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Rembrandt was always doing stuff like this.
(Thanks to Jessica Miller)
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Rembrandt was always doing stuff like this.
(Thanks to Jessica Miller)
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Doesn't David Blaine do this kind of thing on purpose?
Posted by: Lairbo | January 05, 2006 at 04:15 PM
suffering for art.
everyone does it.
suck it up, hoppy.
Posted by: punky brewster | January 05, 2006 at 04:18 PM
what a maroon
Posted by: TCK | January 05, 2006 at 04:19 PM
Are you sure that this wasn't a performance art piece demonstrating man's inhumanity to man, or else his stupidity?
Posted by: ArcticAl | January 05, 2006 at 04:19 PM
At least he wasn't fingerpainting.
Posted by: Hu Flung Dung | January 05, 2006 at 04:19 PM
Isn't that how Hopalong Cassidy got his name?
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 05, 2006 at 04:21 PM
Dammit, Darwin almost got it right.
Posted by: PeeJay | January 05, 2006 at 04:22 PM
Dave! Oh, thank gawd!
Posted by: Tamara Rhymes With Camera | January 05, 2006 at 04:22 PM
(Aside to Dave - Thank God you've come back. They're running amok - amok, I tell you! - over in the previous thread. Chaos, madness, dogs and cats living together... I may never be the same.)
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 05, 2006 at 04:23 PM
Phew. 9 posts and not one inappropriate comment. No definitions I have to forget, no flagrant debauchery, no links I'll get fired if I click on.
I'm just glad he kept all his clothes on during his art. And did not use any inappropriate appendages.
Posted by: Somewhere North | January 05, 2006 at 04:29 PM
"Corneliusien" sounds like a made-up name, to me. But if I were that dumb, I'd probably make up a name, too.
Mr. C, take off the halo, you were there, too!
Posted by: southerngirl | January 05, 2006 at 04:30 PM
Where have you been, mister?
Posted by: Angel | January 05, 2006 at 04:31 PM
Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, IT'LL BE ANARCHY!
Posted by: Bender | January 05, 2006 at 04:31 PM
Now Mr. C, it wasn't that bad. We were just having some fun while the teacher was out of the room. No one got hurt and the stains will come out with some soap and water(and bleach as required).
Posted by: ArcticAl | January 05, 2006 at 04:31 PM
why the abandoned mine shaft???
stupid non-artist question (though yr.sister is one): couldn't he just imagine what it would look like and draw that?
possibly apocryphal story...On the movie Marathon Man Dustin Hoffman would run himself into a state of exhaustion for his role. Olivier said, "Why don't you try acting, dear boy?"
Posted by: insomniac | January 05, 2006 at 04:32 PM
I guess this is better than cutting off your own ear though . . .
Posted by: Sarcasmo | January 05, 2006 at 04:32 PM
amok amok amok!
Posted by: eastwick witch | January 05, 2006 at 04:32 PM
This reminds me of the time that I, for an art project, went into the living room and drank a beer.
And then when I ran out I went to the kitchen, got another beer, returned, and drank it. It went on and on like this.
But that's what you do. When you're an artist.
Posted by: Christobol | January 05, 2006 at 04:33 PM
Art has really degenerated into a sad profession devoid of actual talent. I blame the entrance examiners. They are obviously smoking illegal substances.
Posted by: Somewhere North | January 05, 2006 at 04:34 PM
Your dedication is inspiring C'bol.
Posted by: Sarcasmo | January 05, 2006 at 04:34 PM
You know C'bol, what's sad is that you could have applied in advance for a govenment grant and they would have bought you the beer and paid you an enormous sum of money to drink it.
Just weren't thinkin' ahead.... Thankfully, I applied in your stead and am living far more comfortably than my talents deserve on your grant money.
Posted by: Somewhere North | January 05, 2006 at 04:36 PM
I like to sit on my ass and eat cookies.
In the name of art.
A girl does what she has to do.
Posted by: punky brewster | January 05, 2006 at 04:38 PM
I bet the next time he binds his ankles and does a drawing he's sitting in his comfortable Barcalounger with the key to the lock on a string around his neck!!
