Memo from Thomas Kinkade.
 

No, really. He distributed a memo to the staff of his Christmas film. (The Christmas film which sat in cans until it was released direct-to-video, mind you.) It contains a lot of ridiculous notes, some malpropisms, and LOVE.

Vanity Fair got hold of it and posted it. They also include some interesting history of Kincaid, including the one time he got drunk at a Siegfried and Roy performance and repeatedly shouted "CODPIECE!" I only wish I was capable of making this stuff up.

I was also amused by some comments to the article, and found this one particularly insightful:

Are the stories of Kinkade misbehavior new or just a rehash of what was in that LA Times article a couple of years ago (the one that had him peeing on a Winnie the Pooh plywood cutout at the Disneyland Hotel)?

A rehash, I believe. But I hadn't read that article, so it was news to me.

Memo to Thomas Kinkade:

Buy looser fitting pants for the love of Christ...

I saw the thread title and thought "this better be funny". And it is, thankfully. :D F'n Kinkade.

My opinion of Kincade's work is that once you've seen one, you've seen 'em all.

I have never really cared for his art either. It seems very repetitive and safe.

I went into one of his galleries once becasue the Disneyland Print was there and the gal inside tried to convince me to buy it. I told her "I love Disneyland. But if I was going to have a piece of art in my house, I'd rather it be done by a Disney artist. Marc Davis, now there is an artist." I walked out after that.

:snap: Kudos and Mojo for that!:snap:

We always joke about marketing hubby as "painter of dark."