

Meet Mortimer. Mortimer Snerd. After Terry Fator wowed James with his Live in Las Vegas DVD, James begged for a dummy of his own. Christmas generosity prevailed and Mortimer has held a spot at our table ever since. Oh the number of snaggletooth routines we've seen. Edgar Bergen, Paul Winchell, and yes, Terry Fator dummy duets have all been memorized and performed, many times over. And who knew Mortimer could sing MC Hammer? Look out Howdy Doody, U Can't Touch This. James' enthusiasm hasn't died down yet, but there's still time. The world of ventriloquism is a little frightening. Just do five mintues of perusing ebay for available dummies and you'll see what I mean.


Kicking the requests up a notch, James has requested we build a dummy together. Good god, have you ever looked at the mechanics on one of those things? It's like four different pulley systems in there. James wants to follow Paul Winchell's directions in, Ventriloquism for Fun and Profit. He makes it look oh so easy. However, after making the plasticene mold of the dummy's head, I'm realizing that unless I can sew a pulley system to his papier mache jaw, we may not make it much further.

Still, we'll see this phase through. It's bizarre and fun and he's good at it! Plus, the nostalgia hits me hard. When I was ten, I got a dummy for Christmas too. His name was Lester. I kept him for about a year, but his steady stares from every direction got to me. I stuffed him behind our big furnace in the basement and never looked behind there again. With James reading the Goosebumps series' Night of the Living Dummy I, II and III, I suspect Mortimer's stares will eventually get to him too.