Sign of the Apocalypse #238
April 28, 2003
“The remarkable likeness of the beloved painter is handcrafted and hand-painted to capture the smallest detail. As he gazes off into the distance, chin in hand, you can imagine Thomas Kinkade envisioning his next masterpiece.”
Comments
Chris
Don’t get me started. You think I wax loquacious about Orem, you should see me argue art/culture (or the perversion therof). It gets ugly.
Jodi
Grettir, that’s not a joke?
Josh
Let me be the first to congratulate you on your successful return from the depths of hell. Bold move of you to bring back that souvenir.
I pray that Satan doesn’t notice it is gone and come looking for it.
dan
I SWEAR TO GOD: if it were under $60 I would buy the thing. A piece of shi— er, kitch like that is seriously worth considering!!!!
dan
SERIOUSLY!!!!
dan
It’s the corn!!! The corn makes it perfect!!! It is PERFECT!!! I WANT IT SOOOO MUCH! I can’t even tell you!
Cas
I join Thomas in giving thanks. It is objets de arte like this that make it worthwhile to wake up every morning.
jack
i’m thinking office gift for grettir! let’s all pitch in! nothing says professionalism in the computing world like a john deere and Thomas Kinkad.
Thomas Kinkad is the SHIT!
farmgirl
Any farmer that looks like that on a tractor is going to get his ass kicked sooner or later.
Kate
Does it contain blood?
Grettir
Just so folks don’t mistake Kate’s legitimate question for a morbid non-sequitur:
Since this isn’t a Thomas Kinkade “Work of Light,” per se, and doesn’t bear his signature, it most likely does not incorporate any bloody chunks of scalp.
dan
Ok, I had to go to Thomas Kinkade dot com just to check on one thing. The ad you have posted claims that Tommy boy “capured the spirit of America on canvas.” Well, I don’t know about y’all, but I can’t recall the last time I saw a thatched roof on a house anywhere in America. I think he may have captured the spirit of a quaint hobbit village where bunnies hop freely, but not America.
In case you’re wondering how his site describes such an image:
“Seaside Hideaway evokes the mood of rapture we feel at such times. This is a glorious sunset; spray from the breaking waves drenches the air with mist, and a radiant light bathes clouds and swells with its golden glow, until the eye can scarcely tell where sky ends and sea begins. The towering, wispy clouds resemble angels in the searchlight of God’s grace; gulls fly up toward the heavenly light.
-Thomas Kinkade”
First of all, rapture is not a mood! It is either an emotion or a state of being transported by an emotion. Second, one doesn’t feel a mood, one exists in a mood. A mood is a state of mind or feeling, which is to say one doesn’t feel it, it exists because of how one feels. One may feel moody, but that’s different.
Then there’s the problem of “at such times.” To which times is he refering? Times when one feels rapturous? Times when one is in a good mood? I’m guessing he means times when one sees a sunset in a hobbit village, but it is so badly worded that I hate him more for describing the painting than I already did for painting it.
My eye can scarcely tell why anyone would be remotely attracted to this crap.
All this can only lead to one conclusion: I NEEEEEEEED THIS STATUE!!!!!!!!!!!!
jack
“Demand for this Thomas Kinkade and John Deere collectable is expected to be strong. Order now to avoid disapoointment.”
god… think of all the poor disappointed souls out there. who are these bastards to think they can only ‘hand-craft’ 7,500!! truely it is the end of days.
rfphill
I have so enjoyed the comments posted on this Kindaide thing… I haven’t this hard in ages…
Thanks all,
Mimi
I forget…is Monica Lewinsky’s new show sign of the Apocalypse #236 or #237?
maria
what an opportunity to announce that Chris and I are friends of the brother and sister-in-law of the “star” (Haley) of Ms. Lewinsky’s new show. oh so few degrees of separation between us and Mr. Clinton.
Jenny
Um, is it possible for me to divorce myself from you two?
maria
Sorry Jenny! We like you too much. Behold the far reaching tentacles of yucky.