Harold Ramis dead at 69 of complications from autoimmune inflammatory vasculitis
Harold Ramis, the man behind numerous blockbuster films such as Ghostbusters and Groundhog’s Day,…
He was 85.
A true comedy genius, he passed away at the age of 91.
The former child star and diplomat has passed away at age of 85.
I know next to nothing about art. I studied anthropology, not art history. History makes it more reputable, so I hear. All I know is I had to take some classes on art appreciation in order to distinguish the difference between Jackson Pollock dripping paint on canvas and ME dripping paint on canvas. You want to know the difference?
POLLOCK DID IT FIRST!!!
That’s it. You and I can drip paint all over a canvas and make it look like one of his hot messes, but it won’t fetch $40 million. Same with Picasso. Gawd, I hate that commie dickwrinkle. But I have to admit, he was an expert at reinventing the wheel. And he was famous because HE DID IT FIRST!! He did Cubism, Glassicim, Surrealism, and did it first. Georgia O’Keefe painted vulvic flowers first. Monet made impressions first. Surat made points first.
Sometimes it seems as though it’s all about being first, not necessarily about talent.
But I do know one thing about art: I know what I like. I don’t like messes, but I do like paradoxes. I ♥ Dalí as much as I ♥ Wyeth. I like Van Gogh as much as I like Warhol. And I despise Pollock as much as I despise Picasso. It’s all relative, I suppose. It really depends on what your definition of “art” is. I know I can stand in front of a painting by Winslow Homer for hours, and barely give a passing glance to one by Edouard Manet. Yes, it’s pretty, but it doesn’t move me in any way except to get me to the other side of the gallery.
And what do y’all consider “art”?
Hot dogs are an American staple. Most everyone likes them. When we lived in Germany, it was one of the preferred gifts to give the locals. That along with Oreos™, marshmallows, and motor oil. Hey, with the price of motor oil at over 25 Euros PER LITER, it made a great gift. Trust me. Anyway, one thing that has always bothered me is what people put on the hot dog. Personally, I never understood why people used ketchup. It seems wrong to me.
And the variety of toppings just floors me. I prefer chili cheese dogs, but one friend likes sauerkraut. One kid likes mustard ONLY. Hubby piles on relish and mustard. And a friend of my son’s likes the Chicago style with a whole pickle and other crap. My cousin only puts diced tomatoes on hers. My dad thinks they are the food of the devil, though.
So, how do y’all fix your hot dog? And I don’t mean taking your Dachshund to the vet
I have been rather impressed with the amount of TV fare out there centering on survivalist skills and preparing for the End Times™. I also had no idea his name was Bear Grillis. Anyway, lately the family has been talking about stuff like making our own stone oven, and digging wells. And one thing lead to another, and now we are packing BOBs.
Click to embiggenify.
So, my friends, what else would you place in the bag? Besides duct tape and WD-40™, I mean
Some of you are commenting on the pic once you embiggenify. If you could also comment at the post, that would be great
Because someone has to do it.
Now that I have scared you shitless from the interwebnets, go enjoy the day.
AFTER you scrub your retinas with Drano™
And we get the present!
NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope has snapped a spectacular new image of an iconic nebula to celebrate its 23 years of peering deep into the heavens.
The Hubble observatory, which launched on April 24, 1990, captured the Horsehead Nebula in infrared light, peering through obscuring veils of dust to reveal the object’s hidden features.
I don’t know….doesn’t look like a horse’s head to me. Looks like a man with his back turned towards me, his arms out, and head looking down. Like a Calvin Klein astronomy ad.
Hope y’all have a great Sunday!!
Because it’s Friday the 13th!!
I’m not a superstitious person by any stretch. I do have my *ahem* cautions, though. But they have more to do with common sense than with superstition. For example, I won’t go into an abandoned building, not because of the fear of Jason wanting to try out his new Henkels™ knife, but because I don’t want the place falling down on me. I like black cats, I have no problem walking under a ladder, I have broken my share of mirrors, and I do believe I have opened umbrellas inside the house. On top of that, I have stepped on cracks and my mother’s back is as strong as ever.
I do wonder if my kids have stepped on cracks, though, because my back sure is screwed up.
Are there any superstitions that y’all observe out of habit? Or perhaps out of fear??
It’s Sunday, I’m bored, and y’all need entertainment.
Yes, I think it’s full of shit, too
When I was very young, my grandmother taught me one of the languages of flowers. I say one, because she taught me the Catalán version and apparently there is an English version as well as a French one. She always enjoyed flowers, and had a huge garden full of geraniums out from, vivid red ones, because it meant “Folly”.
She was a very sarcastic woman.
She also never allowed Dahlias to be near her, for they meant “Death”. When she passed away, my uncle brought a wreath of Dahlias to her wake, and loudly told her as she laid in her casket that now was the perfect time for Dahlias, at which point everyone laughed and cheered. My grandmother would have appreciated that, I’m sure.
When I married, my mother made pretty much all of the arrangements. The only thing I requested, aside from the flavor of the cake, was the flowers.
I love Callas. The simple curve of the petal is hypnotic to me. My grandmother never taught me the meaning of it, probably because she didn’t think I would appreciate it, but they represent “Magnificent Beauty”. She probably thought my demeanor was more suited to a Pansy.
Pansy means “Happy”, you know!!!
What do your favorite flowers say about you?