Saturday, January 3, 2009

Gun Show

Here it is. The very first gun that I have ever owned. I am told that calling a rifle a gun is as unpardonable a sin as referring to a battleship as a boat, but whatever. Now I have something that shoots bullets and can be used to properly dispose of nazis and communists.
In case you are wondering, it is a 1943 Lee Enfield Rifle No4 mark 1* .303 bolt-action repeater, a British rifle produced in the United States presumably under the "Lend Lease" program. I did a little research beforehand and decided that the Lee Enfield was the weapon that I wanted. It fit all the right criteria. It's supposed to be powerful, accurate, durable and within my price range. Also, it's over 50 years old and it counts as a collector item so it doesn't require all of the typical hassle and paperwork of gun ownership in California. This one is in good shape with good rifling and matching serial numbers all the way around. I got it for $300 cash out-the-door which was the upper limit of my budget and about what I expected to pay. Here is a close up of the markings on the side that you probably can't read anyways.

I bought this at a gun show over the weekend. I had never been to a gun show before so I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I had done my research on the Internet and had planned on making a purchase if I found the right weapon at a price I could afford. It was my understanding that gun shows in California are supposed to be stricter than anywhere else in the country. Only licensed gun dealers can make sales of any kind, and all weapons are inspected and recorded prior to leaving the show. The police are supposed to be present to monitor and check everything that goes on. Handguns require background checks and waiting periods and no one can buy without ID. Californians take their gun control laws very seriously. You will notice the green sticker on the stock of my rifle. That is the green sticker of gun control safety. As long as that sticker is there everything is under control, and therefore safe.


It used to be that California had the gun show loophole that allowed criminals to purchase weapons at gun shows and get around all of those pesky background checks and waiting periods. True you can still purchase a shotgun or rifle with out as much hassle, but there is still documentation and certain rules that need to be followed. With new legislation in 2006 that is supposed to limit the sale of weapons to criminals at gun shows, the rules are supposed to be even more restrictive. You are not even supposed to be able to make private party transactions without brokering the deal through a licensed gun dealer that documents the transaction. That's all true according to my research at least. The reality that I witnessed while there seems a might bit less formal. I was under the impression that the host of the gun show venue would give a damn about the law. Apparently everyone at the gun show really only cared about the orgy of weapon purchasing that went on there.

The green sticker ceremoniously placed on the end of my newly acquired vintage rifle was the only attempt at gun control that I was to observe that day. The green sticker does not signify whether or not I am eligible to own a weapon, it merely distinguishes the weapons that are sold from the weapons that are not sold. Only weapons with green stickers on them are allowed to leave the convention center. The green sticker of gun control safety is really only keeping the pockets of the vendors safe in an attempt to reduce theft. God help us if the criminals at the gun show figure out that there is no green sticker control in effect in California. You can just buy regular old green stickers at the drug store if you want and nobody asks you any questions or checks your background or looks at your ID. I expect that before long there will be a gun show green sticker loophole fiasco in congress. Anybody can just buy green stickers and then walk into a gun show and green sticker guns willy nilly all over the place causing the local authorities to mistakenly identify those guns as being acceptable to be outside of the convention center.


I completed my business with a man whose face I cannot recall, and whose name I never knew. After a few assurances that it was a good working weapon, money changed hands, and the rifle came into my possession on a handshake. To complete this recordless transaction the green sticker of gun control safety was applied to the stock, and out the door I went. Like a good citizen, I was prepared to offer my driver's license and newly stickered rifle for inspection to the officers on duty. They seemed annoyed that I was bothering them. I think that mostly they didn't care who came in or out of the convention center or what they were carrying. The green sticker of gun control safety was ignored as well and turned out to be about as effective a gun control measure as all the rest. Basically I could have gotten my rifle for free if I had been opportunistic enough.

