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March 31, 2007
Evil Chuckles
Yesterday afternoon I was in a funk. A pretty standard place for me to be at this point; bored, lonely, sad. And then I visited a film review website, Pajiba, and read a response to a PR announcement and a set of wickedly funny comments that made me chuckle not only all afternoon, but long into the night.
May I just say that I have a hard time appreciating the "artist" whose painting will now be the subject of a film? I cannot stand his work. At first, I thought it was pretty, light, sweet, etc. But in all the years he's been selling paintings, nothing about his work has changed. Not the subjects, not the techniques. And anybody who will charge you more at one of his "galleries" to have a "master illuminator" (who you know makes minimum wage) actually put paint on a print on canvas is a huckster, pure and simple. A direct descendant of PT Barnum. It was so nice to know that I am not alone in my dislike, based on both the original entry and the resulting comments.
Anyway, I was, as the title to this post implies, chuckling evilly, and Dave wanted to know why. I read the best of the comments aloud to him, which made him chuckle evilly as well. (Dave also disdains Mr. Kinkade.) I giggled in fits and starts for much of the afternoon and evening, and that sparked a later conversation, as I burst into evil laughter at our local Starbucks after dinner.
One of the comments had to do with the whole "Painter of Light" TM sobriquet. The commenter pointed out that it was just copying "Zamphere, Master of the Pan Flute." I was giggling about that again and murmured to Dave that one of the truly evil aspects to that title and comparison is that I always think, "Master of the Skin Flute" first, and have to make a mental correction before I speak it aloud.
Dave: (Guffaws) They're not at all the same thing.
Sally: I know that. But they have mostly the same sounds. 'Pan Flute.' 'Skin Flute.'
Dave: But entirely different embrasures.
At which point I may have snorted as we both collapsed into giggles and had to hold each other up.
(Note: Dave asked me to point out that the above conversation happened in Starbucks, quietly, of course, but that the laughter was unstifleable, and the barristas now think we're insane.)
Posted by sally at March 31, 2007 09:29 AM
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