If I was a work of art, I would be Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. I am extremely popular and widely known. Although unassuming and unpretentious, my enigmatic smile has charmed millions. I am a mystery, able to be appreciated from afar, but ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test |
So I went and paid tribute to the gods of the Metreon, mostly because I felt like playing Playstation games without buying them, and I wanted to see the wacky anime store which had expanded to become a big Gundam/Bandai blowout ultra-cheesy japaneez store while I wasn't looking. Whoa! Cool! The whole place was virtually deserted, so Joel and I spent a long time at the checkout counter playing with the expensive Copic markers and chatting with the clerk who was goading us to draw, talking about art school. I tried out some pens, bought a few, and drew a pretty awful cartoony profile of a spiky haired boy while Joel furiously whipped out some kind of mech robot metallic thing. I bought some weird mystery toys, too, and was tempted to buy gifts.
I got a dvd of Willy Wonka, finally, and watched most of it with the commentary by all the grown up child actors turned on, and I have to say it starts off friendly and informative enough, but then, once the kids start disappearing on-screen, it just gets weird. There's a really strong sense that most of the actors are bitter, washed up old choads. Especially Mike Teevee and the woman who played Violet Beauregard. Yeeesh. Bitter, fussy, vengeful choads. I couldn't stand the bickering after a while. It was too creepy, so I left the remaining half of the film for another day and spent a while drawing.
I'm definitely depressed. Hearing all the godawful christmas music is getting to me.