So I am excited about my rifle and am looking forward to firing it at something in the near future. A neighbor of mine that also owns a similar rifle has taken the time to look it over and assures me that I did well. He even has some extra ammo laying around, which I understand is expensive and not so easy to come by for this rifle. That's the only real draw back that I can see to the Lee Enfield.

The only thing left to do now is to load it and see what happens. Hopefully the only thing that ever ends up getting shot is a practice target...or maybe if necessary a communist or two...or maybe even if Karl happened to get shot somehow (that wouldn't really hurt my feelings too much in the long run). We'll see.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Dream On

Here is a copy of a letter I wrote about two years ago to a friend of mine about some dreams that I had. I found it the other day when i was cleaning out some old things. It made me laugh so I decided to share it with anyone else who cares to take the time to read it.
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It is four in the morning as I am writing this. I promised you that I would tell you about any dreams that I have had. I just had a couple of really weird ones and I wanted to make sure to live up to my promises before the details slip from my memory.

Alright. So here is the first one. Somehow I got trapped with Scully and Mulder from the X-files in an alternate dimension. We were driving around in a station wagon looking for a way out, but we couldn't really get anywhere because the demon who was the lord of this particular dimension was making the ground move as we drove instead of the car. It was like we were on a giant tread mill. So eventually we just parked so that we could walk. Then it turned out that we had parked at the demon's house. So we went in. The demon wanted us to teach him about all kinds of Internet scams so that he could use that knowledge to become powerful in our world. We refused to tell him about the internet stuff, but wanted to explain how he could make a fortune by selling cleaning products on TV instead. So the demon was angry. We did battle. Mostly I watched. Scully stood in the middle of the room and kept yelling "Mulder!" Mulder, as it turns out, was spiderman. He immediately changed into his spiderman costume and started swinging around the room, which had changed into what looked like a charcoal sketch of a darkened new york city back alley. The demon also had a spiderman costume so he changed into spiderman as well, but you could tell he wasn't the real spiderman because his demon bat wings were sticking out of the back still. Spidermulder and spiderdemon fought over scully for a little bit, while I kept trying all of the doors in the alley to see if there was a way out. Mulder discovered that the demon (being the lord of that particular dimension) had omnipotent power. So Mulder told Scully that, and the two of them both agreed that the demon was cheating. They also agreed that the demon's cheap knock off spiderman costume wasn't as cool as mulder's real spiderman costume. For these two reason's the demon was forced to accept defeat which disappointed him greatly. The demon now had to let us leave and he was very sad, because as it turns out all he really wanted was some friends and he just didn't know how to go about aquiring them properly. Well we had to leave no matter what, but as an alternative to friends, I gave the demon a couple of those automatic vacuum cleaner robots. You know the little circular ones that spin around on the floor and clean everything up throughout the day. We left his house as he was watching the vacuum robots clean his floors. When we got to the parking lot we found that our station wagon had been jacked. Even in an alternate universe someone stole our ride. So we had to walk. Fortunately there was a beach near by with a bunch of people. We were hungry so we stopped at a taco stand on the beach for breakfast.

