“Come, sweet slumber, enshroud me in thy purple cloak.” I’ve had that stuck in my head the past few days and could NOT remember where I knew it from. I knew it was an 80s thing, so I did some sleuthing and, lo and behold, it was Max Headroom. Which was a little frightening on a couple of levels. One, I had just been thinking of Max Headroom last week (mostly thinking what kind of balls one would need to actually pitch that, and did said person get to keep their job in the end?) and two, WTF do I still have this kind of inane crap stuck in my head?!
Let me just start by saying that I came by this, ummmmm, vase on ebay honestly… I have a search set up for Vistosi pottery and glassware (like Mr. Unaffordable Bird) and this is what showed up in my inbox yesterday.
What does it say if an old high school acquaintance challenges you to a Facebook movie quiz called “Who’s Boobs.!!“? Â (let’s all try to get past the gross grammar errors, shall we? Really, there wasn’t one shot of Entwistle’s boobs in there. )Â
And what does it say that I scored higher than him?!Â
but it’s an awesome bizarre. It’s like Ronnie Van Zant, Kate Pierson, Joseph Stalin, Amy Winehouse, a healthy dose of Ed Grimley and a little Keebler Elf all rolled into one…Â
Ok, I’ve read through this post over at Apartment Therapy five (yes, FIVE) times now and still haven’t got the faintest idea of what they’re talking about. I don’t think it was written by one of their bloggers; I think maybe it was pulled from either the web site or other promotional materials for the Takumi Key Calendar (but I’m not sure, because, well, I forgot to learn Japanese).Â
The Takumi Key Calendar plays upon both the metaphorical and also the innate physical desire to manipulate the mechanical as an effective way to keep track of the days of a month…
Instead of a simple flip calendar, the Takumi Key Calendar appeals to the same tactile desire employed when popping plastic bubbles or pressing buttons…who wouldn’t be tempted to place the key into the lock to see what happens?
Ok, honestly, what in the hell are they talking about? I’ve been through art school, I know the crap that can come spewing from your mouth in defense of a project (yeah, I’m talking to you, Dann!) but isn’t there some kind of limit? Because this is just incomprehensible.
I’ll take my calendars with actual numbers, please. And less BS.Â
Not usually a huge fan of installation art, but Mark Jenkins’ work intrigues me, especially the Storker Project. Does he just carry little packing tape babies around with him everywhere he goes?! On one hand, that freaks me out just a little, but on the other, it’s awesome.
Break out your Scotch-brand and get instructions for your own tape sculpture here.
A “strapless G-stringâ€? Wouldn’t it be more correct to call it a “stringless G-stringâ€? And then, logically, just a “Gâ€?  Or, perhaps more logically, “idiotic.”Â
 (note: I have come up with approximately four zillion good, filthy jokes to write in this post but somehow cannot bring myself to type in even one of them.)Â
Gee, the — ahem — 
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Not usually a huge fan of installation art, but 
as to why the world needs