Who the hell is El Cucuy?
¡Ya Regrese! What does that even mean? Spanish isn’t my native tongue so I had to ask someone. In the Spanish, that means, I’m back! Great, back from what? I’m so confused. It seems like it has been ages now but evidently it’s only been a short while since, “El Cucuy’s” ugly mug started showing up on Muni busses all over the city. This advertisement drives me loco. I don’t know if it’s his bright yellow East Bay clubbing shirt, or just the forced look of happiness stretched across his face, but this is the worst picture I’ve ever seen. Was that really Cucuy’s best foto?
I always think about that when I’m surfing the personals on the internet. I, of course, do it for sheer entertainment value and would never meet a person from online. Again. Regardless of my cyber proclivities, I always have to ask myself when looking at an online profile, was this the best picture of yourself? Because when I make my online profile I take time to find a really presentable picture. You know, airbrush it, and really make it shine. But some people, it’s like, ok, now this is a camera, and this little device is going to freeze an image of you in history for ever and ever. So, oh I don’t know, maybe smile, or be cute or something. But some of these pictures are just embarrassing. And since embarrassment is the only feeling you can actually feel for someone else, most of my time spent online leaves me feeling embarrassed. And now my commute suffers as well.
Why can’t I be on a bus advertisement anyway?
I think the problem really starts with me. It’s like when you see an ugly couple walking down the street. One side of you is really happy that the uglies have paired up and found love, and the other side is like, “well fuck, I’m single, but these creatures somehow managed to find each other.” Sort of makes you question where you stand. But really, all I want is to be on a billboard, it’s not a lot to ask, and then, just when you thought you were cute, El Cucuy swishes by on the 19 Polk. Give me a break; if he can be on a bus, then I can be on a bus.
I thought I had gotten over my problem with El Cucuy. Seems silly. I don’t even know the guy. Maybe he’s really super fantastico! I may never learn the answer to my quandaries. I did try however, to do a bit of research on Mr. Cucuy. The only thing that I can put together is that, he’s back and on the radio en la mañana, when ever that is. But other than that, there is not a whole lot of information on the man. So I urge my community to find some stuff on El Cucuy and send it my way. Most importantly, if you have another picture of him, I would love to see it. At this point, I’m dying to see him in a different outfit. So much so that I might even print the picture, cut it out, glue a popsicle stick to the back of it and hold it up in front of every muni that passes by.
Es todo.
I always think about that when I’m surfing the personals on the internet. I, of course, do it for sheer entertainment value and would never meet a person from online. Again. Regardless of my cyber proclivities, I always have to ask myself when looking at an online profile, was this the best picture of yourself? Because when I make my online profile I take time to find a really presentable picture. You know, airbrush it, and really make it shine. But some people, it’s like, ok, now this is a camera, and this little device is going to freeze an image of you in history for ever and ever. So, oh I don’t know, maybe smile, or be cute or something. But some of these pictures are just embarrassing. And since embarrassment is the only feeling you can actually feel for someone else, most of my time spent online leaves me feeling embarrassed. And now my commute suffers as well.
Why can’t I be on a bus advertisement anyway?
I think the problem really starts with me. It’s like when you see an ugly couple walking down the street. One side of you is really happy that the uglies have paired up and found love, and the other side is like, “well fuck, I’m single, but these creatures somehow managed to find each other.” Sort of makes you question where you stand. But really, all I want is to be on a billboard, it’s not a lot to ask, and then, just when you thought you were cute, El Cucuy swishes by on the 19 Polk. Give me a break; if he can be on a bus, then I can be on a bus.
I thought I had gotten over my problem with El Cucuy. Seems silly. I don’t even know the guy. Maybe he’s really super fantastico! I may never learn the answer to my quandaries. I did try however, to do a bit of research on Mr. Cucuy. The only thing that I can put together is that, he’s back and on the radio en la mañana, when ever that is. But other than that, there is not a whole lot of information on the man. So I urge my community to find some stuff on El Cucuy and send it my way. Most importantly, if you have another picture of him, I would love to see it. At this point, I’m dying to see him in a different outfit. So much so that I might even print the picture, cut it out, glue a popsicle stick to the back of it and hold it up in front of every muni that passes by.
Es todo.
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