This next one isn't so bizarre, but it made me wake up because I got whacked at the end. For some reason Electra was trying to get revenge on me for killing her father (which happened in the movie except I wasn't the one who killed him) So I was on this boat with my kids and Jon and Amber's kids. I was the only grown up there so I was in charge. Naturally. Electra's sneaky ninja boat crept up along side of us and she and her cronies attempted to board my ship and take over. So I fought with her. She threw a dart at me with some poison on it. So I caught the dart with the end of the stick i was using as a club. Then I flicked her own dart back at her and caught her with it right in the chest. It was awesome. Then she passed out because of the drugs on it. Then I battled the guy who had just disabled the engines of my boat. The whole time I kept yelling at the kids to finish their cereal. They were sitting at a small table and were being very disruptive. I couldn't concentrate on fighting off the bad guys while the kids kept making noise. So I pushed the guy into the water and he started to climb back in. He had a big Rambo knife, but somehow I had gotten a hold of one of Jonathon's swords. So I waved it at him and he decided to jump back into the water. I didn't want to kill him so i let him go. Now that all the fighting was done, I yelled at the kids to keep eating one more time. Then I had to choose between fixing the motor or tying up electra so that I could stop worrying about when she was going to wake up and attack me again. Foolishly I chose to work on the engine. So with my back turned to everything else I started trying to figure out the problem. I looked back and found that all of the kids had been taken. It had happened so fast and so quietly that only a ninja could have done so. Elektra was no where to be seen. She had been pretending to be unconscious the whole time so that she could take the kids without having to fight me directly for them because she knew that I was a better fighter. I could see her boat sailing away with the kids all on board but before I could go after them the guy that i had been unwilling to kill jumped out of nowhere and garroted me. that is when I woke up. If I ever get into a situation in a dream where i am going to die, I always wake up.

As I was typing all of that I realized that even though I haven't seen a movie with elektra in it, I did happen to glance over jessicrap's myspace page this evening. She says on it that if she was a superhero that she would want to be elektra. It has a picture of elektra and everything. So psychoanalyze away.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Objects of My Affection

Bright as the sunrise warm as the sunset
Light shines on love that hasn't quite been yet
I know a girl who's more than an eyeful
Her name is Chelsie and she's quite delightful

Beautiful eyes are distinctly unmissable
A pleasant smile, her full lips most kissable
Long flowing hair that is soft as an angels
Slim feminine curves bend at just the right angles
Warm to the touch is her radiant skin
That glows with the promise of passions within

A queenly beauty is she
A finer specimen of womanhood I'll never see
Clear is the reason for my obsession
Now forgive me please Chelsie I must make a confession
No doubt in my mind you are the loveliest of creatures
Whether I study you whole or just your more interesting features
But the one thing that really drives me out of my wits
Is thinking about those awesome rockin' tits

No self control set my wandering eye seeking
Doubtless to say you've already caught me peaking
Like a ship lost at sea in a furious storm
I'm trapped in the waves of your womanly form
So please keep in mind, I'm just doing my best
To celebrate the joys of your magnificent chest

They fill out your clothes just as they should
Be proud to know, darlin' they give my wood
Full round and firm, my thoughts are all sinful
I don't know yet for sure, but I'll bet they're a handful
Real or fake matters not in the least to me
Stop holding them back and let them be free

Chelsie please don't be cross that I've spoken my mind
And just so you know, I also like your behind
I have no excuse for my improper behavior
But for the hope of your grace, I'll ask you a favor
At the end of this rhyme so charming and witty
Chelsie, Beautiful Chelsie, please won't you show me some titty?

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Dear Tribute MasterCard

A few months back Tribute MasterCard honored me with an unsolicited credit card offer. It was an insultingly poor offer. In fact it was the worst offer of credit that I have ever received. In response, I sent them the follow letter. I have not heard back from them since:


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Feb 12, 2008

To the Management of Tribute MasterCard

This letter is in regards to the recent offer I received in the mail from your company for an unsecured line of credit. I would like to thank you for your interest in establishing a business relationship with me and also to congratulate you. Your offer has the distinction of being the single worst unsolicited credit card offer I have ever received. This is no small accomplishment. In the past year I have received a variety of remarkably terrible offers from your competitors, but none of them stand out quite like the offer I received from Tribute MasterCard.

A few of the exciting features that caught my eye as I considered your offer were the low introductory 29.99 annual percentage rate, and the complementary 35.99% rate for delinquencies and cash advances. Also of note the easily affordable $99.00 annual fee and one time $29.99 fee for opening the account. I see that your company has gone out of its way to provide its customers with their well deserved opportunity to experience all of the opulence and rewards of credit card debt without requiring them to engage in the hassle of making purchases. Perhaps the most noteworthy aspect of this entire prospect is that I am merely pre-qualified for this offer. There is still the possibility that, even if I were to deliberately request this credit card from you, I won’t actually qualify to take advantage of this terrific opportunity.

