Well, my Mom got older today (well, yesterday, now). Happy Birthday, Mom. And as part of the festivities, my Mon, Dad, brother and I went to the art museum--first Thursday and all that jazz. And I have to say...how do I phrase this...a lot of art sucks. I know, I know, you aren't supposed to say such things. And yeah, the problem isn't the art, it's me. But still. I don't like it.

Like renaisance painters--Rembrandt and all those others that try to look like Rembrandt--they do nothing for me. Wow, skintone, lighting, realism, yada yada. SO? But historical context! Yawn. I don't care. Just don't. Can't make me.

And no, I couldn't paint anything nearly as well. And no, I don't have anything against the millions of people who do like the stuff I don't. But still. I'm tired of being in museums and looking at stuff with people and acting like "oh yeah. It's amazing. I apprecite it. And it just feels amazing to look at." Not gonna do it anymore. Call me what you will.