While driving over train tracks in a random area of the San Fernando Valley, I kept catching glimpses of hair-band guitarists, pirates and vampires out of the corner of my eye. When I eventually stopped to survey this weirdo-speckled parking lot up close, I found even more delightful characters. There are giant saxophones, larger-than-life shrimp cocktails, Roman gladiators, and other oddities I can only describe as fast-food superheroes with masochistic tendencies. These plaster/ceramic statues reside in an eclectic store that sells art and home furnishings, and now I can’t stop smiling about the idea of someone exclaiming, “I want one of those for my foyer!” upon spotting a guitarist with tangled hair or a hotdog eating itself. What do you think the appeal would be for such a purchase? Perhaps a desire to live in one of Madame Tussaud’s wax museums?