Plenty of Blue
Jun30
Spill, we have a problem.
Tangled up with blue…
… for the record, I loved the song, Electric Avenue.
Randie and Ryan
Tripping through married life…
Spill, we have a problem.
Tangled up with blue…
… for the record, I loved the song, Electric Avenue.
Spill won’t listen, but Randie knows!
Randie’s on to those pesky gnomes!
Like I say, with a few modifications they could make dozens of Papa Smurfs.
Have you heard about the Flamingo Challenge, or whatever they call it? I don’t really know what it must be for, other than just a practical joke.One morning a couple of months ago we found no less than 50 pink plastic flamingos stuck around the yard. Perhaps the only thing scarier (and tackier) than gnomes. A flock of pink flamingos is especially out-of-place in the desert.
I’ve seen it… but I’m not sure of the why part.
Back in my early college days, I took a design class that focused on found objects and the study of kitsch. Each student was given a pink flamingo and was tasked with transforming it into an art piece. I turned mine into a bird house. Picture a regular wooden birdhouse with two dowels for legs and the flamingo head out the hole and the two wings glued to the side. It was silly, to be sure.
I actually noticed long ago that artists actually love gaudy, garish or just plain ugg-lee as long as it is interesting in its own strange way. A long-time artist/illustrator friend of mine is from one of the First Nations tribes of Canada and we always used to hang out together when we were guests at the same conventions – the Indian contention. She always devoted a certain amount of time at each Con seeking out and acquiring the most horrible bits of cheap jewelry she could find. She would then compare her spoils with the other artists, I guess to see who won the ugly junk award.
One funny bit for you. She was the Artist guest of honor at one convention and they asked for her to bring original Native art. When she arrived, the guy taking a turn watching over the set-up of the gallery refused to let her hang her stuff from her own Pacific Northwest tribe. ‘What is this? We asked for Indian stuff. Where is the desert and mesas? Where are the horses, wolves and eagles?’
I saw that before but it was as a fundraiser – well blackmail/fundraiser. “Pay us to remove the flamingos or they will keep coming back.” It was – 1 way we used in college to pay for a choir trip to Scotland…
Oh, but what if you don’t mind a bazillion flamingos on your lawn? Oh, well… It’s a nice way to raise $.
You know, I remember that now. The thing is that we never received a ransom note, and now we leave for the Apache Reservation for the Midsummer Festival early in the morning and won’t be back until Monday Night. So the flamingos can spend the time raising little plastic families, or whatever…
I think I slipped on words. We got flamingoed a couple of days ago.
Sophocles said ‘To the man who is afraid everything rustles’.
“To the artist who fears gnomes… everyone is in danger.”
Sounds like a change in gnome color design is in order. Either that or a trip to a nearby art store for some gold paint.
Perhaps Randie can find out what color the gnomes prefer and Spill can get that. In that way the gnomes won’t make any more trouble.
Well, one can hope.