my wife has just died.
No, no my wife. That guy’s.
Condolences and congrats.
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Category Archives: Art
The Cthulhinator!
Okay, so the artist’s name for it is Termithulhu. I think that makes it sound like some sort of horrible, amphibious mutant carpenter ant or sumpin’, so I just up and changed it, cuz that’s how I roll, yo. Besides, for sneaky technical reasons I didn’t want to use the same title in case WordPress’s mighty Google Juice made this outrank his post on searches for his own art. Kinda sorta mortifying when that happens.
via Urban Vancouver
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quote o’ the day: womanhood
Yes, it’s that time of the month. This post is brought to you by the hormones estrogen, progesterone, FSH and LH. Here is Warhol Superstar drag queen Candy Darling, another case of proving what Truman Capote said, that those who choose to become blonde are blonder than those who are born that way.
Andy Warhol to Candy Darling: “Candy, we’re all wondering, do you get your period?”
Candy: “Every day Andy, I’m such a woman.”
from GinaRomantica on Gawker
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Fish heads, fish heads…by Barnes & Barnes
Eat them up, yum.
Well, this is a weird one. People always look at me funny when I talk about avant garde art in LA, but I tell ya, there are a lot of former art and fine art grads out there with soul killing nine-to-fivers, money to toss at their dreams, and memberships at Beyond Baroque. They’ve got to do something with their spare time.
Say hello to Barnes & Barnes. You get a sense of just how far out these guys really are when you realize that Dr Demento plays the straight man.
How are my darling little Spazchow heads? Fine? That’s swell! It’s 2007. Time is passing us by quickly. We’re getting older. One day we’ll all die and go to heaven. Or perhaps hell. You never can be too sure…Ya know, the internet is a wondrous thing. It makes me wanna say TOOMP!…
Man, is it ever a great time to be a B & B fan, or what?! And be nice to Billy Mumy, he’s really not a bad fellow. I mean it was touch and go there for awhile, but he got through it and now he’s just fine! Make sure to shout out a Down Hetta Hetta to him every once in awhile. Be sure to eat your vegetables and change your socks. Wash your hands after using the toilet and don’t leave the seat up. And fellows, when you drip, clean the rim, will ya?
Thanks and be sure to stay in touch and try to patronize Mr. Mumy and buy his music. He needs cash real bad.
Your extra special pal,
the ever reclusive Artie Barnes….
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the metrosexual tarot deck
What does the future hold for metrosexuals, other than steadily-declining fashionability and vague, doomed, and renumerative jobs in the Middle East? Oh, if only there were an oracle, a source of the wisdom and self-knowledge for which metrosexuals are so very not renowned.
Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting:
The Barista
The fool who makes your coffee languishes at the bottom of the metrosexual heap — shaggy hair, shabby chic, non-existent manicure. So why does he seem so serene and self-actualized? He makes a hundred drinks in a morning, yet he always remembers to make yours extra hot, with soy milk. At first you dismiss him as an overeducated joker. Before long, you realize he’s a nurturer, cheerleader, caffeinated shaman. What is it with this guy? Is he a graduate student? Does he play in a band, or what? You ask him, but he only smiles, and pulls another shot.
Meaning: Vision, flexibility, resourcefulness, travel.
Reversed: Indecision, with a change to come.
Go on, go on. Deck yourself out; deal yourself in. You know you want to. The Clubs are represented by Martini glasses, and the suits are Shoes, Potions, Forks, and Clubs! That is what I call playing with a full deck.
The Major Arcana, as if you pampered city dwellers couldn’t have already guessed, are:
The City (Seattle), The Loft, the Gay Pal, the Closet (no reason these are adjacent, none at all), The Personal Trainer, The Salon, Fabulousness, The Diet, The Gym, The DJ, Abs, the Designer, Therapy, The Barista, The Manicurist, Age, The Partners, The Sale, Prescriptions, Cocktails, The Stylist, and The Decorator.
Now I need a Ketel One Martini; I feel as if I just finished a Bret Easton Ellis novel. Do they still make those?
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