My Uncle Jim used to claim that was a name given to a certain portion of the 43rd Infantry during WWII, but it appears that something by “Trout Fishing in America, Shorty,” entitled “Teetotalitarianism’s Lament” has usurped the description:
If you stare at it long enough, it kind of looks like a painting.
Reminds me of a recent trip to the Cincinnati Art Museum with my mother and brother. We walked into the modern art room, and one HUGE painting, well, looking at it, I said, “It looks like a recently tilled field that’s had a bit of snow and ice collect on it.” They agreed, but once we got closer, the description plate revealed it was intended to be something completely different.
Something it didn’t resemble at all.
Oh, and about half the “paintings” in that room featured long, thick trails of paint that had run down the canvas. I’m sure someone, somewhere considers that an artistic touch, but when I see that I’m reminded of an elementary-school kid helping mom and dad paint the living room.
still life with neapolitan?
stare at it long enough…
Future Rorschach
I have seen better than this …>>
MTR’s first rule of Art: If I could do it, it’s not art.
Took my 8 year old daughter to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC where there was a painting of a giant red dot on a white background. She asked, “Why did they paint the flag of Japan?”
Hey! Who ate all the chocolate!
LM–
If you’re determined to hang around here, at least link pics of hot, naked Kashmiri women.
$72.84 million, and it isn’t even Rothko’s best.
at least give me a deal on one of them sweaters
Jeff still sleeping?
Child: “Dad, what’s Dada?”
PWTW: children27
This is a picture of a Turkish stripper wearing a blindfold. And a mustard coloured pillbox hat.
It’s rather good..
I kinda thought it looked like a thick slab of extra firm tofu on a hamburger bun dunked in Pepto Bismol, possibly garnished with a schmear of barbecue sauce.
Classic
Happyfeet… that’s dead on.
I was going to post this link as a response, but you pretty much nailed it first….
http://www.time.com/time/printout/0,8816,1622015,00.html
You’ve seen the carefully curated exhibit, now see the film.
Al Gore in “Manufacturing Consent”.
Actually, it’s upside-down.
I recently went to the Museum of Modern Art in New York F*ing City and there was literally a FLOOR of ‘paintings’ that looked like that. Entire rooms the size of a McDonald’s filled with tricolors of various sizes. I felt like I was at an E.U. conference.
I thought it was sideways, but couldn’t figure out which side.
This is why you never, never let those trendy folk from “Design On A Dime” paint your powder room.
Well, it kind of looks like it was painted, anyway. I don’t think my barber would like it much–just this morning we were discussing the stupidity of a law here in town that requires all new buildings to spend 1% of the cost on piles of rusty metal, shellacked turds, and the like.
After all, who is a better art critic than a barber, I ask you?
Hmmmm.
It’s an Egg McMuffin gone bad.
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Though not in attitude ‘cause once you’ve been assimilated by the red-headed UberFuerher Ronald McDonald you stay assimilated.
Otherwise the Hamburglar is going to ride you like a pony.
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You know you guys a really bad influence on me. There was a time when I wouldn’t have written anything like that.
LM–
If you’re determined to hang around here, at least link pics of hot, naked Kashmiri women.
If you don’t, the terrorists win.
One thing about paintings, even Rothko acknowledged masterpieces. Everyone is a critic. Think of it as a Robert Kincaid without all the crap.
It isn’t the worst. In the DIA I saw a flagstone walk. No, it was just that.
Right then, I knew law school was a bad way of separating the fools from their coin.
*sigh*
There but for the respect I have for my parents…
The fact that I like to bathe regularly…
That beards are itchy…
And I look terrible in black…
Went I.
Blast!
Looks like an aerial view of a bed.
Barbie’s bed. After the bank repossesed the dream house and she’s moved into a cheap motel.
Yechh.
It looks like some concoction that you left in the fridge too long and now it’s separated out into its constituent parts, against both God and Nature.
Oh, my white brothers, you have once again proved that you are fit for nothing but hard manual labor, because you do not get it!
Assume the position and sing!:
How great thou art!
You don’t need to fall in love, you just need to fall in line—Her Imperial Majesty, Hillary I.
The “teetotal” part made me imagine some kind of mutant Black and Tan made with layers of cranberry juice, Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill*, a thin layer of Guinness stout, and a hearty layer of Bushmills, all topped off with grenadine, which is overflowing the glass and dripping down the side.
I’ll bet if you drank a few of those you’d be able to see “an ocean, a sailboat and maybe some of them big-tittied mermaids doin’ some of that lesbian shit”, as ‘street poet’ Jason Mewes might say.
*Do they even still make that crap?