I can’t imagine why you think that this offer is in any way reasonable, or ethical, or that I would even be interested in such a completely ridiculous arrangement. As you may already be aware, my credit history can be easily described as somewhat imperfect. While this may indicate that I might take certain liberties with my personal finances from time to time, it should in no way suggest to you that I am a complete idiot. It should also not suggest to you that I am completely desperate for credit opportunities. Perhaps you assume that my credit rating makes me a poor risk and that I may be likely to borrow money from you without repaying it. If that is the case, I would like to make a suggestion that will lend brevity to this entire process. Instead of going through the hassle of making such a ridiculous offer in the first place, simply send me a certified check for an amount you feel you would like for me to steal from you. Thank you for your interest, but after careful consideration, I have decided not to take advantage of your offer at this time.

Regards,

Brian Merrill

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Titans

In an age of mystery, at a time of legend, in a realm of wonder, when beasts of incomprehensible savagery roamed freely through the land and gallant heroes emerged to vanquish them, two warriors crossed paths on the Golden Plains of the Righteous Kings. Valinor, honored Knight of the Consecrated Guard and the bravest of High Lord Ackimar's centaur warriors, returning home from war with the loathsome Hordes of Abomination came suddenly upon a foul and dreadful Minotaur. The rippling bronzed skin of the half-man half-bull shimmered vibrantly in the noon day sun, it's heavily muscled chest heaved with every gasp of its horrid breath, and its malevolent eyes bore down upon Valinor with the wickedness of a thousand murders. "Ho!" called Valinor to the contemptible beast, "Stand aside so that I may pass." In reply the Minotaur smote the ground furiously with its mighty hoof, and spat out its hatred for all things noble, and snorted its distain at the dauntless centaur, and stood barring the way in arrogance. Knowing that the depraved beast must be destroyed, Valinor hefted his axe and raised his shield and fearlessly charged forward. The clash of the titans had begun...

(The best part of this whole project was when we took the picture of Jonathon for the Minotaur. Amber stood in the doorway the whole time begging him to put his clothes back on and come in the house.)

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Not For Human Consumption

My house mates left me alone for the weekend again. Off to visit their relatives, it was just me and the dogs (that I was now responsible for by default) at the house for a couple of days. Since the animals spend most of their time in the back yard where they belong, and I spend most of my time in the house where I belong, it didn't bother me so much to cohabitate with them for two days. It was really only during meal times that I ever bothered to interact with them at all. For some reason the dogs seem to really enjoy their meals. They would get very excited every time I came out of the house with a bowl of chow, that is until I put the bowl of food within their reach. Then they would have nothing do with me, preferring instead to focus all of their energy at devouring the delicious food they had been presented with.

While standing outside with the animals, and having nothing better to do while they munched away at their food, I glanced at the package of the dog food and noticed that it was clearly labeled "Not For Human Consumption." This seemed a bit redundant to me. Since dog food is (as it obviously states) dog food, and not human food, it would stand to reason that dogs should eat it and not humans. If it were human food, wouldn't it have been called "Human Food," instead of "Dog Food?"

At that moment two things occurred to me. First of all, a warning label is usually only put on a product after some one has done something really stupid as an attempt to discourage any further stupidity. This of course means that someone, somewhere, at sometime, was eating dog food and the dog food companies are now required to clearly label their products as "Not For Human Consumption" in an effort dissuade those who may reason otherwise. Secondly, people are often times too stupid to recognize the things that should not be eaten on their own.

