Art Attack Central
Fixing stuff, myself included…
Something to Cry About
Brilliant stars,
Van Gogh as whirling dervish,
trying to avoid black holes.
Careening through the barriers,
knowing no limits.
Only then did I see you, and you saw me.
Now I need a GPS to locate myself.
Off center,
off course,
please identify yourself.
We are tracking your position
and regret to inform you;
without the proper parameters in place,
we will no longer be able to support
your misappropriation of fun.
Please be advised: you are entirely on your own.
This is protected airspace!
But, I didn’t even inhale.
Particles of our air were found in your…
Inspection of your bags revealed:
Twelve rumors roasting
Eleven debts outstanding
Ten tongues a wagging
Nine ladies crying
Eight affairs illicit
Seven sexual hangups
Six goofy sayings
Five frazzled nerves
Four buried memories
Three explosive issues
Two bones of contention
And one sordid past.
“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.”
–Oscar Wild
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Crossover Cars
Advertising gone mad: said in a promotional ad on TV last night – “If you can’t define it, people are talking about it.” What are they talking about? Crossover cars are indefinealbe. Is it an SUV, a truck or a car? One of the new models due for production on a limited basis this year has 5 different detachable body styles. The image that comes to mind is of a fickle and aging 007 sliding the hangers back and forth on a rack, while deciding which body suit to wear and don’t forget the viagra.
Aren’t cars an American male sex symbol?
You know how people resemble their dogs; they also resemble their cars. The crossover car business is allowing you to have 5 dogs; thus no one will ever be able to discern exactly which dog you most closely resemble. Cross-dressing for cars = the ultimate American male sex fantasy. Why bother to reinvent the wheel, when you can impersonate a car.
Impersonate a car?
Really the car is a personification of the man, or the “projection” of the car as me, or as in hard to pin down.
Why are you talking about cars? What’s really going on?
I guess I feel the need to reinvent myself this morning, and I don’t really know how to. So I’m projecting an image of shimmering and shiny, like the light reflected off a new chrome bumper. I don’t think they make chrome bumpers anymore; they’re out of date.
“It was when I found out I could make mistakes that I knew I was on to something.”
–Ornette Coleman
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Get Serious
My grandmother would say, “it’s time to get a move on.” Time to stop fooling around and get back to work on my thesis…yuck is what comes to my mind. I just don’t want to, but I’ve got to. I’d much rather fool around with flash and programing and anything else but! Also I gave this URL to my lover after all my ambivalence over whether or not to do it.
What’s that got to do with anything?
It might mean I won’t say as much as I used to here, or maybe not. I’ve got lots of other hats, besides romantic fool. So maybe I’ll just put that one in the back of the closet for a while. It’s possible that I’ve been wearing it backwards anyway, and I’m way too old to be wearing it backwards.
“If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.”
–Carl Sagan
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Hello Lovers
For all those young at heart or little kids out there, the Love Testing Machine now has a permanent home on the right side of this page. Finally debugged the flash scrip so the answer is random (just like real life!).
What can I do; I don’t like my test results?
This site is NOT responsible for your test results or any decisions you make based on the results of your tests. Furthermore, we do not claim to know much of anything about anything, and therefore cannot be held responsible for anything.
“WARNING: Keyboard Not Attached. Press F10 to Continue.”
–Anon.
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The Machine
When you haven’t worked with a program for a while you forget just what does what. So I’m busy creating (trying to remember how to create) a function for the random selection of “loves me” or “loves me not” flash file for the machine. You can either accept the answer given as definitive, or press your luck until you get the answer you’re looking for. Once I get all the kinks ironed out, I’ll post the Love Tester permanently on the right side of the blog page.
So what; who cares?
Only little kids probably, but little kids are sometimes smarter than you think. Stastically speaking the odds are “most likely” NOT in your favor. However, if you don’t like the odds get away from the craps table.
“The best way to predict the future is to invent it.”
–Alan Kay
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All Day
Here I am in relation to what’s going on all f—ing day: LoveTesting Machine the file by the way – I’m pushing the limits (i.e. if you’re here tonignt you can ripoff this flash file with no screaming crap (me yelling at you)! If you’re not here now, it will be gone tomorrow, because then it will be a protected file. (Jan. 6, 2002=too late) So here it is all finished!, or maybe half baked!
I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.
–Albert Einstein
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