Monday, January 15, 2007
Time to Smarten Up
It is that time again. Time to make the doughnuts. Time to write two syllabi for this coming semester. Time to re-animate thoughts and tone up that flabby lazy ass-brain.
I am teaching a seminar on contemporary art for juniors and a drawing class for seniors wherein I will preach the necessity for utilizing the ass as the generative creative force: draw from your ass, contemplate your ass, pay homage to your ass. Your ass will be there for you through thick and thin. Please replace all other ideas with this one.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
A Letter
Dear Noggin,
Help me for I cannot hold the clamp steady. The clamp holds the metal in place. The metal is formed in the shape of charming yet functionless decoration. The decorative metal is meant to inspire peace. The peace is meant to fill your soul with goodness, yet none of this can occur with the clamp coming loose all the time as it does.
I wish I had you near me to hold the clamp in place!
Accordingly, please try to come over when you can, as I have been standing here for days, trying to hold the clamp steady, but as I've said, the clamp keeps coming loose and now my hands are numb and bloody.
Aside from that, I still need you to come over.
Love,
Crumble
Help me for I cannot hold the clamp steady. The clamp holds the metal in place. The metal is formed in the shape of charming yet functionless decoration. The decorative metal is meant to inspire peace. The peace is meant to fill your soul with goodness, yet none of this can occur with the clamp coming loose all the time as it does.
I wish I had you near me to hold the clamp in place!
Accordingly, please try to come over when you can, as I have been standing here for days, trying to hold the clamp steady, but as I've said, the clamp keeps coming loose and now my hands are numb and bloody.
Aside from that, I still need you to come over.
Love,
Crumble
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Doug Henning
Welcome to the world of magic. Where magic is illusion. And illusion can be magical. FB, do you not think this will be your next Halloween costume? Research on Doug Henning will lead you to bucktooth smiles, fanciful whimsy in the form of inspirational quotes and shiny one-piece outfits. Sunbursts, butterflies and puffy clouds.
Please visit www.doughenning.com to witness delights upon delights.
Have a wonderful day.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
The Wicker Man
First things first. This movie is a musical.
A police sergeant flies in a water plane to an island off the west coast of Scotland. He is there to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. The harbour master greets the uniformed stranger, along with several gnarly-toothed turtleneck-wearing goons. The policeman pulls out a picture to ask if they know of her. They all shake their heads no. "No she doesn’t belong to this island." "I don’t know her at all." "Can’t say I know her." "She’s not from here." Giggles.
Later at the Green Man Inn, the sergeant walks through a smoky bar filled shaggy drinkers. The innkeeper and his daughter, Willow, played by a plump-lipped and shapely blonde Scandinavian, agree to give him a room. Quickly the first musical number of the movie ensues - a lecherous song about Willow and “the parts that lie between her left toe and her right toe.”
Our Sergeant Howie is very serious and systematic, a problem-solver. He does not trust the islanders…but why? It is soon revealed that they are hedonistic pagans who believe in reincarnation and like to play dress up, tough for a Catholic virgin to swallow.
One of the best scenes in any movie ever begins with the sergeant kneeling at his bed in the inn, praying. Willow apparently sleeps next door. That night she tries to seduce him, to lure him to her through song and dance. There are no words to describe this scene. Let it be said that shadows are important, sculptures are touched, man-sweat is induced, and the fine lass’s ass is self-slapped. This is one of the most important scenes in cinema. You must trust me on this.
Post haste we are transported to the next musical number. A man that looks like your 7th grade geography teacher/ boys' rhythmic gymnastic coach sings of transmutation and sexual union – for him song is not just words, it is also charade-like hand gestures. This is another catchy tune, a tune you'll not soon forget.
Slowly the sargeant starts to understand the sinister depths of blaspheming and sin rampant on the island. In his disgust and suspicion he thinks he is putting together the pieces of a murder mystery…..but there is a twist of course. Also there is Christopher Lee in drag, there are naked girls who leap over an open flame amidst a faux Stonehenge, hoping for parthenogenesis. (Here I am thinking of a dangerous kind of douche commercial.) Just trust me. Please see this movie. Please.
Long may the Wicker Man burn.
A police sergeant flies in a water plane to an island off the west coast of Scotland. He is there to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. The harbour master greets the uniformed stranger, along with several gnarly-toothed turtleneck-wearing goons. The policeman pulls out a picture to ask if they know of her. They all shake their heads no. "No she doesn’t belong to this island." "I don’t know her at all." "Can’t say I know her." "She’s not from here." Giggles.
Later at the Green Man Inn, the sergeant walks through a smoky bar filled shaggy drinkers. The innkeeper and his daughter, Willow, played by a plump-lipped and shapely blonde Scandinavian, agree to give him a room. Quickly the first musical number of the movie ensues - a lecherous song about Willow and “the parts that lie between her left toe and her right toe.”
Our Sergeant Howie is very serious and systematic, a problem-solver. He does not trust the islanders…but why? It is soon revealed that they are hedonistic pagans who believe in reincarnation and like to play dress up, tough for a Catholic virgin to swallow.
One of the best scenes in any movie ever begins with the sergeant kneeling at his bed in the inn, praying. Willow apparently sleeps next door. That night she tries to seduce him, to lure him to her through song and dance. There are no words to describe this scene. Let it be said that shadows are important, sculptures are touched, man-sweat is induced, and the fine lass’s ass is self-slapped. This is one of the most important scenes in cinema. You must trust me on this.
Post haste we are transported to the next musical number. A man that looks like your 7th grade geography teacher/ boys' rhythmic gymnastic coach sings of transmutation and sexual union – for him song is not just words, it is also charade-like hand gestures. This is another catchy tune, a tune you'll not soon forget.
Slowly the sargeant starts to understand the sinister depths of blaspheming and sin rampant on the island. In his disgust and suspicion he thinks he is putting together the pieces of a murder mystery…..but there is a twist of course. Also there is Christopher Lee in drag, there are naked girls who leap over an open flame amidst a faux Stonehenge, hoping for parthenogenesis. (Here I am thinking of a dangerous kind of douche commercial.) Just trust me. Please see this movie. Please.
Long may the Wicker Man burn.
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