Good grief.
Posted by: Aunt Nancy | January 05, 2006 at 04:38 PM
"Binds feet in desert" = sand; Now I ain't no rocket scie-entist, but isn't there (not their) sand at the beach? And isn't there usually more people at the beach than the abandoned mine shaft? So......................... {someone do the math for me:)}
Posted by: PeeJay | January 05, 2006 at 04:39 PM
I like to sit on cookies and eat your--
No, that doesn't work. Nevermind.
And, by the way, I know nothing of all the debauchery that recently may have gone on, so I hear, it is rumored.
Posted by: Tamara Rhymes With Camera | January 05, 2006 at 04:42 PM
Somewhere North - I thought of that, but, then, as I said, I thought of that. No way, for any amount of free money, was I going to sit and drink beer chosen by a US Government committee.
You live in Canada, right? So you were much safer, esp. if they picked Unibroue...mmmmMMMMMmmmm Unibroue!
Posted by: Christobol | January 05, 2006 at 04:42 PM
A new thread. What to do, what to do?
That guy is just obviously a total jackass.
Substitute wine for beer and I practice "art" just like C'bol. I'm a professional! *hic*
Posted by: Suzy Q | January 05, 2006 at 04:46 PM
My question is this: How did he get out there in the first place?
1) Drove and locked his keys in the car
2) Dropped off by someone
3) Hopped out there in chains
Any answer leave several more important questions.
Posted by: Brainy Jello | January 05, 2006 at 04:46 PM
Yup, he inspired me to go grab a beer. Wait, I'm at work. Somehow I'd forgotten.
Posted by: southerngirl | January 05, 2006 at 04:47 PM
Cbol: You gotta a problem with warm Schiltz out of a rusty can??
Posted by: US Beer Government Committee | January 05, 2006 at 04:47 PM
I am reminded of the time I had to go the emergency room to get a ukelele removed from my backside. Even though I explained again and again that it was an artistic statement, and not some sophomoric joke, the hospital staff would not stop snickering.
You phillistines will never stop persecuting what you cannot understand.
Posted by: mudstuffin | January 05, 2006 at 04:49 PM
Schlitz
Posted by: US Beer Government Committee | January 05, 2006 at 04:50 PM
Mud - You're reminded of it? It just happened yesterday!!
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 05, 2006 at 04:51 PM
a haiku:
sitting on one cheek,
strum magic ukelele
make good vibrations
another:
hear my music fools!
my soul a flame of fire! and
my ass hurts like hell
one more:
get it out! ow! ow!
not that way! easy! easy!
curse those tuning pegs!
Posted by: mudstuffin | January 05, 2006 at 04:58 PM
Let's all hit the guy who said 'philistines'!
I don't understand it!
Posted by: Christobol | January 05, 2006 at 04:59 PM
Mud - sounds like Appalachian Emergency Room
Posted by: Brainy Jello | January 05, 2006 at 05:01 PM
*hands C-bol a pitchfork and lights a torch*
Let's get him!
Posted by: djtonyb | January 05, 2006 at 05:01 PM
dj - I know a guy whose got some chain...
Posted by: fivver | January 05, 2006 at 05:12 PM
Okay, angry mob, we could stop with just assaulting the smart guy, but what sort of angry mob would we be then, I ask you?
Let's go home and order pizzas for delivery to stranger's homes!
Posted by: Christobol | January 05, 2006 at 05:22 PM
I'm off to get a "Christobol inspired" beer. Have a pizza delivered to my house, will ya, C-bol?
Posted by: southerngirl | January 05, 2006 at 05:28 PM
This reminds me of the time I pulled up to a one-legged hitchhiker and said, "Hop in." I've almost recovered from those injuries. Who would've thought a one-legged guy could kick ass?
Posted by: Stupendous Man | January 05, 2006 at 05:37 PM
Just because I've been black listed by every pizza delivery service in North America, don't think I can't do it!
