babble
Friday, October 15, 2004
Wham bam thank you ma'am:
I would just like to tell you how much I go through for you, the viewing public, to prepare for Artwalk. First, I have to move all of my non-art-related crap into my bedroom or darkroom so that you will think I always focus on art and not on things like Linux kernel rebuilds or theoretical physics or Texas Hold 'Em. Next, I have to rearrange my furniture lest you mere mortals accidentally step into my living area and get sucked into a vortex of medical exam tables and stuffed monkey collections. Then, I must purge my refrigerator and junk mail repository (aka the kitchen table) and cart several bags of trash down to the dumpster, where I will be confronted with all of my neighbors' discarded items and will have to make an extremely creative effort in order to cram the trash into the actual bins. After that, I must hang all of the pretty shiny art for your mildly appreciative eyes to see. And finally, I must run around the place like a maniac, armed with a dust mop, Swiffer™, broom, wet mop, and vacuum to ensure my guests are treated to a shiny and clean Artwalk experience.
All of this leads to me being tired, grumpy, and utterly unable to hold coherent conversations, which is yet one MORE reason for you to come to the Artwalk. There's nothing funnier than trying to carry on a conversation with a slightly drunk, exhausted me, because I'm bound to say things like "that's why sometimes the elephant NEEDS a monkey's tail" and "askfhlgkdll!"
Info and directions: here
Where to send mojo if you can't come: here
babbled by Kat @ 5:41:00 PM |
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