not into it, the web site also features interesting pictures of Tokyo’s DisneySea .