I LOVE Thai food, but I HATE myself when I eat so much. Especially when I eat so much that all I want to do is throw it back up...okay a little too much information, but I'm sure you know what I mean. I feel like such a glutton. Oh!! and then there are all those nifty exotic drinks with those little paper umbrellas (LOVE paper umbrellas, I'm putting it on my profile when I'm done) and they all have names like Scorpion and Typhoon with descriptions like "we dare you to try it" and of course I always take the dare...at least twice to prove I'm woman enough. Anyone ever been to Thailand? A couple friends of mine have been there and the one thing standing between me and the orient...that dreadful plane ride. Plus the fact that my friends say that the cities have this strange scent of damp earth, feces, and pot roast. Oh!! and the other thing I love...the interior decor. I'd take the cheapest piece of gaudy Thai art any day over what most Americans find artistic...Thomas Kinkade "painter of light" my ass. Well, time to pop in a movie and fall asleep on the couch. G'night to all.
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Thomas Kinkade ... is there anyone more artistic than a guy with a "gallery" in every mall? How can one man be so intensely creative and yet so productive? His paintings are a bargain at $2000 or whatever the hell they charge. Fuck Jackson Pollack ... when did he ever paint a cute little sheep in a barnyard?
I liken movies like "Life as a House" and "Big Fish" to being like Thomas Kinkade paintings of terminal illness. Mayby Thomas Kinkade could hook up with Currier and Ives to make pretty figurines depicting the holocaust, or the recent earthquake in Iran?
Okay -- maybe I get angry and cynical!