My friend Jennifer, in her awesome greatness, made a diorama in her spare time. She recently graduated from UT in Austin and is waiting to go to medical school in Dallas. Since she had all this spare time on her hands, she made this gem:
Your job is to come up with a story about what's going on in the image. Be as creative as you'd like. The "winner" will get the satisfaction of knowing they're a very creative person. So put your creativity hats on and let's see what we can come up with! Bonus points for continuing someone else's story where they "left off."
"Come on men! Let's take down this crappy diorama!"
"HUUUAAAA!"
The End.
Mexican Standoff.
@Joe -- that story sucked. ;-)
@Adam -- So they do teach you that stories involve verbs, right? ;-)
Is it hot in here, or is it just me? ;)
So there was this Mexican standoff, where the goal was for the men to burn down the AWESOME diorama. However, due to the extreme heat of the jungle, the men lost their minds and started carry around torches. What they planned to use the torches for, no one will ever know. Because a gigantic T Rex came out of the jungle and ate them all.
Theres no T-rex in the diorama, you can't just pop things into the endof the story to make it work for you.
No fair.
I most certainly can -- in fact, I'm going to do that some more RIGHT NOW.
Then Bill walked up to the T-Rex and shot it, only to be beaten later by a hooker.
The hooker that an as yet unnamed male later took home for a night of pleasure. After the deeds were done, he tried to stiff her on the cash, so she forcibly inserted her left, thigh-high, boot into his rectum. Little did she know that he was a terrorist, and smuggled his nuclear devices into the country in his rectum. Her insertion set off a nuclear explosion which wiped out most of the planet of Druidia.
Well...this diorama is a representation of the mental processes set off by this half-animated work by Jim O'Connelly. Thus, these three soldiers (having overcome that natural aversion of green vs. tan for one another) unite to traverse the unknown, i.e. The Forbidden Valley.
But, after all, an arti'ste does not define the meaning of her art. The archetypes and feelings that the work inspires in the viewer's soul is just as valid as any personal meaning the work has for the arti'ste herself...
So, in the end, I guess it's totally about the hooker with her thigh-highs up a john's rectum. Bravo!
And I just felt like playing with matches.
@Jennifer: I totally agree. :: Sips expensive wine and stares longingly at the masterpiece. ::
Indeed!
lol
Sheesh, marry one hooker and get labeled for life...
BTW, anyone notice the interesting view of three's? there are three Soldiers, three torches, three palm trees (nicely drawn also!), three coconuts and three fields of focus.
It speaks greatly of a true genius to incorprate all that, Props to Jennifer.
Now, we need naked dioramas.
LoL, nice crazy story folks. :-)
It's really none of my business, but did you realize that these comments include the words: hooker, rectum, sucked, hot, beaten, stiff, naked and the phrase "into the endof [sic]".
Buy some bandwidth. You are going to need it.
Russ
ROFL! Thanks for pointing that out Russ. I guess I'll be on Google's #1 hit for something other than just "Aaron Ballman" now. ;-)
Never try to interpret somebody else's artwork. I was an art major for a while in college (before I realized that most artists starve and became a doctor instead). One day a group of people were in my room, looking at a large, detailed illustration hanging above my bed. They started discussing their interpretations of the illustration and the artist's motivations. I tried not to laugh at them. I was the artist. The true interpretation was simply "I was really wasted one night at a party and came up with the idea for this drawing."
LoL, nice Scott. :-) I don't think we were trying to delve into Jen's mindset with this one. I was more hoping to create art that riff's off Jennifer's creativity. Think of it as co-art. :-)
I think this primative battle is what precipitates the attack on Jooby's village.
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Better ate than never...
"So what the hell did you say these were again?" the first soldier said.
"I don't know, sir, but cook the grease and feathers off of them and they sure do taste like chicken. Right, Pablo?"
"What did you call me, senor?" Said the mexican soldier as he aimed the gun at the other two soldiers.
"Amigo! We said amigo, senor!" The other two said, putting their hands and guns up.
As villagers from the coconut-rich tropical island swam across the sandy straights to their coconut-poor neighbor for the yearly Marshmallow Roasting and Zorro look-alike competition, a suprise confrontation took place.
"Staypoofo, what are you doing with that lug wrench?"
"Has the milk curdled in your brain, it is a socket wrench, not a lug wrench! Anyways, I am tired of you and your selfish ways, no coconut party hats or coconut-clopping rodeos for me. Staypoofo is never invited for fun but you eat all of my marshmallows. Well, no more, I have forged this wrench from the indigenous metal resources of my island so I can fix my helicopter and fly home to Fluffina and the peeps. ¡Adios Amigos!"