shut up about the title already, I can’t help it, it’s like I have bad-pun-tourette’s.

mostly this post is just to de-thrown the dog-sh*t post from the top of my site, but aren’t these photos delightful? yes, yes they are.

“art school made me do this” by Rutger de Vries (found on pan-dan)

2 ghost houses by Sam Javanrouh (found on aesthetic outburst)

(just so you know, I also considered the title “Buildbling”)

1. this is for serious.

2. really though, I’m not kidding, the Guardian says so.

3. nothing I can say or show you could possibly adequately invoke the sheer terror that this event must have inflicted on the swiss.

here is the article:

Giant dog turd wreaks havoc at Swiss museum

A giant inflatable dog turd created by the American artist Paul McCarthy was blown from its moorings at a Swiss museum, bringing down a power line and breaking a window before landing in the grounds of a children’s home.

The exhibit, entitled Complex Shit, is the size of a house. It has a safety system that is supposed to deflate it in bad weather, but it did not work on this occasion.

Juri Steiner, the director of the Paul Klee centre, in Berne, told AFP that a sudden gust of wind carried it 200 metres before it fell to the ground, breaking a window of the children’s home. The accident happened on July 31, but the details only emerged yesterday.

Steiner said McCarthy had not yet been contacted and the museum was not sure if the piece (pictured here) would be put back on display.

The installation is part of an exhibition called East of Eden: A Garden Show, which features sound sculptures in trees and a football ground without goalposts. The exhibition opened in May and is due to run until October.

The centre’s website describes the show as containing “interweaving, diverse, not to say conflictive emphases and a broad spectrum of items to form a dynamic exchange of parallel and self-eclipsing spatial and temporal zones”.

Tuesday August 12 2008 11:49 BST

Thank you, Yearbook Yourself, for enlightening me that the one missing ingredient in my life-casserole is hairspray:

it’s terrifying, I know.  shhhhhh. there there. we’ll get through this together.

via swissmiss.

Thank you, Yearbook Yourself, for enlightening me that the one missing ingredient in my life-casserole is hairspray:

it’s terrifying, I know.  shhhhhh. there there. we’ll get through this together.

via swissmiss.

In my dream last night, I had the following film-prop collection (I also wore all pink and had a beehive), in ascending order of awesomeness:

5. the blue balloon that falls in love with the red balloon in The Red Balloon.
4. in Krull, the widow of the web’s hourglass, it tells time AND protects you from building-sized spiders (BONUS!)
3. bill cosby’s ballet slippers from Leonard Pt. 6.
2. the rotating, singing sunset lamp from Joe vs. the Volcano.
1. Chevy Chase’s taxidermied squirrel from Funny Farm.

To avoid cleaning this afternoon, I made a short post-it note tribute to a cryptozoology Film that rarely (if ever) gets the acclaim and respect it deserves:

(soundtrack by the who)

I’m trying to decide if I should do Twins, Weekend at Bernie’s or The Forbidden Dance next.

UPDATE: sometimes flickr is crabby and won’t show my video, it’s also on youtube here (but its uglier/lower-res).

To avoid cleaning this afternoon, I made a short post-it note tribute to a cryptozoology Film that rarely (if ever) gets the acclaim and respect it deserves:

(soundtrack by the who)

I’m trying to decide if I should do Twins, Weekend at Bernie’s or The Forbidden Dance next.

UPDATE: sometimes flickr is crabby and won’t show my video, it’s also on youtube here (but its uglier/lower-res).

the feeling I got when I saw this homage-to-the-giftdonkey in my inbox is akin to how I imagine I might feel if one day I arrived at work and discovered that my desk, computer and copier were actually pinatas filled with reeses pieces and world peace and what not, and that instead of a desk chair there was a bat that said “for meredith” on it, and maybe a lightening bolt like robert redford’s bat in ‘the natural’, and maybe there is also a freshly baked pineapple upside downcake there, and a bumper boats pool too.

and anyhow, THANK YOU INFINITELY, dearling rick-monkey.