Yes, I can joke about my own department. Art at tech school gets to be weird and edgy and weird and new and weird and creepy, and did I mention weird?
Weird can bring really, really cool stuff. Weird can also bring… ::shudders::
Anyway, have you pre-registered for Genericon yet? I totally have a panel, and it’s gonna be awesome, and I have a surprise for you guys, and I’m totally writing a run-on sentence, and I only kinda care.
You should go pre-register.
I have three problems with Penny’s idea: stripping naked would probably not be allowed, rolling on sidewalks naked sounds disgusting (especially if dirty snow recently melted there), and I doubt anyone would buy “capitalism and consumer culture.”
The run-on sentence wasn’t that bad until you started complaining about it…
Also, I created an account for Genericon and checked the pre-register check box. Am I missing something, or is that all there is to it?
If that were really an RPI guy, he’d be all “Naked? Soy sauce? HOTTTTTT!!!!”
Teriyaki sauce would be better for a political statement.
Has anyone noticed the url for this page of the comic yet? enjuhneer.com/?p=666. 666, people.
@ThreeHeads yeah and your name is a potential reference too Cerberus, the three headed dog who guards hell. ARE YOU SATAN?! lol, just kidding.
@Comic Since he’s not bold enough to say it i will…. “Can i video tape this art project?”
@Joseph
Clearly, you have never been to an EMPAC event. I’ve seen a fifteen-year-old girl wearing a transparent shirt with no bra slash her own lip open with a razor blade while humping a filing cabinet, in a statement regarding the role of the machine in modern life. I’ve seen naked people rolling around on the floor playing with toy cars. I’ve seen a guy wearing a silver “space suit” singing about conceptual art while his giant partner screeched on a cello, with white noise blasting in the background.
This is the stuff EMPAC shows. Seriously.
I took one art class at my tech school. Our professor assured us that she wouldn’t be remembering our names since when she was young she did ‘bad things.’ She also graded our projects based on the smell.
Seriously. I got a B on a group project where we set up a little girl’s bedroom in the ‘Rape as Topic’ room of the Women’s Studies library b/c someone brought fried chicken take-out to class that night. You know how much of a pain in ass it was to get them to let us play with the lighting in one part of the library? To get them to let us bring in a day bed complete with white lace bedding? To get permission to have the library open after hours so we could make our presentation to our class and our crack-head professor?
The room smelled like chicken. We got a B. Apparently that’s the only thing that saved the piece from a C.
Thank you! I’ve been trying to figure out what that awful stuff on the sidewalks was. My friend susgested it was some sort of waste that left a residue behind. I thought it was some strange slimy creture that came out at night and crawled all over the sidewalks, leaving a trail of slime before it disappeared back to its underground lair.
But the explanation in this comic makes me feel much better.
@EMPAC-geek
Really? I might have to start going…