If we could eliminate your carbon footprint, it'd be enough to keep every household in Seattle in plastic grocery bags for a year. Or more.

If Edward Hopper woke up one morning with an eye for a bad view and a substantial diminution of talent, he might have pooped out this excrescence.

This isn't all that bad, is it? I mean, I can imagine *someone* like this. But, then again, I'm listening to Barbra Streisand singing "Where Am I Going" and drinking a Manhattan. Sing it, Babs. Sing it.

like = liking. Jesus.

@2--Ha ha ha!

I have a deep, nostalgic attachment to Provincetown. Have some Portuguese sweetbread for me, yeah? I've been craving that shit for a month and have no idea how to find it out here.

It could use a happy tree.

Jen can't answer you; she's busy setting fire to your house.

Jesus pete - this again?

This is just cruel. Poor Jen.

She shouldn't be too mad. She gets to let us look inside her brain as she looks at art.

It has helped me understand her critiques better, and at least it is more interesting to me than many other art posts.

@5, go here:

http://www.portuguesefood.com/acatalog/Easter_Sweet_Bread_with_Egg.html

@11: Jesus H. Christ. And they have muffins!

I am in your debt.

We don't care.

Worst slog post series ever.

And such terrible self referential conversational writing - DAN, STOP!

Are any of them any good? I have no idea. But Jen should. Jen?

1)Find a baby sitter for the Kid; since you're in P-Town, I would suggest Dina Martina.
2)Grab the boyfriend.
3)Go hump in the dunes, but don't get caught; they've been busting people for that this year.
4)leave poor Jen alone; she has enough shitty Seattle art to deal with...

You know, if we opened up drilling in protected oil paintings, we could fulfill our oil paint needs for the next century.

Mind you, the drilled oil paint would be sold to China and Japan - Americans wouldn't get any of it anyway, except the ultra rich top 0.1 percent of us.

Dan, be honest--do you have any Thomas Kinkade masterpieces in your home?

All I can think of in regard to your #3, Mr. Strangeways, is sand. Sand in places where no sand is welcome.

Yo Dan, go to the Lobster Pot and have a Lobster Roll, if you haven't already wisely figured that one out. You won't regret it.

I lived on Cape Cod back when I still could afford to.

P-Town is wonderful, although I still have PTSD from my experience 20-some years ago of attempting to drive my car down Commercial St in the summer.

I strongly prefer this depiction of power lines to another silhouette-cityscape-with-crows yawner. At least this one reminds me of my granny.

Fnarf,

That is why you bring a big towel, and plenty of baby wipes...