Norton Simon Museum Pt. 2

Ahh, Sticky Monkey. The depths of your art appreciation never cease to amaze and impress me. I don't think people give you the proper credit you clearly deserve for being such a connoisseur of the finer things this world has to offer. Go get yourself a nice bowl of chili, no onions, with provolone and fries. You earned it today, buddy!

True, no poker playing mutts at the museum. It was a terrible disappointment. Sad as that may seem, on the flip side of that coin, I did get yelled at by the suits with ear pieces. Apparently a piece of sculpture outside on the lawn can be touched by rain and smog and blaring heat from the sun and frost and falling tree branches and monkey poo and bird crap and squirrel nuts and hobo blankets and raccoon scratches and mad cow disease and such, but if you brush off some spider webs to get a better photo you become "public enemy number one" and "taken down" by "the man."

I begged them to shoot me because I didn't want to continue life with this dark cloud over my head. When they ignored my request, I then asked to be led to the velvet Elvis paintings as punishment. Instead, they left me with Rodin's lawn ornaments and filed their reports whilst keeping a stink eye on me. Of course I played the game, "How Close Can You Get Without Touching?", and enjoyed the sweet victory of spreading a little more of my love throughout the land.

Here are a couple of shots of the stuff from Rodin.