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Interesting (to say the least) art pieces I saw at an exhibit this weekend from Mahara T. Sinclaire. The first one is titled Nipples, and the second is Atomic Breasts. They are part of the “We Are All One: Stories and Foibles” set. No one could explain her inspiration for these foibles to me. I am only left to assume she’s as fascinated with breasts as any man is.

I don’t understand how someone sew some crap like that together and it’s called art. It looks like something I’d come up with if I was bored in Home-Ec.

Art to me is something worth looking at and having a feeling for, something that grabs you in your own way. What this does, however, is make me wonder if I can start making this “art” myself. I think I could whip up a couple of boob pieces for the art world. But there is no denying that the name “Atomic Breasts” is amazing for any art piece.

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Playin the Sax

So, today, I went to the UL game with Bieber. We got awesome seats at halfcourt.

We sat down, we were early and got ready to enjoy the game. Then, some old people sat in front of us. Then others came. Then we started to smell them. We decided to move. Then, some more old people sat in front of us. I couldn’t help but laugh when the old man sat down, because he miscalculated and sat on the arm rest. Ouch. Then, he did something that was just unreal. This:

Wow. Just. Wow. I was laughing so hard, it was just too funny. It didn’t help when the old people noticed the floor was sticky and kept lifting up their feet and you could hear it sticking to the ground. Just when I thought it couldn’t be any more hysterical… he does this:

I know you can’t tell from the photo, but he’s checking out the cheerleaders. Take note, he did this long enough for me to be able to notice it, take out my phone, and navigate to the camera and take it. To top it all off, UL won in the last 19 seconds of the game, 67-65. Woot.

At the UL game… Again.