| Eliza Hodgkins 1812 |
10-04-2005 01:10 PM |
If one believes the world is comprised of idiots, this isn't so hard to believe.
Oh, I'm so mean. But not really. Each person's taste to his and her liking, after all. *I*, for example, love art. But my home? It's half decorated with bad art. I love bad art. Art made by the lay people. Folk art? Perhaps. My father just found a giant velvet painting of a crying boy. I told Heidi, "Instead of a sad clown painting, it's a painting of a boy looking at a sad clown." Man, it's wonderful! My father called to tell me he was bringing me a gift, "I've been putting pennies aside for a long time." Awwwwwwww, I thought.
And then it was a joke. Someone left the painting outside and he found it and thought I'd either love it or be horrified by it - either way, he wins.
And I LOVED it, alright. "Did you KNOW I've been looking for a velvet painting? I've been searching for one for years! Most of them are either of Elvis or some naked chick, but this - THIS - is unique!" And then I squeezed him tight and clapped my hands and planted that sucker on my wall. Now where to put my Corpse Bride poster, I wonder....
So, "Toxic"...bad velvet paintings...well, who am I to judge this list?
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