Fran Lebowitz is right: the products of repression and self-hatred are artistically superior to the products of freedom and self-actualization. I mean: Vincent Van Gogh vs LeRoy Neiman. Case closed.
So this is what architects do in their spare time, when they’re not being paid to create soul-killing, fast-buck developments of appalling vulgarity that stain the surface of the Earth merely by existing:
Okay, maybe not, but reeeeeeeally close. You KNOW deep down in your heart of hearts that Eddie Vedder knows all the damn words to this song, as do you.
And the words, in case you’ve had tee many martoonies. Because, as we said, we know and you know and Eddie Vedder knows that you and me and Eddie Vedder know ALL the damn words:
Once upon a summertime
Just a dream from yesterday
A boy and his magic golden flute
Heard a boat from off the bay
“Come and play with me, Jimmy
Come and play with me.
And I will take you on a trip
Far across the sea.”
But the boat belonged to a kooky old witch
Who had in mind the flute to snitch
From her vroom broom in the sky
She watched her plans materialize
She waved her wand
The beautiful boat was gone
The skies grew dark
The sea grew rough
And the boat sailed on and on and on and on and on and on.
But Pufnstuf was watching too
And knew exactly what to do
He saw the witch’s boat attack
And as the boy was fighting back
He called his rescue racer crew
As often they’d rehearsed
And off to save the boy they flew
But who would get there first?
But now the boy had washed ashore
Puf arrived to save the day
Which made the witch so mad and sore
She shook her first and screamed away.
H.R. Pufnstuf,
Who’s your friend when things get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can’t do a little cause he can’t do enough.
H.R. Pufnstuf,
Who’s your friend when things get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can’t do a little cause he can’t do enough.
I think people would be more Squid-positive if they could only visualize the huge productivity gains. THINK about it!
Mine was always on my case about drawing my pentacles with straighter lines and was I totally sure that was the actual Aleister Crowley quotation and not just some lame paraphrase of Baudelaire? Oh yeah, and mine was gay, of course!
via Neatorama
I have absolutely zero belief that posting this won’t generate blowback, but what the hell: it’s funny. And it’s not as if I don’t make fun of the non-addicted as well. We are equal-opportunity snark around these parts, I tell you.
And so we at the ol’ raincoaster blog present Allison from Intervention, remixed to her favorite tune, Walking on Sunshine which poppy summer delight will never be the same again.
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