That last word seems made up but it isn’t. If you search for it on the intertitty you’ll find a wealth of information.
So Obama is back, and this time going to kick ass and use cliches, and he’s all out of cliches. The world is stuck like a deer in the headlights of a sixteen wheel suck mobile, paralyzed at his magnificence–or so the media would have you believe.
The truth, harder than a diamond, and as difficult to swallow as a giant bitter pill is that only a few people actually care; rich old liberals and black women. The rest of us are just trying to get on with our lives. The days of our lives, even.
So please, do us a favor, oh God Emperor of the Early Release Television Series, go the fuck away. Obama could build a speech generator using the words, ‘world, future, change, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, let us, hope, and destiny,’ bridged together with terrible sentence formations and almost no one would notice. Just put up a cardboard cut out and play side A of the tape called ‘Flattering Rich Crackers’ then flip it over to side B, ‘I am Black Also, and Understand You.’
Save everyone else some time, dickface. If we wanted to be talked down to or bored to death we’d use bad grammar in a blog post and wait for Hotspur to show up.
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This man, right here, the one I’m pointing to…is a DICK!!!
I went to a blacksmithing class on Sunday. It was a letter opener class, and there were only three of us there, which was nice because it made the class fairly leisurely. The instructor showed us the basics of the project, and then turned us loose in the forge while she walked around and offered comments and suggestions. This was the second class that I’ve taken at Adam’s Forge, and I really enjoy it. Hopefully I’ll be able to attend a few open forge nights in the near future.
So funny I bust my felt wiiiiiiddddeee open.
I don’t go to art exhibits very often because I’m straight, but this past weekend, wiserbride and I attended a concert at my son’s college and there happened to be an “art” exhibit in the same building. We had some time to kill and it was free, so what the hell, let’s go take a look, shall we?
It was …..oh, what’s the word…. oh yeah… HILARIOUS!!!!
Basically, the concept here is gluing glass objects together in different ways and then calling it “art.” Mostly things like old glass ashtrays and eyeglasses, but there were a couple of other glass items used, as in the piece shown above (wherein the arteest uses old Coke and Pepsi bottles and eyeglass lenses to focus our attention on the deep, dark realization that Coke and Pepsi are nothing more than two sides of one evil Big Soft-Drink Worldwide Conglomerate. Edgy, non?)
I stupidly did not get pictures of the numerous pieces that were hanging randomly on the walls around the gallery that were nothing more than ashtrays from hotel chains like Howard Johnson and Holiday Inn glued together to make frames for pictures of the hotels from which the ashtrays were stolen. Mundane and manifestly overt, these pieces were quite obviously from the artist’s early developmental period, when he was working the county fair craft tent and cheesy souvenir circuit.
But there were other pieces that I simply could not ignore.
Hello fellow H2ers. As you all know, October 29th or 30th is the day that we all set aside our differences–zumba or crossfit, fish sticks or chicken nuggets, terrible heavy metal or terrible alt-rock, test anxiety or work anxiety, grabbing pussies or manginas, flame throwers or hot pepper induced magma sharts, pickles or cheetos,– to celebrate our annual Halloween extravaganza and the ritual circumcision of a perfectly good gourd.
Please post pictures of your carlos-o-lanterns, your kids candy haul, a house that you egged and tee-peed, or funny Halloween stuff.
In case you missed it…here’s the drink recipe from this week’s SES.
Zombie MJ
1 oz light rum
1 oz gold rum
1.5 oz dark rum
1/2 oz 151 proof rum
1/2 oz pineapple juice
1/2 oz papaya juice
1/2 oz fresh lime juice
Fill a pint glass almost full with ice. In a shaker, combine the light, dark, and gold rum. Add the juice, and shaky shaky. Pour over the ice, and pour the 151 proof rum over the back of a spoon to float it on the drink.
Fun garnish: Take a sprig of mint and dip it in lime juice then coat it in sugar. It should dry with the sugar adhered to the mint. Very pretty.
MJ:
Well, I was hoping to find a sculpter for this week and look what came rolling out of the intertube.
Introducing Yong Ho Ji
b. yes, Korea
Vik Muniz
b. 1961 Sao Paulo, Nova Scotia.
Eclectic and prolific, there is an entire universe of Muniz to explore.
Yet again, I was not aware of Muniz before researching for this column which is odd in that he’s a really famous artist. It just goes to show how low-brow, under-exposed, pedestrian, and milquetoast I truly am.
But enough about my virtues; let me succinctly highlight one of my many faults. I have a poor concept of the passage of time when I am working on a production. Please allow me to ask a straight faced question.
Did I miss posting last Tuesday?
don’t ask me. I’m not myself these days. Well, that’s not entirely true. I am myself but this myself is not the myself that kicks it at The H2. This is who I was prior 2009 and my re-deployment to film life has been an unique vignette into how my life would have been different had I zigged instead of zagged when I retired.
I miss you.
I am exhausted.
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