lmao. good game.

Pretentious yuppie douchebag is an understatement. xP

You win one million everything.

It's called "halftone" and is made of pure awesome.

Er, I mean, "Its sophistication and elegance far outweighs that of simple gradients and hatching."

Ugh, this is making me feel dirty =P

This is why I've never been able to blend in for long among uppity people. I can look classy, act classy, but the moment my opinion comes into play, well, I'm out. That is, until people who look like this begin commonly saying things like this:

http://alt.mopsocket.com/rockit.jpg

Couldn't help myself. Seriously, though, this is great. Sounds like something I'd try.

classic funny and i like the brown and the tones

But of course, commonplace black ink is *far* too drab for the high arts.

sounds like the people people who select the Daily Deviations on Deviant Art.

Those *always* crack me up, while making me want to hit someone at the same time.

"It creates a fascinating juxtaposition between humor and rage, joy and anger. Simply astonishing."

yeah it could be like a photo of a bannana and they would be like ~Buttwithwings~ has captured the very essence of life through this photograph, the scheme the colors and creativity shine brilliantly thorugh a spectacle of life and majesty and wonder. this artist really knows ...uh.....um........happystuff!

... and yet, it never gets old =)

This reminds me of the time that a scientist gave an orangutan a canvas and some fingerpaints to play with, then submitted the results to an art show as a joke. The critics hailed it as a "masterful new style" for weeks, until someone revealed that the artist was a monkey.

That, or the time on Doug when Porkchop and a raccoon ran through some paint and got stuff all over the back of his canvas, and the back of his canvas won a bunch of art awards while the front recieved nothing more than a passing glance.

Moral of the story: If you see an art critic, kill him. Preferably slowly.

That's one of the few episodes of that show I actually remember... boy, I didn't appreciate Doug at the time it was still on the air.

Critics in general are full of shit.

I did, but I totally missed the bus on Beavis and Butthead, The Simpsons, Ren and Stimpy and (until very recently) South Park. Luckily I've made up for lost time.

The large number of critics and yuppies in modern society are proof that we need to add more chlorine to the gene pool.

I think if we could annihilate every person in every Wal-Mart in America in one instance, we'd probably be set. Shopping at Wal-Mart is like visiting a goddamn sideshow.

Doug i can remember quite well, I bust a gut laughing when i try and remember someof the episodes..like one with the The Abnormal and where he lost his journal, and the one where he broke mr dinks grill and that one where he found all that money and gave it back.
it asnt as funny back then but looking at it now some of the plotlines i couldnt help but snicker at

Death to Wal-Mart! Capitolist oppressor of the proletariat!

Have I shown you my authentic, genuine commie hat?

Is that a euphemism for your penis? :(

No, you haven't shown me your genuine commie hat yet.. is it one of those hats with the flaps over the ears or something else?

You can view it here:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31479240/
If you read my LJ (don't feel bad, nobody does) then you would have seen it back when I got it ;P

Nice job. I did the newspaper-print texture of it.

Lies! I did them!

Guessing you meant "dig" there ^^

Indeed I meant to type dig. Sorry ^^;

Invariably.

Indubitably.

If he'd kept his yap shut, he might've sold it to him for a couple of grand 8)

Yeah, but you can't buy shame.

A classic. ^^

But then again those pretentious people are still there, just in another guise. :P

Yes. Quite. Indeed.

You know what's even funnier is to request a space and put nothing up, like you're making some statement about the insubstantiality that modern commercialism breeds within our souls, or something.

Title: Blank Wall
Price: NFS

Of course, this works right up until one of these guys says that it's a clever meditation upon the fundamental meaninglessness of art, before going on to say that it really underscores the inherant worthlessness of everything else in the gallery.

haha, so true. that's why I couldn't stand to have fine art as a career and quit art school. I saw peices that artists labored over to put in detail get sold for very small money whereas some scribbles of stick figure birds on torn tracing paper get sold for millions. Art is 90 percent B.S. it seems

You know...
The sad part is the Yuppy hated everything he saw until he saw the drop cloth.
Such is life.

WOOT EPIC WIN ^.^
after getting my degree i so want to do that