Even with the wide variety of dietary choices we omnivorous humans tend to enjoy, nature has still managed to provided us with a world full of things that should never been eaten (or even nibbled on or licked). Recognizing his own foolishness, man has devoted the powers of his wisdom and intellect to developing a literacy system specifically so that the things that should be eaten can clearly be labeled and set apart from the things that should not be eaten, which are also clearly labeled. While this system has been working with a degree of success since the advent of cuneiform, there are still a number of items found in nature that have never been properly labeled and are mistakenly eaten by humans on a regular basis. This behavior must stop.

In an effort to raise awareness about some of the mistakes that man has made in his dietary selection over the years, I have compiled a list of some of the more troubling items that all to commonly and errantly found in the "acceptable to eat" category.

1. Babies: It may seem unthinkable to most of us that a baby would be served up as an entree, but when was the last time you looked a baby over and saw that it was clearly marked "Not For Human Consumption?" Don't forget, some idiot ate dog food because it wasn't labeled. Who really wants to see that happen to a baby? And when was the last time you saw some young mother nibbling playfully on her baby's chubby little legs or arms? It may seem harmless enough at first, but nibbling leads to biting, and biting leads to eating. So let's address this situation before something tragic happens. Babies are not food and are not for eating.

2. Poop: Once again, this item is generally assumed to be in the "Not For Human Consumption" category, but as the internet has proven in recent months, all one really needs is a video camera and a mouth full of turds to get attention and make money. Poop is not for eating. Most poop was at one time something that may have been very suitable for eating, but once it has passed through the digestive track of someone or some animal, it looses any of its eatablity that it formerly had. Even if you really enjoyed eating it the first time, you can't just eat it again and relive the magic. Once it's been pooped, that's it. It's over with. Let it go and move on. So no more eating poop.

3. Mushrooms: I see people making this mistake all the time. Mushrooms should never be eaten by a human. Mushrooms grow on poop. They take all of their nourishment from the turds you shouldn't be eating in the first place. Since poop should not be eaten, mushrooms should not be eaten either. There needs to be at least two degrees of separation between the food people poop out and the food that grows on the poop that's been pooped. So it would be alright to feed mushrooms to an animal that you intended to eat later as long as you don't eat the mushrooms yourself. Also, mushrooms taste terrible. So from now on mushrooms are "Not For Human Consumption."

4. Mayonnaise: A pox on the French for their cursed mayonnaise! Mayonnaise and other mayonnaise like products should never be eaten. (Most French cuisine should always be looked upon with suspicion anyways) Mayonnaise is comprised primarily of vegetable oil (which is not so bad) and egg yokes which are actually parts of babies. It tastes disgusting and it looks like semen. While it may be acceptable in certain intimate situations for a lover to imbibe the seminal fluids of her partner, I think that we can all agree that it should never be spread on a sandwich. There is something terribly wrong with the food service industry in that it is assumed that everybody wants mayonnaise all over every goddamn thing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Unlike most unwanted condiments that can be easily removed after they have mistakenly found their way onto food, mayonnaise pollutes everything it touches and destroys what could have been a perfectly good meal. Mayonnaise should be labeled "Not For Human Consumption," and fed to prison inmates in third world countries.

5. Dogs: In some cultures it is acceptable to eat dogs. I see this as a mistake. Dogs are usually fairly useful animals. They can perform a variety of tasks that make them worth having around. Unlike cats (that should be killed whenever possible regardless of any intentions of actually eating them), dogs tend to earn their keep. Compare the usefulness of a dog to another domesticated animal like a cow. What do cows do? Stand around and eat grass? What good is that? I am all for eating cows, but if you have cows to eat why would anyone ever need to eat a dog? Eat chickens, or even fish. Don't eat dogs. There's just no sense in it.

6. Tomatoes: Are they fruit? Are they vegetables? Who cares. They are ambiguous and disgusting. Like mayonnaise, tomatoes are found everywhere for some unexplainable reason and foul everything they touch with their tomato innards. Tomatoes tend to ruin food that would have otherwise been very good. They have managed to find their way into and ruin pastas, pizzas, sandwiches, salsas, tacos, and most anything else. Once a tomato has infested a food it is impossible to get the stink out by simply removing it. So no more tomatoes. They are "Not For Human Consumption."

