Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I don't understand it, therefore it must be rubbish

Here's a little something for the foam-flecked anti-post-modernist brigade.



7 comments:

Elsewhere007 said...

The cat picture in your header links very well to this post.

genevieve said...

HAH.
That was as good as a drink.

Mindy said...

They were so young! I will have to use 'unhappy bubbles of anal wind' somewhere in conversation. I must pick my moment carefully.

Zarquon said...

In a breathless deconstruction of the trite family self-portrait, USA PhotoHouse deftly excises the phallocentric father figure, leaving a single hand to signify - with profound semiotic irony - the hidden hand of capitalism. The camera is bereft of any screen or viewfinder in a de facto refutation of the omnipresent panopticon of male gaze, while the child points aimlessly out of the savaged image in a cathartic denunciation of the testosterone-poisoned concept of understanding directions. Marvellous.

WV: let your freke flag fly

phil said...

Unadulterated snot, but my fancy is tickled.

Actually, just leave it at snot, less is more.

No, include some tickling.

Pavlov's Cat said...

What disgusting substance would it take to make snot seem adulterated if you added it?

Zarquon said...

This would. (Click on that link if you dare.)