Sidewalk Superheroes

Firstly, I’d like to say hello to all the people who have Googled “people in Padmé costumes having sex.” Welcome. Also, I’m sorry to disappoint, but there is no costumed sex going on here, either in my Padmé costume or in anyone else’s. Well, at least as far as I know and am concerned.

Moving right along . . . Bat A and I had a good long phone conversation last night, and while it was a great talk, I’m only going to share the backstory bits. The rest is private and will stay that way, ’cause you don’t really need to know it. So there. And here, finally, is the history of the boulevard, and how the violence started.

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Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to start out with the sad news. Bat A wrote me this morning through MySpace and said that he’s leaving for who knows how long. He’d mentioned before that he would have to go back to the motherland for a bit, but it sounds like the visit was extended and pushed forward, because things are just getting too ugly down here. It was a very sweet letter, especially considering the fact that he’s found this blog (hello, dear!), and it made me sad in a very bittersweet way. While I thought he was just being cranky or maybe avoiding me, being silly and egocentric, he’s apparently been going through a lot behind the scenes, so I’d just like to say that all the cranky bits I’d written in the past are moot and he will always and forever be my Batman. I’m sorry we won’t be able to work together, but I’m so happy we had the time on the boulevard that we did, that I met him, and that we’ll hopefully keep in touch while he gets a much needed break. I’ll miss him terribly.
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I really have to be more careful when typing. When I was uploading new pictures to Flickr just now, twice I typed in this blog’s address as hhherpes.wordpress.com. Um. That must be Paris Hilton’s blog. Just a warning to those of you who think that one letter can’t make that big a difference.

So today was another busy day, though time seemed to move slower today. I did better financially for nearly the same amount of time, but we had more down time and more people trying to stiff us today. Vader lost his temper again and refused to pose for a photo until people had paid up, because too many people would say, “Okay, I know how it works” impatiently before the photos, then pretend to not know English or think one dollar would suffice for four people. Right. Be careful, if you’re thinking of stiffing any masked character, folks. They have mouths and they talk some mean shit, and you can’t even hear because of the masks — but everyone else can. Also, some of us will follow at a discreet distance and warn other characters that you’re a deadbeat so you don’t scam anyone else. Okay, I do that when I can. So don’t think you’re clever and you’ve found a new way to scam people, we know it all. Most of the time we just let you get away with it while calling you retarded or an asshat, just so you know. You’re not smart, but we’ll let you keep thinking you are.
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Hey, Batgirl, I found a photo of Selena Kyle that I thought you’d appreciate.

And today it’s a New Pornographers reference. Don’t worry, the music references will always be relevant to the conversation. Just consider it a free guide to great bands, in addition to the usual entertainment. 🙂

So, today. Today was clear and bright, and the winds that pushed the last storm away from us had finally died down, and it’s supposed to get to the mid-60s now, so I doped up on Sudafed — it’s expired, but it seems to still be okay — and headed out. I didn’t much feel like going, more out of laziness than anything, though my family had been a little worried since they heard about Freddie’s beatdown, but I’m glad I did. It was packed, so much so that I couldn’t really get pictures of anything because the crowds obscured everything. Everything, that is, but this:

tickets to Vader's gun show

Sorry, I’m listening to Pulp right now, and my music tends to influence my writings. Anyway, I’m supposed to be working right now, but I made the mistake of letting my toddler nephew stick his dirty fingers in my mouth Christmas Eve, and I’ve been fighting off some sort of illness ever since. While I took some Emergen-C yesterday morning when I got up to cook the turkey I didn’t eat (I’m a veggiesaurus), it’s still lingering and standing on a very windy street corner all day wouldn’t be the brightest thing I’ve ever done. So here I am, hanging new Audrey Hepburn posters, wearing new coats, and listening to new iPods. 🙂
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Well, yeah, I know the answer to that. Anyway, what do I do when I’m missing L.A.? I browse YouTube. And look what I found! A little documentary dealing with the arrests of Elmo and the other guys last year. It’s in three parts. I like getting to know my co-workers better. It’s a strange way of doing your homework, rather than just by talking with people, but boy, I’m getting so caught up on all that’s gone on (and is still going on) on the boulevard. If you’re interested, here’s the first piece of the documentary.

Let’s see… oh, yes, what prompted this search? I was actually looking for recent videos. I was alerted by Captain Jack that Freddy was ganged up on by some people, who filmed it supposedly, to post online on Youtube for entertainment? Who knows for sure. But something did happen. And that’s just not cool. Ganging up on someone who’s in a mask and just trying to earn a living… and of course if we do anything, I guarantee that we’d be the ones thrust in the back of a cop car. But if I ever see that going on, someone is going to get whipped. That’ll probably scare them off. lol. Anyway… hm. That’s my update today. Merry Christmas!

Today was my last day of work until after Christmas. I was actually planning on working Christmas Eve morning (confusing?), then heading straight over to my dad’s side of the family for our usual all night thing, but it’s going to rain all day, so neh. I’m really glad I made the cookies yesterday, then, ’cause otherwise no one would have had them before the holidays.

If you’ve been jonesing for some strangeness and felt the last couple entries have been lacking, let me welcome you back into the fold:

Naked Guy

Today it rained, which meant no work. Actually, it’s supposed to rain the rest of the week, with the exception of tomorrow, so that’s pretty craptastic. Instead I did my little bit of Christmas shopping, and put on a load of British invasion music and made cookies for the H&H gang. I’d had the idea a few weeks ago, when we were feeling particularly grateful to our favourites and I was trying to figure out a way to say thanks. Money is tight, as it is everywhere else, and I didn’t know anyone well enough to buy them things (I guess buying them the action figure of their character would be a little heavy-handed), so baking cookies always works. I had the idea to do chocolate chip and maybe two other flavours. Storm Trooper said, “Ooh, whatcha making?” and when I named chocolate chip and said, “And maybe something else?” he nicely suggested, “Oatmeal raisin? They’re my favourite.” I loves me some oatmeal raisin cookies, and they will always remind me of my favourite John Lennon impersonator (oh, the stories from that era of my life!), so I said yes. Besides, I’m probably most grateful to him and Vader for letting me work with them whenever I want and letting me in on some of their long-established success, so what they want, they get. Then peanut butter came to mind, and that was that.

Since I don’t have anything new to report, thanks to the crap weather, I’ll instead tell a short but infamous story that I’d mentioned in an earlier post. This is the story of The Bleach Incident.
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So. I’ve tried Batgirl on my own for three days, and all three days she struck out. Maybe this weekend isn’t as good as everyone hyped it to be (which seems to be true all around), maybe I need to be more pushy, but the long and short of it is that women on the boulevard are kinda screwed when it comes to thinking up a good solo costume. Everything that’s come to mind relies on another character, and it’s just very slanted against us. Argh. So, until Catwoman comes back and we can tag team it, I’m going back to shivering in the cold as Padmé and working with Vader and Storm Trooper.
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