Weekend Memes

 

HHD – Gearing up for the Games

Roamy must be busy, so I’ll throw together an HHD poat for her.

Watching OnDemand shows for NBC (The Brave, WOO HOO!) has exposed me to some cool Winter Olympics ads. Of course I can’t find a link to it, since NBC probably has it locked down (why on earth would you want to release an ad to the public? why, someone might SEE IT!) but take my word for it, coolness.

2 Second POS Poat

I’ve been kinda busy – gotta leave in a minute or two for a business thing, but figured I’d vomit something up which that little felt bastidge can stomp – OR that the amazing and talented hostess extraordinaire Carin can modify/update to make it passable for this chat room ———-

Carin warming up?

BBF

Hello cat fanciers, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your feature is an adult model from Redditch, England, born December 19, 1988, 30G-22-32 and 5’6″ at 108lbs. Please soak your duck and welcome, Miss Kitty Lea!

Blue Wire

Well, let’s get fresh for the summer season.  Evidently zee Moronosphere is ablaze with real zeal for new art posts in America, and so in celebration of the new let us break from the past.

Check out:

Geoff McFetridge

b 1971 Canada

He’s a bright talent and prolific.

Watch for his shows in a metropolitan galleria near ye’ia.

(pro-tip.  Free wine.)

Taste the brainbow.

Star Wire

What follows is an uncharacteristically wordy post.  It is not necessarily about art.
It has been a week since we learned of the too soon passing of our dear friend.  Much has been said about him and much has been shared regarding our feelings of loss and of joy and of laughter.

And that is good.

Rose is where he started and we are where we are.

We are still us.

We are different.

We are simultaneously diminished and reinforced.

And so, In the spirit of our group I would like to recognize another fellow without whom this salon would not be the same.  A man who in our presence routinely puts his heart on exhibit and has in a forthright fashion invited us to do likewise.

On a morning of utter dispair and heart broken confusion it was by his timely guidance and caring correspondence that I began to feel my blood flow and my breath return after such a trial of profoundly shocking sadness.

He laid bare that tragedy so that we might contemplate a path to healing.

He cares.

On any given evening his earnest effusions of angst and polemic are fiery and to the point; and on each Saturn’s Day his talent and wit are courageously put on display for all to enjoy and criticize.

He is thoughtful.

When I was invited to post here he said to me, “Here’s the keys, Kid.  Go fuckin’ nuts!”  Promptly, upon mine first post, he must have realized that I am an artfag and probably lamented what had become of this Fast-Forward Banglor Political Blogtank of Awesomeness.

At any rate, In a figleaf moment he commented, “Well, do a Georgia O’Keeffe post.”

As it happens, I don’t do requests.

Although, as fate would have it the artist fits in rather well this week in our further unwinding of Modernism in contemporary art and so…

Mr. Wiserpants, this Bud’s for you.

With many thanks and caring.

You are a good friend to us all and we are truly lucky to have you.