Saturday, January 05, 2013
Was dragged to what I was told was a "modern art in 3D experimental performance" last week. This was more than just a fish out of water type of experience. It was simply fucked up people doing fucked up things calling it art. I've seen some shitty art in my day, but wiping my ass and calling the paper art would've been more artistic. Perhaps the most wasted moments of my entire life, and believe me, I've experienced some pretty terrible "I'll never get that afternoon of my life back" types of things. So word to the wise, if someone offers to bring to this and the alternate choice is electro-shock therapy to your testicles, go with the nut blaster. Imagine the worst art you've ever seen, with audio, scent, and pompous pricks walking throughout the room chatting with artists (including performance artists) while they work, all the while nibbling on pretentious snacks (no you may not call that fucking thing an hor d'oeuvre) while sipping wine that was secretly decanted from a box about 15 minutes ago. Good thing there weren't sharp objects in the room or I might have been tempted to use them.
Life has settled into a hectic but good pace since I left Red Lobster. While I had hoped to write some new content sooner, it didn't happy. You get what you pay for around here. But the good news is I have the creative itch and have been making a long list of stories I should eventually tell here. Top secret intel on the jerk-asses I've served over the years. And probably some stories about some staff too.
One of the next few posts will definitely be covering the advent of the smart phone and the douche-bags using them.