7. Worms: Sometimes during childhood, worms are eaten on a dare. This is unfortunate. Worms do not make good food. They crawl around in the mud (and poop that is found in the mud) and are very filthy and disgusting. They are easy enough to catch and make for a filling and convenient snack the day after a good hard rain, but this behavior should be frowned upon. Don't eat worms. Instead, feed them to fish and then eat the fish.

8. Animal Genitals: Honestly. Do we really need to discuss this? It amazes me the number of people I have met who have proudly proclaimed their love of rocky mountain oysters (which is a fancy way of saying bull testicles). "Try them," is what I always hear from these people. "How do you know you won't like them if you never try them?" Let me answer that question as concisely as possible: I am perfectly satisfied with my life and can live happily for the rest of my days if I never ever take the time to find out what a bull's testicles taste like. I don't understand how these jackasses can sit brazenly in a restaurant full of other people and pretend to be sophisticated, and cultured, and worldly, and smile all the while holding onto a mouthful of balls. Do not eat animal genitals (or genitals of any kind). Balls are "Not For Human Consumption."

9. Communion Wafers: I stopped going to church because of these things. When Jesus broke bread and gave it to the disciples and said "it is my body, eat it and remember me," he wasn't passing around a stale, 10 year old, economical piece of balsa wood. I know that the ritual is supposed to be symbolic, but could it at least include real food? Don't eat communion wafers. Wait until everyone meets for brunch after the service and say a little prayer over a crouton at the salad bar. Communion wafers are "Not For Human Consumption."

10. Other people: This may seem redundant to the first rule about not eating babies, but I assure you that it is a completely seperate issue. Most babies that get eaten are done so on accident. "I don't know what happened. The baby was just so delicious looking." Cannibalism is usually a very deliberate act. You don't just accidentally eat a whole person. It has been suggested that a little cannibalism here and there might be a good solution for world hunger (less mouths to feed and more to feed them with) but it is really quite barbaric. Nobody likes being turned into poop, so lets all agree to follow the golden rule here and agree to not eat one another. People are "Not For Human Consumption."

This list is by no means comprehensive. If you come across other items in nature that you think you shouldn't eat, feel free to use your own judgment and don't eat them.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Artsy Fartsy

I made the mistake of taking an art history class at a community college not too long ago. A friend of mine tried to warn me about the kinds of people I would be forced to interact with in a class like that. I didn't listen. Half way through I realized that I had made a mistake. I wasn't learning so much about art as I was other people's very enthusiastic yet uneducated opinions on life. Here's the thing about art that drives me nuts. Everyone's opinion gets to be correct no matter how idiotic it may be. In an art class full of community college students, who are usually all too ready to share their views in the first place, those idiotic opinions are actually encouraged. For some reason art instructors are under the impression that all ideas are valid. Despite the warnings I received, I failed to factor all of that in before signing up for the class.

Just because I can't stand hearing the nonsense opinion of an amateur art critic doesn't mean that I don't have any appreciation for art myself. I learned a few things from that class despite the instructor's unfortunate tendency to allow students to share their views. First and foremost is that you can always identify an idiot by showing him a piece of art and hearing what he has to say about it. I also learned that unless you have an overinflated opinion of your own world view, art museums are boring. And finally, I learned that calling something art is a culturally acceptable way to justify pornography, homosexuality, bestiality, rape, vandalism, and all manner of other behaviors that I my parents taught me are immoral.

