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People Who Should Never Have Been Born

A Farewell to the Painter Of Light

It has taken a worldwide tragedy to bring me back to the blog. Earlier this week we lost the artistic cottage-painting equivalent of Nicholas Sparks.

At 54 years of age, ‘painter’, Thomas Kinkade has passed away. And the art community will forever be changed.

Thomas Kinkade dedicated his life to bringing to life glossy cottages with mossy sidewalks and thatched roofs. He spent years crafting works of art of glossy cottages and mossy sidewalks sometimes covered in snow, sometimes adorned with fall leaves. He blazed the trail in the medium of sparkly cottages with mossy sidewalks in various states of being. His art was always on the tip of tongues at suburban housewarming parties or your grandmother’s wake.

He also gave us the masterpiece entitled “NASCAR Thunder”.

You may have noticed in recent years the Thomas Kinkade stores in your local mall shuttering their doors in shame as the market for prints of sparkly cottages with mossy sidewalks and thatched roofs has dropped due to the economy and also idiocy, but Thomas Kinkade did not let that get him down.

He continued to bring us Frida Kahloesque works like:

“Christmas Lodge”

“Friendship Cottage”

“Weathervane Hutch”

And literally hundreds of others. But Kinkade was not only a master of one visual form of media. His foray into cinema proved incredibly fruitful.
The aptly titled “The Christmas Cottage” was a motion picture vaguely based on his life and rise as a painter. He produced the film and was instrumental in hiring Supernatural Actor Jared Padalecki to play himself.

This is Thomas Kinkade:

And this is Jared Padalecki:

Your move, reality.

Thomas Kinkade you will be missed. The mantles of our Elderly Aunts will forever be left empty in your honor. But we can it least take solace is “The Christmas Cottage”, a truly Christian family tale about your meteoric rise to art superstardom.

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People Who Should Have Never Been Born: Katy Perry Edition

She’s bubble gum.
She spells Katy like she couldn’t afford to buy any vowels.
She sings about kissing girls, being hot and cold and waking up in vegas.
She’s undeniably stupid.

Starting out as a gospel singer under the name Katy Hudson, Perry quickly realized where her bread and butter was: faux lesbianism. Sorry Jesus, she’s got records to sell. Making a career out of slot-machine sound-laden pop hits and odd outfits ranging from hookers from the 1920s to hookers from the 1940s, Perry ruled the charts. Until she came along. Her name was Gaga and she blew poor Katy Hudson right out of the water. Unable to cope with the crushing force of Lady Gaga’s oddness, Perry has gone the way of Jessica Simpson, Vanessa Williams and Avril Lavigne:

Things Katy Perry (Hudson) is confused by in this commercial:

— Where all those bubbles are coming from and why, when she slaps at them, they disappear.

— Being a “free spirit”

— Where her chin is located.

— Pointing.

— The Call Waiting feature on her shoe phone

— Who and Where exactly these “people” she is yelling at are about her Acne.


People Who Should Never Have Been Born: Nicholas Sparks Edition

There is no greater literary fluff trash than the work of Nicholas Sparks. Novels with ideas so trite and overused that we as emotional humans find ourselves helpless and weak when faced with his heart-wrenching stories of love and war and jesus and cancer and letters. Say what you will for trash fiction authors like James Patterson, but at least the man is peddling his stories honestly. James Patterson writes four books a month with the same themes, same characters, same twists, but he knows it. He’s not peddling it as high art. Nicholas Sparks on the other hand, uses his books as some sort of lofty platform in which to express these truly deep ideals of love and loss and tragedy and jesus.


Now I am all for “the Notebook”, actually. It was his first book, it has solid themes and an expansive story. And the movie will most definitely make you sob. Old People? Forgetting things? War? But everything that follows is nothing but drool. The Nicholas Sparks formula reads as follows:

Christian/Wholesome Girl + Bad Boy/Guy From the Wrong Side of the tracks +war -family support x Cancer (Or other debilitating disease) + letters +a diary -town support + a locket = Hollywood Gold.

It seems like there’s a new Nicholas Sparks Film every month, and for Feb and March, this is actually true. This month’s behemoth of literature is Dear John. Let’s go to the board:

Christian Girl + Boy From the Wrong Side of the Tracks + 9/11 + Letters = #1 movie in America.

I was fine with “Dear John” just fading into the ridiculous stack of movies for me to get drunk and watch, but then I found out about 9/11. The fact that this movie is a ‘period piece’, taking place on September 11th, 2001 is one of the most ludicrous things that I’ve heard. So not only is Nicholas Sparks using letters, war, torn lovers and I’m assuming some disease tug at our heart strings, but he’s gonna draw from the raw pit of emotion that is feelings about 9/11. Using Channing Tatum. Really?

Now I’ve always said that I would sell out before you even asked me to. I understand that Nicky knows he has a cash cow on his hand and is taking advantage of it. But he lost all respect for me as an author when I heard about the film “The Last Song” starring Miley Cyrus. Is this an adaptation of his book you ask? What was his inspiration? Well, no, he’s writing the book at the same time as the movie (skipping steps / time saver). But what could inspire a story about a girl who is forced to live with her dying Juilliard pianist father only to discover her love for music? Well….the answer kiddies is that Miley Cyrus wanted to be in a Nicholas Sparks movie. 15-year-old Miley saw, “A Walk to Remember (Christian Girl + Bad Boy + Cancer), and had her agent call Nicholas Sparks and ask him to write a movie for her. So he did. He really did. And thus brings us to “The Last Song”.


So if we recap, “Dear John” came out last week and in just one short month we shall be blessed with another big budget lifetime movie shoved down our throats by a 17-year-old girl with a Wal-Mart clothing line and a 21-year-old boyfriend. I just wonder when my William Faulkner movie is coming out? Why doesn’t Miley Cyrus want Proust to write her a screenplay. Or Thomas Kinkade to paint her one. Because I guess we’re living in a world where dime-quality novels and tween sensations get to dictate what stands in this country as literature, film and art.

I dare you to watch this without laughing: