a haiku 4 the inspiration of soothing emotions in a world forever on the brink of absolute imperialism:
i hope you get hit
in the face by a cop i
hope you get hit hard
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Just An Idea (I Love Walking In The Rain Because No One Can See Me Cry), 2013
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On an idea level Nu Painting is not innovative or news-worthy. Artist groups like Poster Company and PaintFx have exhausted the novelty of the gesture. The pseudoawkward abstract digital painting that reflects on its own failure to simulate (/ is nostalgic and knowing in its failure) has been…
I only reblog when it fucking counts.
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Lizzy had one of her guests hide after school let out that day, and once all the teachers, faculty and other students had left, the cub came out, turned the lights back on, and wedged open a door. The faculty thought the school was all locked up and empty.
And they certainly didn’t think that a rip-roaring, earsplitting, rowdy and disgusting party for half the cubs in Sister’s class, and roughly a third of the student population was going on at the school. Because that’s what was happening – with Sister right in the thick of it. She had stripped off her clothes except for her bow, and all the other cubs were completely nude, dancing and running around the building as loud rap music was being played over the school’s speaker system. There was poop all over the halls, toilet paper on the stairs, pee in the classrooms, and diarrhea on the auditorium stage. Some cubs were flying on fire extinguishers, others opened all the lockers, vandalized school property, messed around with the school’s bell system, and they were having big pee fights with each other. The naked boogie was completely wild and out of control. You never saw such a commotion!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7418131/1/The-Berenstain-Bears-and-the-Naked-Boogie
BOB ROSS SWAG
I somehow never caught this ad about a meow getting her head cut off in a Sportka’s sun roof.
http://adland.tv/commercials/ford-sportka
From an NY Times post:
Am I the only person who found something bleakly hilarious about the Boston attacks? Everything that happened - the way it all played out - emphasized an unintentionally sophomoric pun on life as a rat race. When I heard, the first image to form in my mind was of The Joker doubled over in laughter, shouting “IT’S A GAS!!”
Anyone?
1. Traditional advertising models are caught in the same confirmation bias loop as people invested in the goings-on of local scenes. What keeps the former from trying to do nothing more than bolster profits, keeps the latter from doing anything other than seek the approval of their peers.
2. One of the factors that keep us from actively seeking out advertisements as a form of entertainment on intellectual par with art and literature is how blatantly the things are branded. If Herman Melville wrote Bartleby the Scrivener in 2013, and ended the thing with “Just Do It” and a Nike logo, then absolutely no one would spend time thinking about corporate existentialism.
3. There are a host of other variables at play: dislike of ambiguity, assumption of taste as critique, and the predominance of the tired focus-group model which involves marketing indiscernable products to fit like pegs in some other demographic’s round hole. The story or advertisement is the question, and the brand association is the answer responsible for neatly tying up all loose ends (the result being that no one two years hence will remember or care).