That's Not Art
Want to have a laugh? Then please get yourself over to Garrett Murray's That's Not Art, a scathing indictment of angsty pseudo-art posted on Tumblr blogs (I refuse to say "Tumblogs" as that's a pseudo-word). Yes, we're laughing AT these people, but come on, this is ridiculous:
You are in love with a ghost? How did you meet? I've been trying to meet someone new for a while now, but these speed dating events are total crap. Every one of the women I've talked to seems to find me repulsive. A ghost, though, might be really into me.
I used to tell my wife she was so good at not paying attention that most times it seemed like she wasn't even in the room. I'm thinking this is pretty much exactly how dating a ghost would feel. Except the ghost wouldn't randomly jump back into the conversation to bitch and moan about how you refuse to take the recycling out.
A few more favorites after the jump.
This just seems pointless on every level, not to mention the insanely low quality of the image used. "I love love" is about as useful as writing, "I enjoy enjoyment" or "Fun is fun." Nice handwriting, too. Perhaps instead of wasting time loving love, you should start trying to love penmanship.
Actually, of all the things about being a human, this is the one thing you never have to worry about. Your brain is amazingly adept at keeping you breathing, even after being stabbed, shot, or smashed to the head. It also keeps you breathing through long, boring office meetings, that romantic comedy your wife forced you to go to even though you would have rather seen District 9 and why does she always get to pick the movie anyway? I'm so tired of all these stupid Hugh Grant movies when we could be watching G.I. Joe or at least football or something. And don't get me started on how annoying it is when her sister visits.
So yeah, if you're feeling sarcastic today, here's a whole bunch more.