Thursday, July 22, 2010

It. Is. Mine.

Frequent readers may remember this post about me dancing as the cone man. If you missed that entry, check it out before proceeding; I'll wait.

Back? Good.

When we hit the beach this year, we were dismayed to learn that the ice cream shop that had housed the giant cone had closed. Fortunately, a while later we learned that a different shop had purchased the cone and had it standing in the corner, face to the wall, unwilling to display it proudly.

We have history with this cone. I've danced in it a couple of times. I've hugged my kids, who were much younger then, while wearing it. We've seen it sitting in the corner of beach ice cream shops for quite a few years. Yet here it stood, relegated to a place of shame.

So, I did the only logical thing.

I bought it.

After a short negotiating session, during which the current owner's major concern was what I was planning to do with it (did she worry I would somehow use my cone for nefarious purposes? exactly what might those be? the mind boggles), and with the quick exchange of a hundred, the cone was mine. It wouldn't fit in my car, so after dinner we stopped by the ice cream shop and put the very large cone in the back of the van.

Here I am, standing pool-side with it.


For those who want a closer look at its creepy face, I offer this alternate pic.


I'd post pictures of others with it, but I'd have to get their permissions, so for now, this is all the cone-pix you get.

Don't you wish you had a giant cone, too?

You can deny it, but you know you do.

13 comments:

Julia Rios said...

I just found out I will be in your workshop section at ReConStruction, so did a quick google search to learn more about you. Obviously you are the right sort of person! Anyone who dances inside a giant ice cream cone simply must be! I look forward to meeting you.

J. Griffin Barber said...

Now all you need is the mobile hotdog throne of doom and you shall be ready to take over the world

-at least a significant portion of the suburbs of Raliegh

-or at least anyone who sees you and is thereafter forced to double over in laughter, bowing before your mighty hotdog-doom-ice-cream-cruel-coolness.

J. Griffin Barber said...

You will still need a bodygaurd (plural) of french fries or corn-on-the-cobs to make the image of your army of cardiac arrest-ness complete.

Mark said...

Julia, thanks for the kind words. I look forward to meeting you at the con.

Mark said...

Griffin, you're definitely right that I need the hot dog throne of doom, as well as bodyguards.

Ticia said...

I would like to request that someone at the house use some form of awesome technology to video you dancing in the suit and post it here on the blog.

Pretty please.

Mark said...

I will look into it, but no guarantees.

Toni L.P. Kelner said...

You rock. Totally.

Mark said...

Thanks!

steveburnett said...

The first picture looks sort of superheroic duo-ish.

Mark said...

I can see that, Steve, though I'm not sure I'd want the cone for my sidekick.

vampi said...

my word verification is purepal. i'm not sure there is anything pure about that cone.

i'm curious about how cone's life will change. going from being in time out in the corner, to a new foster home. will he have a place of honor in your home?

Mark said...

I have to agree about the lack of purity in the cone. As for it's place at home, well, opinions vary, so I don't know yet.

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