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This is fun: auto mechanics recreate famous paintings. The last one is my favorite; it’s based on one of my favorite Rembrandts, the Anatomy Lesson of Dr Tulp.

Rembrandt was my favorite painter when I was a kid. Then I made the mistake of reading a biography of him and decided he was kind of a jerk. And he thought those lumpy potato women he painted were beautiful, because they were based on his wife and mistress. All the other Dutch painters snickered at his bovine nudes.

Never hit the ‘learn more’ button on your heroes. Thanks to can’t hark for the link.

Changing the subject, the South Park guys are coming out with a new game in December: The Fractured but Whole. I guess it’s a riff on the Marvel superhero movies. As part of the schtick, they’re claiming to have developed a peripheral device called the Nosulus Rift that allows you to smell farts as they happen in the game. The Making of videos are pretty fun.

I haven’t quite finished their first game, Stick of Truth. It’s a cross between an RPG and an episode of South Park, but it has wrung a few genuine guffaws out of me.

Finally: rooster in pants! Or cockerel in trousers, for my British readers. For reasons unfathomable, it is seriously funny. He looks like your grandpa.

It came across my FaceBook feed from one of the chikken groups I follow. When I went to YouTube to find a non-FB link, I discovered chickens in pants are a thing. This one has a kind of bigfoot quality. This guy’s laugh is infectious. Wait, is this the same guy, or do all redneck yards look alike? (I love the way that rooster keeps looking down at his pants, like The Hell?). Won’t even start on the chicken diapers.

We’ve got some fun stuff on the calendar for this weekend, but the weather isn’t predicted to cooperate. Cross your fingers. Have a good one!

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Can't Hark My Cry
Time: August 19, 2016, 9:33 pm

Love the way the rooster in pants appears to be holding them up with his wings as he runs …

About reading up on your heroes–one of the greatest letdowns of my life was reading Dorothy Parker’s Constant Reader review of Winnie the Pooh. It was funny as hell (“Tonstant Weadah fwowed up!), but it was savaging another of my idols. And then I read (same year–freshman in college) Raymond Chandler’s essay in which he does a hatchet job on various English cozies, including Busman’s Honeymoon. Same kind of pain, eh?

 


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: August 19, 2016, 11:08 pm

If you like that kind of thing, subscribe to the sub-reddit called ‘Accidental Renaissance’:

https://www.reddit.com/r/AccidentalRenaissance/

…they post photos that look like renaissance paintings…some neat stuff in there.

Have a nice weekend!

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: August 22, 2016, 3:25 pm

As I recall, Can’t Hark, in that essay Chandler savages A.A. Milne’s one mystery, The Red House Mystery — and gets in a little dig at Alexander Woollcott, who’d praised it as one of the best mysteries ever. Chandler remarked that Woollcott was “a fast man with a superlative.”

I was disturbed a few years ago to read that John Wayne didn’t care for Kim Darby when they worked together on True Grit. I need to stop reading these “behind the scenes” bits. The way it’s going, one of these days I’m going to find that my man Robert Vaughn of The Man from U.N.C.L.E. had a gay affair in the Sixties with Truman Capote or something.

 


Comment from Can’t Hark My Cry
Time: August 23, 2016, 11:14 am

Yes, I haven’t had the heart to reread the Chandler essay, but that sounds about right, Wolfus; on the other hand, /The Red House Mystery/ actually isn’t all that good …

 


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Time: August 31, 2016, 5:00 pm

[…] a nifty set of pictures I discovered over at Ms. Weasel’s blog; it is a set of photographs by one Freddy Fabris featuring, well, Mechanics, done in the style of […]

 

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