"Yeah bro! I'm so gonna shred a park in AZ tomorrow!"
I went to a wedding in NJ last week. I knew Brimleys were so hot right now with the skateboard crowd, but who knew dead swine were so hip to the craze? Ya ya, those probably aren't technically Brimleys, so now no one can get me on that one... but suspend disbelief for a bit... you get the point.
My cat's name is Maceo. That's the title of a Jane's Addiction song. It seemed cool nine years ago so I named my cat after it. My mom got Maceo for me while I was passed out n my bed on percocets after my wisdom teeth surgery. I woke up and had a new kitten. Sweet, huh? I still have nerve damage in my face from the surgeon cutting a nerve he wasn't supposed to. Wonderful.
Maceo is fat and lazy and pretty dumb. Cats are kinda like tattoos. Everyone thinks theirs is the best and pretends to care about other people's, only long enough to be able to talk about and show off their own. It's all just pretty gay, so I've decided I hate everyone's cats and tattoos except my own.
My dear friend Leanne Biank came out last month because her work was featured in a few art shows. One at Thinkspace called Picks of the Harvest: Batch Four and the other at Gallery 1988 entitled I am 8-bit.
As you'll see, there were a multitude of video game dorks at the 8-bit show. I was also suprised and saddened at how many "artists," when given the opportunity to create something based on any "retro" video game, chose Super Mario Brothers....
