On a lazy Wednesday night (which goes for most of the weeknights, as the operative word here is “lazy”), M.B. decided to give our ghetto grill a new look. Although I say “our” grill, I really can’t claim much credit since all I got to contribute was a series of “oooohs” and “ahhhhs” and some minor coloring.
On the same night, simultaneously, the show “Work of Art” debuted on Bravo. In between commercial breaks I would pop my head out to see Godzilla and the SF skyline coming to life, then back on the couch to see a bunch of self- important phonies trivializing art by competing like they were in a sporting event.
Thank you but no thank you. I’ll take Mothra on the mural of a yakitori grill over some over exposed incompletely screen printed death portrait of a live person playing possum ANY DAY.