what is this blog all about

this blog is dedicated to the art of #3. #3 was a terrible roommate who ultimately cost me my cat and a rental reference while forcing me and ck1 (the good roommate/friend) to live under a passive-aggressive cloud of unpleasantness for 9 months.

somewhere along the way ck1 and i developed the idea to create a blog dedicated to the terrible terrible 'art'. it is a little vengeful, perhaps even petty but at times it was very necessary to find ways to relieve #3 related stress.

luckily ck1 and i are now free from the oppressive, red-wine-and-diet-coke-cocktail-drinking, stool-pigeon that is #3. however i do find it necessary to set the cosmic karma scales back to zero by sharing these deplorable trainwreck eyesores.

you may be asking yourself "are you some kind of asshole or something?" well the short answer is 'no, not really', the long answer is 'well yeah kinda' and the even longer answer is 'aren't we all sometimes?'.

the point is - #3 had it coming. so while it may seem easy to judge me for doing this:

1. you gotta admit it is pretty fucking bad.
2. she actually had this stuff up in our house - where people could see it!
3. you didn't have to live with #3
4. you didn't have to live with #3
5. yes it counts twice. it was that bad.

enjoy.

big shout out to ck1 for bearing with me through this......and credit to mr. adam for for assisting on the photo collection mission and for stealing #3's daffodils when we were moving my stuff out.

hello my name is giant vagina

the first question that comes to mind is what came first the vagina on the leather or the vagina on paper (see below)my second question is - does this make me uncomfortable because of the terrible execution or because it looks like something gross someone once showed me from a 70's hustler ("texas tunnel" enough said). I'm no artist nor am I some art geek/lover/whatever but I know art is supposed to evoke emotion. Whether admiration or revulsion if it make you feel something it did it's job. this just made me sad. does that count?

nurturance? that just feels icky

this was on the wall of our living room for sometime until we had the little incident over last summer on the night we ate shrooms in the back yard and listened to tom waits. ck1 took one for the team that night.

vicious circle of life

fairly normal, i guess???

i mean, what am i supposed to do with this?

sorta ok.

again, sorta ok. i mean it sucks but it doesn't make you go....

..." WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" like this one does.

imagine the conversation:

"What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"

"Umm honey....uhhhhh.....there's like.....how can i say this? Don't be afraid, but there is a shadow woman living in you gaping cavernous vagina, and your clitoris has been replaced by a native american headdress"

"Yeah? Like I said - why'd you stop?"

spermaries and ovarerm

errrrr!!!

for the sake of being fair

this one really isn't that bad. there was one other piece that i actually did like. though i'm pretty sure #3 didn't make it. still i left it off the blog out of something that might possibly resemble but is not necessarily respect.