Tonight I waked by a courtyard that, like so many other public spaces in Seattle, has life-sized statues of average citizen types just hanging out. The block and the courtyard weren't very well lit, and it was a little unsettling to come round the corner and discover that one of the statues seated on a park bench had been replaced by Anubis, the dog-faced Ancient Egyptian god of death.

First thought:
Oh, great - now he's gonna pull my heart out and weigh it against a feather on the Scales of Justice. I am so not in the mood for this.

Second thought:
Oh, dear - apparently it is possible to read too much mythology in elementary school.

Third thought:
Oh, hey - that's not Anubis, that's a bronze statue of guy kicking back with his fingers laced behind his head and his elbows positioned in such a way that they seem form the pointy snout and ear of Anubis viewed in profile (which, considering the conventions of Ancient Egyptian art, is about the only way he's ever viewed).

Phew.