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A true artist finds the beauty in anything and portrays it perfectly.  They can put down what they see and think to show other people how they are.  A true artist can take a scene and turn it into something that can be kept forever. They have talent, drive, and a love for what they do.  A true artist does not create masterpieces for money, but because it is what they love to do. Picasso, Van Gogh, Di Vinci and Monet are prime examples of artists.  Andy Warhol is not.   Andy Warhol was cheap, trashy and an over-all jerk.....

            Andy Warhol may have started the pop-art culture, but he ended the world of art.  His “artwork” is cheap, trashy and shows little to no talent.  Pictures of soup cans do not express anything artistic, nor do pictures if bananas.  His ideas of “art” are a shame and mockery to true artists.  His paintings are obnoxious and offensive.  The colors he uses are so loud you couldn’t hear sirens over them.  His ability to trace and screen print did not make up for his lack of creativity.  Not only were his paintings cheap looking, they were boring.  If people wanted to look at pictures of Marilyn Monroe, they could just look in a magazine.  At least she would have had the potential to be pretty there.  He had the inane ability to make anything seem absolutely psychotic and more or less ridiculous than they needed to be.....

Film is a big part of American life, but Andy somehow managed to kill it.  His idea of a good film was eight hours of nothing but footage of the Empire State Building.  This took no creativity and no talent.  Neither did his film Eat.  All Eat showed was a man eating a mushroom for forty-five minutes. Any filmmaker of today should be ashamed at the horrible legacy that Warhol left behind.  Hopefully no one will try to follow in his footsteps.  Warhol was simply bent on making money in any way possible. He did not really care about art. (skellyton.blogspot.com)....

Warhol said that the reason he started painting pictures of money was because someone told him to paint what he loved most.  That is a rude and arrogant thing to do.  He was cheap, selfish, and wanted nothing more than to con anyone and everyone into giving him their money.  He was a disgrace to artists everywhere and does not deserve the title of artist.....

            In the end, Andy Warhol was no only a terrible artist, but a terrible person in general.  He did everything he could to make as much money as possible, even if it meant cheating and conning people.  If anyone should be considered an artist, it should not be him.....

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http://skellyton.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-be-so-humble-you-are-not-that.html....

I never meant to
             abuse you
            I have no excuses
Even at a distance I found you
                            beautiful.
                      even when I couldn't see you.

               If only you knew 
                         that I never stopped caring
                         how much I've abused myself
                               and how I haven't stopped
           because of the shit that I did to you.
                                    that I never intended to do.

                                      If only you knew
                                           that you're not the only one that got hurt
                                                   how much I want a
                                                for things to be right
                                                          gun in my mouth.

come home.

i want to put my hand
                            on the back of your neck
i want to put my lips
                           on the side
i want to put my eyes
                           in alignment with yours
i want to put my ears
                           against your heartbeat
i want to put my nose
                            to the tip of yours
                                               
                                                   and smile again.

i am terrified
one step forward or one back?
I fear these feelings

Awkward moments. We all have them. Everyone has awkward moments. The smoothest people to ever exist still have awkward moments. I mean, really, it doesn't matter who you are. Unless of course you're me. I never have awkward moments. I'm pretty much the smoothest cat around.

...

Right. I'm about as smooth as a waffle.
Long story short:
I'm the most awkward human EVER.

Perhaps it's not awkward, persay. Maybe I just turn up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe I'm just prone to strange situations. Or maybe I'm the prime target of hidden camera shows and they just forget to jump out and tell me it's a joke? I don't know, and I don't think I ever will know, but at least it keeps me on my toes...
...and constantly wanting to run and hide under a rock and cry.

I've had my share of uncomfortable moments, whether it be getting my tongue stuck in a container of apple sauce, slipping and falling into trashcans, being heard singing in the shower, breaking bones from tripping, etc. But never have I had one so unexpected and so...not funny?
I mean...I guess its funny now, but it certainly wasn't at the time, unlike all of the previously listed encounters. (Yes, I did laugh when I tripped and broke my toe, yes I laughed when I feel into a trashcan.)
This time I just stood there slightly mortified.

Honestly, kiddo, I thought you had more poise than that.



THINK AGAIN, SUCKER!


