Of Muppetry and Capes
Red has another muppet post up, this time asking for your favorite Sesame Street muppet. I have to give the nod to The Count. He had much style.
Several weeks ago, while out and about, I spotted a young man wearing a cape - and he was going about it all wrong. (No, I do not own, nor have I ever owned a cape. But I have opinions about capes. Oh Yes.) This gentleman's cape hung limply from his neck, resembling a badly dyed bedsheet. It barely moved, save to drag along the floor and sweep up dust and trash.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! My friends, if you choose to sport a cape you must represent! I expect dramatic gestures using the cape as emphasis - now wrapping yourself in it's sable outer skin, now roguishly displaying the garish liner. You must flourish the cape, twirl it. You must love the cape, nay be the cape. That is the only way to carry off wearing such a bold fashion statement.
Look to The Count. Let him be your guide in all things cape and counting.
Several weeks ago, while out and about, I spotted a young man wearing a cape - and he was going about it all wrong. (No, I do not own, nor have I ever owned a cape. But I have opinions about capes. Oh Yes.) This gentleman's cape hung limply from his neck, resembling a badly dyed bedsheet. It barely moved, save to drag along the floor and sweep up dust and trash.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! My friends, if you choose to sport a cape you must represent! I expect dramatic gestures using the cape as emphasis - now wrapping yourself in it's sable outer skin, now roguishly displaying the garish liner. You must flourish the cape, twirl it. You must love the cape, nay be the cape. That is the only way to carry off wearing such a bold fashion statement.
Look to The Count. Let him be your guide in all things cape and counting.
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