Turd Plye, occasional guest poster, said on 4-30-14: "Now that's some shit."
Tic Tickedofferson, interim blog host, replied on 4-30-14: "I heard that."
Showing posts with label Michael Casher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Casher. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Michael Casher's Feed Wars
Interim Blog Host Tic Tickedofferson's Editorial Note: "What'd I tell ya, Ted? The fucker's still alive and kickin'."
Turd Pyle, Guest Poster, said on 01-24-14: "I hear you, Tic. But, hey, this guy should either shit or get off the pot. No shit news here."
Tic Tickedofferson said on 01-24-14: "Shut up, Turd. Go peddle your shit."
Ronnie WRight, Guest Poster, said on 1-30-14: "Hee, hee. Fight nice, boys. It could be a lot worse, y'know. You could be in Georgia wondering what the hell happened. Know what I mean?"
Ellis Ian Wanderly, Guest Poster, said on 2-2-14: "Tic, I think I did a better job of wrecking this cranky old bastard's studio with my cane that day than you did with your belly. Just a thought."
Interim Blog Host Tic Tickedofferson replied on 2-2-14 2-3-14: "Not a chance, you bee-keeping wuss. Better luck next time." "You're the man, Ellis."
Monday, July 1, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Art Park: American Drop Sooey
What does this painting mean? How in the hell should I know? Who knows? Who cares? Does a painting have to mean anything? Maybe that's what this painting is saying, then. It's saying, "I don't have to mean shit." Hell, I don't know shit. I'm just the parking attendant around here these days. I started this art park deal because I liked to look at some of this digital artist's "digital paintings", not out of manners for art. I don't have a whole lot of manners, anyway, and I try not to use them here because nobody pays attention to people with manners anymore.
Yep, this deal, here, might be some sort of karmic retribution for the Verizon/UPS post or maybe it's just because I get tired of pissing and moaning about shit that nobody cares about. Anyway, I thought I'd put on an art exhibition that nobody would care about and then maybe they would because shit always happens and it usually happens when you least expect it. And, no, I don't like it. I don't like it at all. One thing for sure, it isn't Chinese Chop Sooey. That shit I like. Another thing is, this guy's no Andy Warhol. Thank heavens for that.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Art Park: Desert Sky
That's right. I backtracked from February 27th to this February 11th post to edit it because I finally figured out a gimmick that will not make me feel all "touchy-feely" about art. Because, if there's one thing in life that I never want to experience it's the "touchy-feely" side of anything.
So, on the 27th of this month I realized that I was "parking" this artwork here because I liked it and that there was nothing wrong with that. I can still be a tough newshound when I use this blog to winnow out the shit and the shitheads in this world for extinction and not feel like a bad guy in the process. I didn't feel like a bad guy anyway because I was stalking and hunting "shit prey", not regular people. They're the shitheads who try to sell us their awful shit or who feed us shit when we think we're getting gravy.
And I'm not actually being intolerant in my posts. I'm just not being a pussy pushover for every creep in the world who thinks people are happy-go-lucky sheep without brains. All I do is remind people to use their heads before they turn into gourds. Plus, now I have an "art park" gimmick that seems to be working. And I'm not re-posting this article just to get the URL to match the new title. This is my goddamn gimmick and I'll work it any way I want to.
Don't mess it up for me.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
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