It's been a while since they arrested OJ Simpson again, but I didn't say antyhing because I couldn't think of anythng to say. The wait is over. As you may know, the most innocent murderer of all time was arrested for the armed robbery of memorabilia that according to him was his property, and not owned by the salesman friend of his who had it.
Also known as the most self centered robbery since that guy who stabbed another one to remove the kidney he had donated to him.
Londoners want to prove to the international community that they still have manners, whether above ground or underwater. A record attempt took place over there: the world's largest formal submarine dinner party. I could not care less if it was successful.
These records annoy me. I understand things like the longest novel, or the tallest totem pole, or even the damndest tiniest cell phone. But not things like that, that nobody ever really does. People don't usually stack bowling balls, or fill their mouths with cigarettes, or talk fast just for the sake of talking fast, or have formal dinner parties underwater. Hell, next time I'm in the mood for setting a record, I'll just be "the Jorge who spent the longest time in front of a computer without working sitting on a chair and wearing socks with holes on them". I'm the best at that.
The Etch-A-Sketch is a toy. A small device that thanks to the power of magnets allows the creation of rudimentary images on its surface. A gentleman uses it as a means to express his art, reproducing classic pieces. On the little toy. His work has been exibited in galleries and museums.
I start doing something like that and end up committed.
The guy says his work is "a quintessential American art form, where the medium truly is the message". I say the Etch-A-Sketch was invented by some European dude. And I didn't quite get the message.
Boomm. One, two, three, four, I don't know what this blog's for...
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