arty-farty
I've been watching "Work of Art" on Bravo. I've been foaming at the mouth at the bullshit pieces of art these people are putting out. And I've noticed they voted out all the older contestants first. It's like a fucking Urban Outfitters commercial. I've been coming up with ideas that I think far outstrip the pieces I've seen. I've been carrying my camera to take pictures I like around town. I saw two kids waiting for the bus dressed like Hessians, with an awesome head banger guitar. I parked my truck and ran down the street to take a picture of them. They were sweet, and laughed when I asked to take a picture. Of course, I've forgotten their names. I took pictures of my client's garden sculpture, a 6 ft Velociraptor named Bob. Gotta love that. I also got to clown around with it, you know--pretend to be eaten. I remember when the nature center in Long Beach closed off bits of their trails with signs that said "Caution: Rap...