Okay. So the p*orn was back up today.
And at closing time — which is opening time for the wine lounge — the lightfooted artist made an appearance, fiddling around with the arrangement in The Misfit Room. He bounced up to me, a kind of John Leguizamo look-alike, smiled and said, pointedly, “So — has anyone said anything about my art back there?”
Oh. I see. Overlord has been talking. Neat. Thanks. I feel so safe. He obviously knew something — everything, I suppose. So I was truthful(ish) and vague.
“Um, a few.”
He just simpered and walked away. Then, of course, I really knew that he knew. Because if he were asking with the best of intentions, out of mere curiosity, he would have said — I think anyway — “Oh? Really? What’s the response been?” or something like that.
So — goodie! The regime and reputation of me, Tracey Stalin, your blog hostess, continues to expand exponentially.
I would’ve said, “Yes! They’re demanding equal time for the other gender–so get to work, artiste!”
And if he said that *bothered* him. . . tell him it’s supposed to. 🙂
Hahaha, Kate!
i would continue to take it back down every single frakking day. and i would point out that it is porn. not art.
the overlord is a punk. punch him in the face for me, would you?
You know I will, sarahk. I am, after all, a performance pugilist.
Sounds to me like it might be easier to take out the artist….sound like he’s smaller and weaker.
This kind of crap would make my head hurt, seriously. I’m glad I’m not a smallbusinessperson. At least when one of my students is acting like a jerk, I can call him/her on it and not feel like I’m going to be in trouble for “causing offense.”
I love how you described yourself as truthful(ish)
Please move. This stuff distracts you from your business.
The next artist the Overlord brings in will be a sculptor who works with poop or something equally disgusting–just for shock effect.
You have yoked yourself with people in full rebellion against God. It makes for great and funny blogging, but as a fellow small business owner, I’m starting to feel freaked out for you.