AGREED. Once I saw a piece of art that was a red stripe, a yellow stripe, and a red stripe -- all vertical, nothing special -- that the museum apparently bought for thousands of dollars. Um, hello, that is not art. o.O
What about the ones done by gorillas? Or -- I saw this in the Boston Globe once -- a battered armchair with stuffing coming out. Which sold for thousands of dollars and made the "artist" extremely comfortable. I COULD DO THAT. WHY DO I NOT HAVE THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS? In fact, there is a chair in my living room that was savaged by cats and looks almost exactly like the thousands-of-dollars, really-deep-self-expressionism one (we keep it because it's My Chair for watching films with Dad in). Perhaps I can sell it to a gallery, if I wear pumps and lipstick and try to sound about twenty-five and talk about the meaningful stuff it means.
DEAN PRIEST ACTION FIGURE. If this does not exist I will make it. From bits of twine and whatever, if need be!
YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE IT. Or I could make one on thick paper with a popsicle stick on the back. Then he could sit on my bookshelf next to Ten and Moony and I would likely expire of fangirlism.
P&P is an excellent film, which I keep intending to ramble philosophically on about on account of the cinematography and acting and things. I'm not a particularly devoted Jane Austen fan -- I enjoy her greatly, but I've never been reduced to fangirly spasms, as it were -- but this recent P&P is so comfortable, and just generally awesome, and also contains Matthew MacFadyen, who could compete with David Tennant (egad, his EYES, and his FROCK COATS). It's an excellent film to watch on a dreary day, or a good one, even. :D
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Date: 2007-06-28 12:18 am (UTC)What about the ones done by gorillas? Or -- I saw this in the Boston Globe once -- a battered armchair with stuffing coming out. Which sold for thousands of dollars and made the "artist" extremely comfortable. I COULD DO THAT. WHY DO I NOT HAVE THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS? In fact, there is a chair in my living room that was savaged by cats and looks almost exactly like the thousands-of-dollars, really-deep-self-expressionism one (we keep it because it's My Chair for watching films with Dad in). Perhaps I can sell it to a gallery, if I wear pumps and lipstick and try to sound about twenty-five and talk about the meaningful stuff it means.
DEAN PRIEST ACTION FIGURE. If this does not exist I will make it. From bits of twine and whatever, if need be!
YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE IT. Or I could make one on thick paper with a popsicle stick on the back. Then he could sit on my bookshelf next to Ten and Moony and I would likely expire of fangirlism.
P&P is an excellent film, which I keep intending to ramble philosophically on about on account of the cinematography and acting and things. I'm not a particularly devoted Jane Austen fan -- I enjoy her greatly, but I've never been reduced to fangirly spasms, as it were -- but this recent P&P is so comfortable, and just generally awesome, and also contains Matthew MacFadyen, who could compete with David Tennant (egad, his EYES, and his FROCK COATS). It's an excellent film to watch on a dreary day, or a good one, even. :D