He who is without...

There's a page of pictures over at the 2004 Baltimore Kinetic Sculpture Race that are really worth a look, if for no other reason than to enjoy watching peeps enjoy life.

The bear is the one that had me laughing out loud, but I'm a total sucker for two types of humor:

Someone is beating themselves up with a body part out of control. Think Me, Myself & Irene or Evil Dead 2. Rollin.
People dressed up as mascots in general lower my willing-to-laugh threshold by an order of magnitude. IE, in Jackass: The Movie, where they're skateboarding around Japan in panda suits.

The last until recently had me kinda worried, in that I really didn't like the idea of having some sort of furry fetish. That just kinda wigged me out until I realized that:

It doesn't have to be an animal, I laughed just as hard watching the human-esque mascots topple at the baseball game. Whenever I see one of those creatures jump up and start dancing on a dugout, part of me is always hoping to see it get rush-tackled by someone in the stands.
I really only found it humorous when they were in out-of-context scenes, such as the above, or when they were being beaten on in some fashion. I'm not exactly a big fan of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective as a movie, but lord when he starts wailing on the team mascot I lose it.

Erm, that might say something even worse about my psychological makeup, but I've learned to live with it.