There's Art out there

Once again it's time for Thursday Photo Funnies. Wherein I take a well deserved break from all my exhaustive research, my scholarly explorations and my routine lambasting of the Captain Ouchie Foot, and the sorry brain dead state of the GOP, and comb through my expanding library of photographic weirdness.

Today's photos have been curated from Culver City, Palm Springs, Sierra Madre and LACMA, where weirdness is on full display. And wily artists convinced collectors to shell out millions of dollars for something I could have easily done with a few coats of premium shellac...

It's called Plank. Because that's exactly what it is. 

A 12 foot high plank

painted and shellacked with a shiny shade of red.

Damn, I have a garage full of unfinished planks just waiting to be painted.

And sold to unwitting art collectors.

Speaking of art, I found this in the box of stuff 

left here by my youngest daughter when she moved to NYC.

Sadly, she would not let me keep Titty Banana, 

which would be perfect for my Palm Springs airbnb.

This shaggy dog was spotted behind the wheel of an open air

Jeep. He probably drives better than 99.8%

of Southern Californians who won't put their damn phones down.

 

Writers have many pet peeves, but none so acute as the 

mauling of the English Language. "Harmonizing the Digital and 

Physical Worlds?" Gimme a fuckin' break.

 

Don't remember where I spotted this. But I must remember 

to take my damn finger off the lens.

At the Culver City Farmer's Market

you can find cherries for $10 bucks a pound and 

unabashed cruelty to dogs.

On my last trip to Palm Springs, the 27 year old washer failed to spin. 

And the 27 year old dryer failed to heat up. 

I treated myself to some peace of mind and new appliance euphoria.

  

Those are not real children perched on the wall of this 

tony house situated up against the mountain. 

I love the creepiness. Stay weird, PS, stay weird.

Alas.

This final piece of artwork is homegrown. 

And can be found in the front yard of a very eclectic home, 

near the Jackson Market (CC), where they have mastered the art

of the custom built sandwich. Trust me on that.