for some hogs it is all that matters
Great start! Wonder who will want the last word here. 😊
The photo shows the unwrapping of a ground-roasted hog.
artBob wrote:
Great start! Wonder who will want the last word here. 😊
The photo shows the unwrapping of a ground-roasted hog.
Adding a photo to another members topic is considered hijacking by some, I simply think of it as pigheaded behavior. If you have something to say about hogs please start your own topic.
rockdog wrote:
for some hogs it is all that matters
With weapons like that I'd be inclined to let him have the last word
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R.G. wrote:
With weapons like that I'd be inclined to let him have the last word
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And then there is the breath issue! Some folks are just born with all the tools.
rockdog wrote:
Adding a photo to another members topic is considered hijacking by some, I simply think of it as pigheaded behavior. If you have something to say about hogs please start your own topic.
Nice of you to play cop. Thinking this was meant as a fun post in a photo forum, a fun photo seemed, well, fun. Do you think the OP is too feeble to respond, or perhaps even enjoys the visual, as I would were the situation reversed. Is this harassing something personal?
The road to the cool mud wallow is long, with many a winding turn through irrational pork bellies, edited chops and the rules of baby back ribs. Take my cloven hooves, Phil; together we shall ford the curly-tailed rivers of faux art, climb every obtuse angle of center-cut bacon and mountain of verbosity, until - at last - we find hog heaven.
There we shall grow fat and complacent. Until we are slaughtered.
Linda From Maine wrote:
The road to the cool mud wallow is long, with many a winding turn through irrational pork bellies, edited chops and the rules of baby back ribs. Take my cloven hooves, Phil; together we shall ford the curly-tailed rivers of faux art, climb every obtuse angle of center-cut bacon and mountain of verbosity, until - at last - we find hog heaven.
There we shall grow fat and complacent. Until we are slaughtered.
Hog heaven, yeah that's the goal, we must be close...we just need to avoid getting stuck in the mud...or whatever that stuff is. Wait, did you say slaughtered??
Linda From Maine wrote:
The road to the cool mud wallow is long, with many a winding turn through irrational pork bellies, edited chops and the rules of baby back ribs. Take my cloven hooves, Phil; together we shall ford the curly-tailed rivers of faux art, climb every obtuse angle of center-cut bacon and mountain of verbosity, until - at last - we find hog heaven.
There we shall grow fat and complacent. Until we are slaughtered.
Hoping to avoid wallowing in faux art, I am hoping you can identify it for us.
artBob wrote:
Hoping to avoid wallowing in faux art, I am hoping you can identify it for us.
Why certainly, Mr. Bob, glad to help. Though as someone who has critiqued
"literally thousands" surely you already know where not to wallow?
But perhaps
This topic (click here) will work.
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Linda From Maine wrote:
The road to the cool mud wallow is long, with many a winding turn through irrational pork bellies, edited chops and the rules of baby back ribs. Take my cloven hooves, Phil; together we shall ford the curly-tailed rivers of faux art, climb every obtuse angle of center-cut bacon and mountain of verbosity, until - at last - we find hog heaven.
There we shall grow fat and complacent. Until we are slaughtered.
So poetic and clever, I love it, Linda!
Well, being Jewish, I'll have to opt-out of this thread as I was, as a kid, forbidden to eat pork products, at least when my grandmother was watching. At school and away from the watchful parental eyes, I did acquire a taste for BLT sandwiches and pork chops, both specialties and actually somewhat edible at the school cafeteria as opposed to the SOS, that is chipped beef on toast!
During my tour in Vietnam, however, I was introduced to the black pot-belly pigs and admired their cuteness and intelligence and I again refrained from eating animals of the sus genus- especially potential house-pets! Since then, I always wanted to keep one as a pet except for the prohibition by my landlord and the reluctance of my lovely wife who is a bit of a clean-freak so yet another "pig*" in the house was out of the question. (*a reference to my table manners and the condition of my desk)
The only thing I "hog" nowadays in the bandwidth on this forum- my posts are too long!
Y'all are gonna have to mud-fight on this one without me- this time!
OINK!
Linda From Maine wrote:
The road to the cool mud wallow is long, with many a winding turn through irrational pork bellies, edited chops and the rules of baby back ribs. Take my cloven hooves, Phil; together we shall ford the curly-tailed rivers of faux art, climb every obtuse angle of center-cut bacon and mountain of verbosity, until - at last - we find hog heaven.
There we shall grow fat and complacent. Until we are slaughtered.
Now I can't get thoughts of George Orwell's "Animal Farm" out of my head, specifically Napoleon.
Uh, that work of yours is not "faux art." It would be called "Popular Art" or "Decorative Art" or just "Art by many. It is not Fine Art as generally considered, and that's a smart move on your part, that kind of art having a small audience.
Why the snark about the thousands I've had in critiques? I only mentioned it in one of two instances. First and primarily, when a newbie wasn't sure about their work and had received some critiques that were way too narrow a point of view, me hoping my words and bona fides would help. Secondly when narrow or prejudiced critiques were presented as better than mine, which were honed, imperfectly of course, to be receptive to all aspects and especially to identify the intent of the creator before critiquing. You have a problem with that, please let me know.
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