Kids raise your hands if it didn’t momentarily cross your mind when you sat glued in front of your tv set watching the Hurrican Horse man going running in Hurricane Sandy to go to the basement looking for your own horse head to don and follow suit?
That said the identity of the individual who brought much needed relief to the grief of watching the North East almost fly off the map (or at least that’s what it felt like what would happen any minute as I flicked from weather channel man to weather channel man, each one out doing each other in hysteria, mind boggling facts and stats and dizzy sweat beads) has finally been identified.
Tweeted the individual responsible for exposing the banality called our dire preoccupation with disaster, mortality and grief, 27 year old assistant account executive at a marketing firm, Jimmy Kruyne:
The news crew is down the block. I’m thinking horse mask and swimming trunks?
And after the stunt becoming an almost national icon Jimmy tweeted the following before being interviewed about his stunt:
In my next life I’d like to come back as a horse and wear a human mask during the next hurricane
washingtonpost: What’s up with the horse mask? “I actually bought it a couple years ago, just for fun,” he told us. “I thought it would be nice to have a horse mask around in case something comes up.” He says he thought it would be funny to sprint past the reporter and swears he had no intention of monopolizing the camera — but then his glasses fogged up inside the mask, and he had to slow down to adjust them. Working from home the rest of the day in his flood-prone Bloomingdale apartment, Kruyne was still processing his unexpected moment of fame.
“If I had known that this would happened, I would have been working out the last month or painted on a six-pack,” he joked. “I was looking a little soft.”
Jimmy me and the chipmunks are thinking of streamers, ribbons, super blow dried hair and a smattering of sequin glitter stars on our eyelids the very second another gale of wind ever dares invade our lives as we merrily gallop down the alley of madness.
Thanks for the laughs Jimmy…
