I cancelled most of my cable so I feel adrift in a sea of 24/7 non-HD Sheldon Cooper reruns and I'm praying for a swift and painless drowning.
I joined the 21st century and tried this new "online dating" thang for a hot minute only to realize that I must live in a princess bubble of sequins and sunshine because 113% of the available population in my area is either a sociopath, someone who sends me bad poetry or has Jesus as their sassy gay friend. Sometimes all three at once. Everyone is illiterate. Maybe I'll change my profile pic to me chewing with my mouth open...
Probably get some weirdo who has a chewing fetish. He'll write me a dirty poem about masturbating to my mastication... Summer of 2013, y'all!
Anychewzles, maybe because my life is currently very surreal I'm having a love affair with this project by Kid Zoom aka Ian Strange.
He's traveling around the country turning real houses into commentary about suburbia and the icon of homes but frankly I just want a big red cartoon house.
Some design bloggers might suggest matching your crown molding to your wall color but we take things to a whole new level around here.
Maybe it's the hurricane of snot and allergy meds in my head but this seems like a fantastic idea.
Oh. Yes. I'm sure my neighbors will think my house is marked by gawd because there's a plague inside but I'll be like "Nope, it's art, fuckers!"
They're gonna be even more confused if I tried to burn the Ranch down for ART then...
|All pics (and more) from Arrested Motion
Hope everyone is having a fantastic Augtober with minimal snot hurricanes. This weekend I'll be plotting what kind of large scale graffiti I'm going to apply to the exterior of my house.
I bet you're starting to think those suburban neighborhood HOA guidelines are pretty damn beneficial now, huh?!
Tough shit. This is America.
Where British people paint our houses for art and we like it.