Um, could somebody handle that request. I have a, uh, thing. For stuff. Over at the place.
Thanks.
Posted by: Christobol | January 05, 2006 at 05:38 PM
I would have thought it, SM. It makes sense.
You know how nature always compensates for the loss of an ability - like how blind people always have a heightened sense of ennui?
See, so if the guy only has one leg, you have to assume that he can kick ass. Or smell things that normal people can't. Something.
I always do.
Posted by: Christobol | January 05, 2006 at 05:41 PM
or smell ass.
pizza ordered.
Posted by: punky brewster | January 05, 2006 at 05:45 PM
I was back at the previous blog sweeping up and I found this. Who lost a thong with the initials PB?
Posted by: pogo | January 05, 2006 at 05:52 PM
pretty sure it's pirate boys.
*whistles innocently*
Posted by: punky brewster | January 05, 2006 at 05:53 PM
Make that thread, not blog.
Posted by: pogo | January 05, 2006 at 05:53 PM
Pogo, would that make it a thread-bare blog?
Posted by: Guin | January 05, 2006 at 05:56 PM
That would leave Pirate Boy quite embare-assed.
Posted by: Brainy Jello | January 05, 2006 at 06:01 PM
And anyway, I don't put my initials on my thongs ...
Leave no evidence.
That's my motto.
Posted by: punky brewster | January 05, 2006 at 06:02 PM
Just the days of the week Punky?
Posted by: ArcticAl | January 05, 2006 at 06:07 PM
I actually thought the PB might be a reference to peanut butter. You know some people have these strange preferences.
Posted by: pogo | January 05, 2006 at 06:10 PM
Later that night, he found the key in his pants pocket. "Oh, yeah; now I remember putting it there."
Posted by: Calendar | January 05, 2006 at 06:53 PM
I do feel kind of sorry for the "artist" though. It must be lonely not having someone to chain your legs.
Posted by: fivver | January 05, 2006 at 07:05 PM
You know, three times I've composed and submitted pithy answers to the "other" P.B.'s comments, and, for the third time, they never appear! Boy, am I pithed!
And I've never owned a thong, so the "PB" initals can't be mine.
Oh, wait... Nevermind! ;)
Earwing alert: I am music, and I wear the thongs!!!!!
You can all just Barry your heads in the sand over that one.
Posted by: PirateBoy | January 05, 2006 at 08:50 PM
Stupendous - that is exactly why my personal code of ethics dictates that I never, never pick up hitchhikers (unless they have two legs, and are blonde (or brunette, or redhead), and female, and hot (or at least not ugly - depending, of course, on my current state of drunkenness and/or altered state of mind - under the right conditions, I'm really not all that picky)...
where was I?
oh yeah - picking up hitchhikers is bad (unless, of course, she's hot, or at least not too ugly...)
Posted by: TCK | January 05, 2006 at 09:14 PM
I read about this in this morning's LA Times. The "artist's" mother was interviewed. She was quoted as saying that "he is a little absent minded."
Heh. Moms. Gotta love 'em.
Posted by: AlanBoss | January 06, 2006 at 12:22 AM
chuck norris creates a work of art by just imagining it. *poof* a masterpiece instantaneously appears.
Posted by: occam's lady schick | January 06, 2006 at 04:47 AM
See, it's stuff like this that give us artists a bad name. That's why I keep the chains safe for use in the privacy of my own home, especially if Mr Artchick is around.
Posted by: artchick | January 06, 2006 at 10:52 AM
Oh my gosh, I actually know this guy! I went to the same university and was in the orchestra with him. (I'm not going to name the school in order to protect its reputation.) True story: At a Haunted House held in one of the dorms, he stuffed cow brains in my mouth. I enjoyed this news story immensely.
Posted by: Pumaman | January 08, 2006 at 02:44 AM
You're all a bunch of DRUNK and STONED YANKIES!
Posted by: Pillym | November 04, 2007 at 07:56 PM
You're all a bunch of DRUNK and STONED YANKIES!
Posted by: Pillym | November 04, 2007 at 07:56 PM