Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Oh my word. What to make of this dramatic full-frontal assault on my fashion sense? Was it bold and dramatic, or was it garish and unfortunate? Certainly the colors weren't unusual: butter yellow and deepest navy. But the Great Plains-sized swaths of them were. Good heavens, those stripes were so wide, so vast, so capacious that they strained the very time-space continuum. They were almost panoramic in their scope. Is this what the farmlands of Kansas or Iowa look like from the pilot's vantage point on a cross-country flight? Or the scarred landscapes of strip-mining? Or perhaps the ancient runways of extraterrestrials viewed from space? I don't know, but I don't like it on Brian Williams' tie.
Brought to Life by Nance at 8:23 PM