Hello Dear Readers! Now I know it’s Monday, and we Go-Get-‘er Americans are always supposed to be productive as all get out on Mondays or at least look like we are, but today Dear Readers, I say screw it! (Yes, I’m even pulling out the word “screw” –sometimes I get in a mood and there’s no holding me back!)
What’s say we recklessly thumb through an old book instead, shall we?
Here’s a book I found at the thrift store. (Quelle surprise !) It’s entitled Horizon. But it’s really more like a magazine. It’s a collection of random topics and pictures. Here’s the cover:
Okay, now let’s imagine a dialogue between Hans Memling and his wife right after he showed her A Lady with a Pink:
Wife: Honey It’s adorable! Ah! I just love that little spit curl at the top of her forehead.
Hans: Thank you.
Wife: But, honey, may I make a suggestion? Don’t you think her head’s a skosh too big? I mean doesn’t she look like she’s got a five-head going on?
Hans: What? No! Her head really looks like that.
Wife: Okay, but I think you might want to erase some of her head. But leave in the spit curl. That spit curl just makes it pop. What are you calling it?
Hans: A Lady with a Pink.
Wife: A lady with a pink what? . . . Hans, didn’t you hear me? . . . I said a lady with a pink what? Ha ha very funny, Hans! You can stop pretending like you’re dead again. . . Hans?
A Lady with a Pink doesn’t really look all that hard to draw in my opinion.
Okay, I’m admitting flat-out that my version isn’t as good as Hans’s but at least she’s wearing something pink. (I updated her hair color a little too.) And I gotta say, IMHO I nailed that spit curl better than Hans Memling did. God rest his 15th century soul.
Okay, that’s enough about the cover. Now let’s crack open the book, Dear Readers! Oh boy . . . there are so many weird pictures inside . . . let’s just stick some captions on them:
Of course there are lots more weird pictures in our old book, but remember, we don’t want to work too hard today, what with it being Screw It Monday! So let’s just call it a day and go do something even more unproductive than this, if possible.
Until next time . . . I love you