Given my art instructor's complete failure to teach anything meaningful or relevant, I had to look elsewhere for guidance. It was my anthropology instructor that semester who cleared up the mysterious secrets of art appreciation for me. You see, art is universal; meaning all human cultures have a form of art. Art is a form of communication that appeals to the aesthetic and the abstract. Art is always about something and it is a refection of the culture and its values of which it originates. So the artist creates a piece of art that tries to say something in an abstract way, and everyone else argues about what it is supposed to mean. Ultimately everyone learns something about themselves.

Now that is my basic philosophy of art, but there are some finer points I would like to go into. I could talk about different mediums and applications of art in society, or I could talk about styles and techniques. None of that is really all that important in understanding the universal importance of art. It doesn't matter whether or not you are looking at a sculpture, or a painting, or a drawing. It doesn't matter if it's greek, medieval, or neolithic, or post modern impressionism. All of that overly complicated stuff is really only interesting to actual art critics and wannabe art critics. For the rest of us, what I discovered in my studies is that for a piece of work to be considered art, it only actually needs to incorporate one or more of what I call "the three basic elements." Art must be either weird, naked, or gross. If the artist can combine two or more of the basic elements, such as weird and naked, or weird and gross, then so much the better. Truly brilliant artists will be able to effectively communicate their ideas by incorporating all three elements together.

Now art must be weird. Anyone who has ever spent time looking at M.C. Escher's drawings should already be aware of this. Let's face it, as interesting as his sketches of endless staircases are to look at, that is some weird shit. Most modern art falls neatly into the category of being weird.

Art must be naked. This should be one of the first things that you notice about most art. There is something or someone naked. For example, Venus De Milo. Who cares if she doesn't have any arms. She's topless. Definitely art by nudity. How about Michelangelo's statue of David? How many of us have tried in vain to appreciate the overall technical mastery of this sculpture but couldn't because our eyes were inexplicably drawn towards his well crafted penis? It's certainly naked, and that's why it's art. Put some damn pants on, David. You naked bastard.

Art must be gross. I submit Marcel Duchamp's Fountain as a primary example of gross art. He signed his name to a urinal and called it art. People pee into that thing. That certainly is gross. That's why it's art.

So now that I have established what art is, (It is a form of communication. It is a reflection of culture. It must be naked, weird or gross, or any combination of the three.) I am going to create some art to provide an example of what I am talking about.

Since I know that all good art must incorporate the three elements of art I will begin with something weird. Let's say a pineapple on a bicycle:


That's pretty weird right? You don't usually see a pineapple riding a bicycle. It doesn't really make any sense either. How can a pineapple ride a bicycle? They don't even have any legs. Even if a pineapple could ride a bicycle, where would even go? They don't have brains to make decisions like that. So as you can see, by a simple combination of a pineapple and a bicycle we have created art.

Since a pineapple on a bicycle is weird, it technically qualifies as art, but it has yet become really good art until we incorporate a second of the three elements. We already have weird, now let's add some naked. For this I will cover the pineapple with breasts like so:
So, as you can clearly see, I have now successfully combined weird with naked. I could have just as easily implemented the naked element by covering the pineapple with penises or vaginas, but the use of breasts serves my purposes adequately for this demonstration. Just to spice things up a little bit, all of the breasts used in this piece of work are from famous people. So you might recognize a couple of them. For those who may be curious, I will include a key at the end of this article that identifies the particular breasts with their owners.

So a pineapple on a bicycle with several random breasts attached to it is starting to look more and more like something you might see in an art museum. I am not finished yet. I have weird and naked adequately represented here, but I haven't got anything particularly gross. Adding gross is one of the more challenging elements of art. It needs to be gross enough to churn the stomach of the viewer, but not so gross as to be banned from an art museum entirely. There is a fine line you must walk when implementing a gross element to a particular piece of work.

