Does anyone else find the use of mannequins in museums and other historic locales to be a bit unnerving? We took a stroll through the grounds of Edinburgh Castle today, and although these were not particularly creepy mannequins (see the ones in the Inquisition Court in Lima, Peru for a better example of yikes) I'm still slightly unsettled by the blank stares of life-size paper mache people. Do we really need to recreate the scene of Robert the Bruce's coronation as King of Scotland with these things?
I'm starting to think that British eating habits are even worse than Americans. So much of their food is smothered in some kind of thick sauce or cheese, everything comes with fries or chips...Styrofoam take away containers brimming with a greasy pile of something. And to top it off, most of it tastes like crap and no one understand the meaning of spicy. Well, except the Indian places--those are alright. Oh well, maybe it's no worse than the states, but it certainly doesn't seem any better.
Big-time arena tour rolls on, with not much of note to mention. The big machine cranks its gears smoothly and the train motors down the track and all other appropriate imagery and metaphoric hyperbole. I am learning new things every day though, which is cool. Tuning drums, taking apart amps, rewiring guitars...and just generally learning how things work at this level and doing my job better because of it. Oh, and a drill was probably the wisest tour investment I've made so far. A little manual turning won't kill anybody, but in a time-sensitive environment a little power drill action is essential.
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