Tiny joyful art

The worst thing about speaking a language natively is that your brain will insist on applying the Rules™ even when there's nothing to go on. You can look at a damn keysmash and some chthonic gremlin in a little professor hat living in the back of your skull will go "I think that one's a verb".

In the interest of full disclosure, this post was prompted by overthinking why some variations of the "she eben on my nezer til I scrooge" template meme work and others don't, and how sometimes it's because it just doesn't seem plausible that a given piece of gibberish could be a sex act.

Little old Italian lady: Do you have zucchini?

Me: Yes, right here.

Lady: Is how much?

Me: $2.99 a pound.

Lady: It's usually $1.49.

Me: Yes, in the summer.

Lady, pauses, then grabs two: I put it in a soup.

Me: Oh nice, what kind are you making?

Lady: You will not fantasize about my soup.

And then she walked away. "You will not fantasize about my soup" will be in my head forever. I love you, little old Italian lady.

Fan art of the little old Italian lady.

Did a little fan art of a popular post on blue sky.

The thing with amateur local theater is it is almost always bad BUT keeping it alive is the most important thing

The joys of artistic expression cannot be limited to talented people everybody needs it to survive

This is such a hilarious take we should give untalented people who make bad art money you know just because guys

Exactly. Glad you understand 💗

good art grows from the soil of bad art, but also bad art justifies itself. it's still art

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I agree, please enjoy. Acrylic on random thrift store found object, randomly selected colors and fonts from an online generator.

It has been way over a decade since this happened, so some details are a little blurry, but I still have to tell this story here too:

So, my dad's colleague was on a trip with their friends, who were a couple. Now, the wife of this couple was a huge U2 fan, and the highlight of this trip was going to a U2 concert. Later that night, after the concert, they went to a restaurant, and who do they see there at another table? Bono. The wife wants so badly to go and ask for an autograph, but in a typical Finnish fashion, she doesn't want to be a bother because surely Bono just wants to enjoy his night and not be surrounded by fans all the time, so she doesn't go.

Then, she notices that someone from Bono's table gets up and goes to the men's restroom, so she also gets up and goes to wait outside the men's room, until the guy comes out. She then stops him and goes excuse me, I saw that you were at the same table as Bono, would it be in any way possible that you could ask for an autograph from him for me? (because apparently it is much less mortifying to bother someone else you don't know than to bother the guy directly, I guess).

The man apparently kinda stands there for a moment, just looking at her, before he asks, sounding just a tad bit confused, if he heard her right. You want me to go and ask Bono for an autograph for you?

Yes, she says. She's being very polite about it. If you would be so kind. That would be great.

The man says yes, sure, I'll see what I can do about it.

They then part ways and go back to their own tables and continue the night, and some time later, they notice that Bono and the rest of the people who had been at that table have left.

Oh well, the wife thinks. No can do, maybe he just forgot or something or just didn't want to do it. It's okay.

They finish up their meal and ask for the bill. The waiter tells them that their meal has already been paid for, and then tells that they were left with two notes.

The waiter gives them the notes. They are both autographs. One of them says Bono.

And the other says Bruce Springsteen.

Don’t skip this post. It’s really funny if you like American classic rock. It’s really really funny. 

hi sorry i became so obsessed with this video that i made a tiny painting of it