It is a myth that all old people are kindly or nice. Boy do I know. If you were mean and grouchy in your 30's, 40's, or 50's, chances are your still mean and grouchy in your 60's, 70's, and 80's. I knew a woman who was 102 and she would throw her walker at me just because I would tell her the time of day when she asked (she just wouldn't like it to be that particular time of day).
I bet Gilligan had something to do with Ginger winding up in a horse's fundament. And although the horse said it was a memorable experience, it was Mary Ann who truly benefited as she received a lot more attention from the guys afterwards.
What the article didn't say was that the woman subsequently received a bill from The Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children for 20,000 Euros for the consulting fee for the two voices. Upon receipt of the bill she had a massive coronary.
I see the point. It's at the edge of the photo where the land stops. But that's not important right now.
I see art and I like it. It not meant, to me, to be controversial (like a religious object placed in a container of body excretions might be) - it's meant to be enjoyed. It's what you take from it. I bristle at people, unless it's the artist themself, who tell me that this represents something like, "man's place juxtaposed against the existential hypotenuese of the dichotomy of tribal versus post modern extrapolation of a colostomy bag." By finding our own meaning(s) of the art, the art becomes something special to ourselves. That is Tao.
...she's a brick ... house ... mighty, mighty, ... lettin' it all hang out ...
I imagine the company was recently bought out by a capital investment fund representing dentists, oral surgeons and denture manufacturers.
I see art and I like it. It not meant, to me, to be controversial (like a religious object placed in a container of body excretions might be) - it's meant to be enjoyed. It's what you take from it. I bristle at people, unless it's the artist themself, who tell me that this represents something like, "man's place juxtaposed against the existential hypotenuese of the dichotomy of tribal versus post modern extrapolation of a colostomy bag." By finding our own meaning(s) of the art, the art becomes something special to ourselves. That is Tao.