I trust you've heard of Madame Tussauds. It's a wax museum in London that has a bunch of outposts or whatever all over the world. My robot family and I had a recent trip to the Capitol of our country and there's a Madame Tussauds there. I only know that because our somewhat-corny bus trips about the city (we got a 48 hour pass) not only passed the joint, but had a bonus ticket for admittance to it attached to the two-day bus fare. We went to it.
Young Ez robot didn't take long to warm up to what he thought were fellow automatons, but once he discovered they were only wax dummies, he went along with the gag. Here he is with one of our Founding Fathers, John Adams:
Notice the garb of the different eras are almost the same!
Moments later, he helped the Gallant South surrender to the uncouth candle-like Northern Aggressors. Ez noted how stoic R.E. Lee was in his moment of capitulation and asked aloud what USG's poison was. "Booze," croaked Grant, and puked molten wax into the hearth.
Soon thereafter, we happened upon another interactive display, and a waxy J. Edgar Hoover grilled the wee robot relentlessly, but to no avail, as the wee robot couldn't be cracked!
We exited the museum a bit later, but the feeling stayed with me. All around me were people standing still and admiring this Memorial or that Monument, this Gemini capsule or that Cold War Titan II missile. I dare say it took me the rest of the day to shake those wax dummies.
Seriously, the fuckers were everywhere.
Tonight - Doc's Clock
Come pass the time with your pals.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
No comments:
Post a Comment