I was at Wal Mart the other day and decided to cruise down the clearance aisle. I don’t often shop there, but clearance racks are like thrift stores. You never know what you’ll find.
I found this:
I chuckled. I photographed it. I came home, started to write a blog and thought….. come on.
How often does corn need to wear a coat?
Fair enough… if not slightly disturbing.
Proof positive there’s a Google Image for everything.
And then I saw –
Which is definitely disturbing.
And of course that got me thinking of that damned corn on the cob dildo I found on Amazon a while back, which lead me to –
Make of that what you will.
Google Images has a mind of it’s own.
But thinking about disturbing corn also made my mind go here –
Stephen King’s Children of the Corn.
A camp classic.
But not the only strange corn…
And that made me remember Corn Stonehenge.
Yes, it really exists.
Maybe it’s supposed to be ironic, this former corn field, sprouting 109 people-sized ears of concrete corn in a large oddball art display. But it’s also a salute to Sam Frantz, an inventor of hybrid corns, and a very weird sight along the highway.
Frantz farmed this site from 1935 to 1963, using it as as a study field for tasty mutant strains. Frantz was “well known for his development of hybrid corn seeds,” and worked with Ohio State University on hybridization projects. He donated this land, now named Sam and Eulalia Frantz Park, after its farming days were over.
The artist brought in by the Dublin Arts Council to create the environment of corn, Malcolm Cochran, completed the field in 1994.
Intended by the Arts Council to remind residents of the area’s long-gone agricultural heritage, the Field of Corn instantly became a joke — giant inedible food — paid for with tax dollars, and surrounded by a sprawl of corporate offices, bland businesses and suburban neighborhoods.
And now, I totally want to go and take a corn selfie.
(Admit it… you do too.)
But if that isn’t enough corn cuteness for you?
Here’s a capybara.
In a pool.
Just because I can.
From Wal Mart’s clearance aisle to giant rodents eating corn.
That’s the very definition of sidetracked.