Art Attack Central
Fixing stuff, myself included…
Painting
Finally I started a new painting yesterday afternoon. Drinking wine, smoking and painting at the same time, I heard the dreaded “beep beep beep”. I threw my brush down, and dashed through the hall shouting, “what, what, what?” There sat Abbott reading The Washington Post, while Elliott was once again trying to dismantle the keyboard. I gave both of them a proper tongue lashing.
Yesterday it was “mouth-watering;” today it’s a “tongue lashing.” Do you have an oral fixation?
Well I did say, we need to redefine the word “speakeasy.” Perhaps it’s the opposite of a tongue lashing.
“The basis of optimism is sheer terror.”
–Oscar Wilde
“It is better to be compex than to have one”
–jf Cates
Dogs At The Pavlovian Speakeasy
Abbott, Su and I went to Niwanna a Japanese/Korean restaurant last night. It’s located on 33rd St. very close to Johns Hopkins University. I love sushi; someday I’ll just eat sushi and nothing else. I’m also a fool for Korean food; I like it hot, hot, hot. I wonder if I’ve burned my taste buds out, and thus they require constant stimulation. No don’t go there! That’s not what I meant.
Well just what did you mean?
No amount of nudging, begging or pleading will make me tell you. However, I have been known to accept bribes.
How about some gazpacho soup?
Okay, you’ve got me. What I really meant was if your taste buds are truly captured by the essence of a particular food, you will not be able to resist it. All resistance is futile. Do not attempt to escape mouth-watering foods. Mouth-watering? What does that really mean? We’re creating a Pavlovian speakeasy.
Pavlovian speakeasy?
Boy is that weird; you get 23 results on Google for it, but if you put quotes around it you get a big fat 0. I wonder what you would serve at the Pavlovian Speakeasy? I know you would have to serve illegal alcoholic beverages to qualify for the name speakeasy in it’s original definition. I think therefore, we should redefine the word so it will have a practical use in today’s world. How about the word bootlegger from the same era? My grandfather was a bootlegger, or so I’ve been told.
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One of the things I remember about him was that he used to make little dogs out of chenille. He was old then, and crippled from a fall on the ice that occurred during the time when he was a used car dealer in Washington DC., after prohibition was over. He used to sell the dogs at a craft fair in Braddock Heights Maryland. There was a huge sliding board at the fair. You would climb up a long ramp to reach the top; the slide was about 12 feet wide and at least 50 feet high, and by today’s standards probably dangerous as hell. The gleaming metal was hot in the summer time.
PS Some how the Tuesday Too comment is now with the KittyKat De-Konstruction Kompany Post; I fear this is the work of Elliott.
1.) Describe your most recent sexual encounter. APRIL FOOL! However, if you really want to do that, go ahead.
2.) Does your state/county have some form of legalized gambling other than the lottery? What do you think about on online gambling? Is gambling really connected to organized crime?
3.) What is your greatest ambition?
“A person who aims at nothing is sure to hit it.”
–Anon.
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The KityKat De-Konstruction Kompany
Yes, that’s the name of Elliott’s new business. He’s getting all his experience at home. He has no other choice, because his sentence, after the guilty verdict came in was 6 months home detention. The tiny monitor around his paw is a constant nuisance; however, he still manages to get the job done. Anything you want on the floor in peices, he’s your man. Call 1-800 ELLIOTT for help.
What’s going on in the real world?
Abbott and I has dinner with my friend Su yesterday, and watched the Jackie Chan movie “Tuxedo.” Very funny.
Kitty Cat Craziness
Last night Elliott spent the entire evening glued to my lap. Purring, grooming and sleeping were the main events. Whereas the night before he was trying out for the staring role in Kitty Cat From Hell
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Kitty Cat From Hell?
While I tried in vain to carry on a conversation with Abbott, Elliott proceeded to climb the kitchen shelves and sweep breakables off onto the floor with his paw. Today is a new day, and as I write this I hear him efficiently stripping the wallpaper in the second floor hall with his lovely little claws. I sincerely hope this does not foreshadow further destruction and mayhem.
Court Proceeding Excerpt
“In my closing argument for the defense ladies and gentlemen, I must remind you that Elliott was an orphan, his origins are unknown, and in fact if not fiction I herewith stand on my own convictions (no pun intended).”
“The defendant ladies and gentlemen is quite beautiful, but you should not be swayed by his outer continence. What counts here, need I remind you, are his unruly ways. You’ve heard the testimony; the defendant is well aware of his beauty, and has been warned repeatedly that one day he’ll no longer be able to get along on his good looks.”
“Objection, your honor, the defendant is not on trial for his good looks; he’s been accused of destroying the shot glass with the little pig on it, with maliciousness and forethought. The defense maintains that while he destroyed the shot glass it was not with malicious intent, but rather playful intent.”
Gavel banging…
“Order, order, order in the court room. Counsels please approach the bench. Now, what’s at steak here… Mr Katz please control your client, or he will be removed from the court room!”
“Elliott sit down, it’s not that kind of steak. I’m sorry your honor, my client was confused by your choice of words”.
“Now, as I was saying what’s at issue is not whether the kitty cat is beautiful, or if he broke the shot glass with the little pig on it, but rather was his action premeditated and malicious? Therefore, I sustain your objection Mr Katz. The jury will disregard the prosecutors last remarks”
“But your honor.”
“Don’t but your honor me, or you’ll find your butt in jail Miss Piggy.”
“Ah, yes sorry your honor.” Miss Piggy gazed demurely at the floor.
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