Thursday, August 9, 2007
2 Scoops of Ammonium Nitrate
Don't ask me to explain. I really don't know that I can. I can tell you that no drugs or alcohol were involved in its creation. It came about from my roommate and I having a contest as to who could draw the best Ninja Turtle. I just kinda kept going with it. I don't know why there's a hair dryer. The plane crashing into the building speaks for itself, though I cannot recall the significance of the 1:10 over it. The dog was my roommate's. A doughnut. A cellphone. An empty syringe. Honestly, I don't know. The title of the piece is the same as this entry, though. I do recall drawing the stink lines, however, and was steadfast at the time that the fly was required to really bring out the odor.
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disturbing. surreal and disturbing. I don't know if I should hide under my bed or ask for your autograph before you are too incoherent to grant me a legible one. Drool running out of the corner of your slack mouth as you stare into blank emptiness repetitiously fingering an invisible Guitar Hero user interface that only you can see and feel. What am I saying? Your autograph isn't legible now!
Is that the the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle that we sometimes hear about but rarely see?
Tony, my autograph is completely legible, as long as you drink heavily, squint and step 30 feet away from the page. Plus, my signature looks like a fish skeleton, and that's awesome. You're right on the Guitar Hero fingering, though. Guilty as charged. I do not drool, though. Disgusting habit.
You are correct bodycount. The original lineup was Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michaelangelo, and Salvador. :P
hmmmm, maybe its McGyver Turtle? THe long lost Uncle of the four?
I dont know what is more disturbing that you drew it and we could get all Freudian, or that I sat here for five darn minutes staring at it...Oh and don't tell Tony I did that.. ;)
I would love to believe there's some grand subtext to the whole thing, some relation to the darkest depths of my psyche, but nope, none to be found. I was amusing my roommate's wife at the time, so I'm sure many of those things were drawn as I was telling a joke. Right ripping at the moment, I suppose.
Too bad I have no skills of an artist. (Strong Bad reference.)
ok...First of all mr. e, thanks for your welcoming comments on Bonez and my own blog. You are velly nice.
Second...I used to do art therapy (I was the patient, I want to get that clear because you probably thought I was the psychologist, right?) and I found out that art is a direct connection to your subconscious. So I'd walk in all smiles and then throw a can of black paint on some paper. How ya feelin' Lisa? Fine! Liar.
The significant thing is that the big bright happy sun in the dominant right corner makes sure that all those darker sides of you get niced up. The sun will come up too-morr-owe...Let's see...(I'm on a roll here), the Ninja (you) is definitely suffering. Why is that? It looks like he (you) has to make a difficult choice between talking on your cell phone/eating a donut or committing suicide by drug overdose/terrorist act. Which will it be?
The blow dryer is just helping dry the dog after his/her bath.
there ya go. That'll be $95, please.
The sun exists merely because:
A) I like smiley faces.
B) I needed a subtext to name the file "2 scoops of ammonium nitrate" and we ALL know that the sun is responsible for providing 2 scoops of whatever it is that is needed.
:)
And if I were anything in that picture, it would be the doughnut.
Does this mean you are soft, doughy, and sweet?
I'm definitely doughy. :P
so i'm the roommate's wife .. and i do remember laughing my butt off when we experiencing this lovely picture together.. good thing i held on to it on my computer so we could all enjoy again!
Yes, lolli. Thanks to you the world has been further infected by the leavings of my brain. I still have no idea what the hair dryer is all about, though.
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