… various weird things scattered in and around Alicante, Spain. We visited this city in the South of Spain which, luckily, is close to the sea.
First I’d like to introduce you to this creepy clown. This clown can take all the trash you could throw at him, and as a matter of fact, is one of the trash bins in Alicante along the harbor. He’s not even funny, though, but fits in the same slot as clowns like the one on the cover of Twisted Metal; they’re evil, they want your blood and they make you feel uneasy to the max. This one would surely have scared me as a kid, and I also suspect lots of other kids of newer generations getting nightmares from this. Those empty eyes and that huge gaping smile is horrid to look at.
TL;DR: High Octane Nightmare Fuel.
I spotted this one awesome gorilla sports jock that just doesn’t give a crap. He’s on the top of a fairly old ride that empties the rider’s stomachs to make room for more popcorn. In other words: Katching!!
Anyhow, I never noticed this before, but this gorilla, that incidentally listens to music or maybe some podcast of some sort, is rich.
Yeah, dirt rich! He has ordered a custom made Armani baseball jacket. You heard me! Just “ook” at that jacket! (Heh, ape puns are just too funny). Enlarge the image to take a good look at it.
They had some street art and such, as in most other cities, and they’d commissioned street artists to make glass disposal bins into something more desirable to use and look at (Vidrio, si!). One of them had this magnificent Doc Brown (I won’t say what movie he is from if you don’t know it already, heathen) stressed out while trying to fire up the DeLorean Time Machine. As a big fan of that movie (just Google it) I just loved this one immensely. This is a good way to turn trigger happy graffiti artists into something better for the community. Just let all of them make Back to the Future art (damn it, that was a mistake) all over the place.
Let’s move on to something else that was eerie. I don’t know why they’d censor (with some kind of smudge tool?) the faces of this man and that baby. Are they fugitives of the law? Will their true faces suck your soul out? Or were they too cheap to pay royalties to the models and their agencies? I guess we’ll never know. But one thing is for sure, censored faces for no reason are sure unsettling. Or maybe those poor souls do actually look like that, and that’d mean that they’re related. Like father like kid it seems. Study this, Gregor Mendel.
Then there was this plane. Oh, my Lord, this plane. They’re supposedly riding on the Cars and Planes craze to cash in on it, but my, I have to say, I really dig how pissed off they look. That angry face is delightful, and I was really close buying these smiling airplanes that doted a shit-eating grin of high class. They’re the anti-Planes- this is the toy the cool kids get when they’re too old for Planes. Or they just could be poor or something like that, which would explain why they have a need to bully their classmates.
Alicante was filled with a lot of pixelated people, or at least, depictions of them. First we saw these pixelated Atari 2600 citizens in this one alley, observing their neighborhood in a true nosy neigbour manner. Neat.
Then we saw these pixelated journalists (?) from the local newspaper of Murcia called “La Verdad” (the truth… or is it?). Well, ain’t that nice, they look like being taken from Indiana Jones and The Fate of Atlantis. The one to the left looks like a pixelated happy version of the Crown Princess of Sweden Her Majesty Victoria, the one in the middle like a neutral and relaxed Dr. House (M.D.!) and the one to the right like some incognito insecure person that I can’t really place. Sigourney Weaver, is that you? I’d guess that H.M. Crown Princess Victoria of Sweden is the best paid one, judging by that smile. Dr. House is paid adequately while Sigourney Weaver is the one with the worst salary amongst the editorial staff of “La Verdad”.