After thinking about it for awhile, I have decided that there is nothing grosser or more horrifying than cannibalism, but I would like to contrast it against something innocent and soothing. So I think I will have the pineapple eating a baby like so:

(I don't know why that stupid black line is there next to my art. It wasn't supposed to be, but I am too lazy to go back and edit out now. Stupid computer. Just ignore that part)

Eating babies is pretty gross. I can't think of anything grosser right at this moment. I just hope that it's not so gross that no one will take the time to appreciate the work that I have done. It would be a shame if the idea I am trying to communicate was missed because I made something so gross.

That's all three elements of good art rolled into one image. Am I not brilliant? So now that I have created an image that incorporates something weird, something naked, and something gross, what does it all mean? Art is a form of communication right? And a reflection of culture too. In all honesty I mostly put this image together as a joke. It's not really supposed to mean anything at all, at least not to an intelligent person. If you were to show this image to some of my former classmates and not tell them that it's not meant to be taken seriously, you might get some interesting responses.

One might be inclined to say "The artist clearly is indicating that life is like a baby eating pineapple on a bicycle with multiple titties." Well that seems pretty obvious.

How about "The pineapple is on a bicycle. Since the pineapple is trying to lower his CO2 emissions by using more a eco-friendly means of transportation it must mean that if we don't do something to stop global warming now, a hedonistic pineapple will eat all of our babies."

"The pineapple has breasts, and it is eating a baby. The artist must think that it's okay for a woman to abort her pregnancy as long as she rides a bicycle to the clinic."

"The titties in this image are quite stimulating. They make me want to eat pineapples and make babies."

"There are six titties, but they are all different titties. No two titties on the pineapple are the same. The non paired titties must represent mastectomies of breast cancer. The pineapple and the bicycle represent a healthy lifestyle. The baby represents a fear that is devoured. So if you are a woman and you are afraid of breast cancer, taking care of your health will eliminate that fear. Clearly this multi-tittied pineapple is trying to convince women to get checked for breast cancer."

Since I already said that the point of all this was to be a joke, it seems pretty silly to read into the meaning of the baby eating pineapple on a bicycle with multiple titties. This image should have absolutely no meaning to an intelligent person, but can the same be said for an unintelligent person? Try as I might to communicate absolutely nothing this image still has value for it's target audience. I am of course talking about the idiots (who, incidentally, all happen to vote Democrat) in my art class. If you stand and stare at this image long enough trying to explore the deeper meaning of it all, the message that should scroll across the marquee of your brain is "I am a pretentious asshole with no idea of what I am doing or talking about." If the baby eating pineapple on a bicycle with multiple titties communicated something to you, and it was something other than "you are a pretentious asshole with no idea of what you are doing or talking about," then I have failed as an artist.

It is to my anthropology lessons that I will turn to once again in conclusion to all of this. All cultures are valid. Every human society has culture and no one culture is better than another. That is very open minded right? Here is the kicker. We are allowed to be critical of cultures. As long as you do not define your own culture by the way you negatively react to another, it's okay to not like certain things other people do. For example, I do not have to like communism, but that doesn't mean I am losing any sleep over it. I do not have to like the fact that the Nazis decided that it was okay to oppress the Jews. I do not have to like that abortion is acceptable in our society. Since art is a form of communication that reflects a culture all art must be valid within that culture. That does not mean that I have to like or appreciate or even respect all forms of artistic expression. Some of it sucks. Some of it is just plain stupid.

All of that having been said, let's take a final look at my baby eating pineapple riding a bicycle with multiple titties. In this instance, in which I am trying to communicate absolutely nothing at all, art has become a double edged sword. I put together a bunch of nonsense hoping for it to be nothing more than nonsense. Try as I might to create an image with no meaning, it does seem to suggest that I believe that not all ideas within our society are valid. Anyone who looks at that image and thinks that it is a valid expression of some kind, is a pretentious asshole with no idea of what they are saying or doing. (Incidentally, these are the kinds of people that can be counted on to vote for Hillary Clinton in the 2008 election for no good reason.)

And finally, as promised. Here is the key with all of the breasts clearly labeled as to who they belong to. Enjoy pervs.