You know when you haven't seen someone that you were kind of close with and rather attached to in a really, really long time? Sometimes you wonder whether it would be a good thing or not to see them again, especially when current situations really put an uncomfortable strain on things. What makes things even more uneasy is when you're 99% sure that you're the only one of the two that feels so uncomfortable. Though thoughts and feelings have long since passed, there is still a certain hope and dread that surfaces when it comes to seeing them again.
Though the hope part sinks like steel pool-floaties when you just so happen to run into them whilest buying the amazing combination of both embarrasing beauty products and child's craft supplies. At the same time. Nothing says 'freak' like holding a box of 64 crayons while standing in the 'hair removal products' aisle of Target. I really should have just been wearing a tag that said "Hello, my name is TOTAL CREEPER!"

Though I can't help but chuckle aloud and shake my head as I write this, I can assure you that laughing was the last thing I wanted to do at the time. The ideal action for me would have been to flee, darting across a busy street, and hide in some tall, thorny bushes, then perhaps burrow underground to hide and feast on little grubs. Unfortunately for me I am not a small woodland creature and could do nothing more than stand wide-eyed as a deer waiting for the collision of an on-coming truck. But in the end a collision is a collision, and one can choose to either lay in the road until the next car comes, or to limp away quickly in hopes of avoiding more injury. Since I, personally, cannot say that I enjoy getting hit by cars, I chose to limp (more like scurry) away, purchase my Nair and Crayolas, then return home to my own mangled sanity.

Luckily for me, awkward moments are called 'awkward moments" and not "awkward 6 hours", "awkward two weeks", or "awkward three decades".
Lucky for me, awkward moments are nothing more than awkward...well... moments.

Shrimp, shrimp, I love shrimp
Shrimp, shrimp, I love shrimp
I love shrimp, I love shrimp

But I do not eat the shrimp
Because I do not eat my friends.
Einstein did not eat his friends
Gandhi did not eat his friends
Frank does not eat his friends
Madonna does not eat her friends
I do not eat my friends

Not the boys and not the girls
I do not eat my friends.
I don't even know what's under,
underneath their little shells
'cause I am not a lady shrimp.
I wish I were a lady shrimp.

Then I could swim like a shrimp
Then I could talk like a shrimp
Then I could walk like a shrimp
Then I could dance like a shrimp
Then I could sing like a shrimp
Then I could be a shrimp.

Shrimp, shrimp, I love shrimp
Shrimp, shrimp, save the shrimp.
Pick them up at the grocery store
Then take them all to the ocean
Set them free with their little tails
Give them all little hats.
Shrimp, shrimp, I love shrimp

-Skellyton.

I'll just keep this here and add onto it as I figure out more.  We'll see how it goes. bleh.

yes my heart's in pieces
but at least it made your time worthwhile
Your time is well spent only
when you find a way to bring me down

what you want is what I give
and I find nothing in return
you hold a fire in your hands
as I watch my possessions burn.

Tomorrow comes much to soon
there's no time for my palms to heal

Juno

Juno.

Summary
Juno, a sixteen year old girl becomes pregnant.  Throughout the film she faces various decisions she must make as time passes.

Review

After seeing the previews, I was most attracted to the fast paced humor and wit that was advertised.  I am thankful to say that the same humor was kept up throughout the entire movie and was more than what was just shown on TV.
The story line was well executed and had sometimes bitterly realistic situations despite the humor. 
The acting was up to par and the writing was fast-paced and well done.
I may have been most impressed by the good choice of music that fit the premises of the film perfectly.
There was quite a large amount of crude language for a PG 13 rated film.  Sexual content was present but not overwhelming.  Drinking, smoking, and drugs were mentioned but not shown.
There was one scene of violent content where Juno and Mark, the soon-to-be adopted father of the baby, watch a horror film where a woman is gruesomely impaled with a pole.


[Positive feedback]
+Good acting
+Captivating storyline
+It was realistic
+Good soundtrack
+Very funny


[Negative]
-Some moments were a bit vague, especially when talking about past events.
-The music became distracting.

Overall I would give this movie a 4 out of 5.

Drama

Sweeney Todd, Demon Barber of Fleet Street