I like to spoil things for people.
So for those of you who didn’t get a chance to walk along Prince between Mott and Elizabeth, near the old church, I am going to tell you what the fuss was all about. I’m pretty sure it’s not there anymore, so if you were planning on going, you can probably NOT BOTHER and also YOU SUCK. But, you know, in a nice way.
OK, so you are walking, walking, minding your own business, maybe you are listening to your iPod, or if you are a jerk, your iPhone, and suddenly you hear a whisper “This is not part of your imagination.” It’s quick at first, so you jump a little, you look behind you because it sounds as if someone is whispering in your ear. You see nothing, you think, hrm weird I guess it was just my imagination, but then you hear, “I am not part of your imagination” and then you realize the voice is FOLLOWING you as you walk down the block. It’s timed perfectly with your thoughts. I don’t know who the artist is, whether it’s just some guerrilla thing or if it’s like real, sanctioned art or whatever you want to call it. I tried to look for the speakers in the trees but couldn’t find them since it was dark. However, the ABSOLUTE BEST part of this is watching people FREAK OUT as they walk down the street. I actually saw a girl scream and yell and run down the block, her arms and flailing like a squid. It was fantastic. The weird part was that I wasn’t freaked out or anything. It was like oh cool, audio installation. Then I went on my way. I guess I am desensitized. At first I actually thought it was my iPod (I do not have an iPhone because I am not a jerk, OK fine I’d like one but come on, I don’t need half that crap, I just need a phone, which I have), but then I realized it wasn’t my music. Because Les Savy Fav just does not do that kind of whispering stuff. They are more like ROWR ROWR ROCK ROCK ROWR ROWR YOU ARE A JACKASS ROWR ROWR. Anyway how cool is that?
Now, a joke:
What did one eye say to the other eye?
Just between you and me … there’s something that smells.
Bronk: OK, does everyone know this joke except for me????? Someone told it to me at joke and I was busting up because I is lame.
Confession time: Google told me the punch line! (Wince.) I am lame too. So lame… I’m a cheater too. What a cheater…
Bronk: Cheater!!!!!! Here I am thinking I am a bad person for not knowing this joke and then blaming my poor immigrant parents for not exposing me to English jokes and meanwhile YOU ARE CHEATING. I feel so…CHEATED YOU CHEATER!
Well… I don’t feel so bad. At least I don’t play baseball. Is google the equivalent to steroids? I pump up on google. Bring on the millions!Where’s my Pepsi endorsement?
Was it this billboard?
I’m just jealous that you live in a big city with weird schizo ad campaigns. Stupid Midwest. We get nothing cool.
I think Micah’s got it. Check here.
see, in the city we don’t need a billboard…go downtown, and you’ll see homeless people or druggies engaging in conversations with themselves all the time…
Micah: BOOOOOO I can’t believe that! Now I’m really depressed. I want to sue somebody.
Debora: No you’re lucky. I hate ad campaigns like that, it makes me feel cheated.
Alex: Yeah I saw, he’s right. I’m bummed out. BUt seeing people freak out is cool.
Ian: I know! Paranormal activity would be like people not talking to themselves.
Annie -
Have you ever gone to see the Bushman at Fisherman’s wharf in SF? If you love seeing people freak out, go stand around him for a little while and check it out. It’s hilarious!!
A Nony: I can see people freak out inside my very own apartment, no need to go to S.F.