“friends, Romans, countrymen … lend me your ears!”
… “what?”
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Ghost, if you want to read a very compelling book about art theft read The Goldfinch a Pulitzer Prize winning novel by Donna Taart. I just finished reading this very long novel of 962 pages. it’s very compelling and very dark in places but tells the story of a 13 year old NYC boy named Theo Decker who’s mother is killed in a terrorist bombing of a NYC art museum and his accidental theft and obsessive possession of a major Dutch work Of art called The Goldfinch and his efforts to hide it over many years including its theft by organized art thieves later in the book. I won’t give the plot away but it’s very compelling and the parts with his Ukrainian fried Boris who actually turns out to be the hero at the end despite his being a major league jerk. Lots of drug references and screwed up family members especially his dad and some very wealthy adoptive Park Ave. family who were friends of his mom. I was skeptical at first but the book sucked me in and is well worth reading especially now with lots of time to read. I gave it to a friend to read and my daughter in Nashville is also reading it. It was also made into a movie which came out last year.
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That’s as bas as the Clash of the Titians
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It took a second, but then ROTFLMAO!!
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Bwahaha! Funny Sir Fur.
This reminds me of an old joke. Remember Kathy Rigby? Gymnast who advertised feminine pads.
We were at a dinner party and DH’s boss put a dinner napkin under his neck near his ear and asked us “who am I?” Answer: Kathy Rigby.
We all almost spit out our food laughing.
Now the guy could have been fired for sexual harassment.
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I put on a mask whenever I eat pickled deviled eggs with cheese and onions.
Another fricking ginger. Whaddaya expect?
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If you’re gonna ‘shop a mask onto a Van Gogh masterpiece, at least try to match the brushstrokes.
You ain’t right in the head.
Great!
Hay Vincent, is that you?
What did Mike Tyson say to Van Gogh?
You going to eat that?
Timing, as with this post, and now crimes, is everything.
https://www.artnews.com/art-news/news/van-dyck-stolen-christ-church-oxford-1202681215/
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2020/mar/30/van-gogh-painting-stolen-from-dutch-museum
“friends, Romans, countrymen … lend me your ears!”
… “what?”
Ghost, if you want to read a very compelling book about art theft read The Goldfinch a Pulitzer Prize winning novel by Donna Taart. I just finished reading this very long novel of 962 pages. it’s very compelling and very dark in places but tells the story of a 13 year old NYC boy named Theo Decker who’s mother is killed in a terrorist bombing of a NYC art museum and his accidental theft and obsessive possession of a major Dutch work Of art called The Goldfinch and his efforts to hide it over many years including its theft by organized art thieves later in the book. I won’t give the plot away but it’s very compelling and the parts with his Ukrainian fried Boris who actually turns out to be the hero at the end despite his being a major league jerk. Lots of drug references and screwed up family members especially his dad and some very wealthy adoptive Park Ave. family who were friends of his mom. I was skeptical at first but the book sucked me in and is well worth reading especially now with lots of time to read. I gave it to a friend to read and my daughter in Nashville is also reading it. It was also made into a movie which came out last year.
That’s as bas as the Clash of the Titians
It took a second, but then ROTFLMAO!!
Bwahaha! Funny Sir Fur.
This reminds me of an old joke. Remember Kathy Rigby? Gymnast who advertised feminine pads.
We were at a dinner party and DH’s boss put a dinner napkin under his neck near his ear and asked us “who am I?” Answer: Kathy Rigby.
We all almost spit out our food laughing.
Now the guy could have been fired for sexual harassment.
I put on a mask whenever I eat pickled deviled eggs with cheese and onions.
Another fricking ginger. Whaddaya expect?
If you’re gonna ‘shop a mask onto a Van Gogh masterpiece, at least try to match the brushstrokes.
Man, I hate it when that happens!