HOME PSY-OPS PROJECT CODE NAME: MONKEY BOY
Go to Toys-R-Us or a similar box store at your local metastasizing suburban retail strip tumor (Tulsa's TrU is located at what we Midtowners refer to fondly as "71st and Hell," and buy one or several of a toy product known as "Barrel of Monkeys." Inside the blue plastic barrel you will a number of flat, red, monkeys (I know, we've already reached irony but we must be brave and forge onwards) with curving arms that form a sort of sideways S. Now go to the Office Depot or Staples a few box stores down the street, and buy peel and stick Velcro, peel and stick magnet strip, heavy duty double-sided foam tape, and a paint pen in your choice of color (I prefer silver, it contrasts nicely with the red plastic of the monkey. Attach your choice of Velcro or magnetic strip to the back of the monkey, using the foam tape betwixt the Velcro or magnet strip and your little simian, as it makes a better adhesive to the monkey. Then use your paint pen to scribe a neatly drawn "W" on the chest and your MONKEY BOY is complete. Carry a supply of Monkey Boys at all times. When you happen to be in a parking lot and see a great honking SUV with a yellow ribbon you casually slap on a Magnetic Monkey Boy next to the sticker as you walk by. The Velcro Monkey Boy will stick to the fabric of cubicle walls, if you happen to work in Cubicleville. I bet it might even adhere to tweed, if you back-slapped a Fundy and/or wingnut who favors tweed jackets.
A picture is worth 10,000 words (inflation, you know), but alas my dcam has died, my hard disk is in a coma, and I can't use my scanner since I'm using a Linux OS on a CD to access the internet. Otherwise I could have jpegs of the Monkey Boys I made and applied in situ, to go with the words. I also have completed two new Scissor Dances, one called "The Empty Suits Parade at the River of Souls" and the other titled "If Your Mother Was Here / How Many Pecks Can a Woodpecker Peck?" I've been doing scissor dance post cards, some with a New Orleans theme, as well. My Hoo has been Booed. I'll get 'em out there when I can.
I haven't spoken of it here, but I have resumed my Black Ribbon and Chalk activities. I pick a neighborhood; Annie Beagle and I go walkies at the sunset. I'm just a middle-aged bald guy walking his dog. But my shirt pocket is full of Black Ribbon leaflets and Monkey Boys, and my baggie shorts pocket is full of chalk. Annie is perfect camo; they see me but don't see me. I talk the talkie, I try to walk the walkie.
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