The Odd Seafood Art of the Schnucks on Arsenal

You are walking around the Schnucks, you know the one…its not like super nice, but its not too ghetto.  There are lots of nicer ones, but this one is the closest non-ghetto one so you go there, but if you really want good quality food, or you need someone to take your order at the lunch meat counter without wasting 20 minutes of your time talking to her friend at the seafood counter then you go to a nicer one, but for milk and bread this one works.

Well, have you see this weird seafood art-vertisement their sporting?

This make you want to get some seafood does it? Weird sea-people doing land-people things?!  I don’t know, something about this is very off-putting…especially when I think about when they need a new sign and someone actually thinks “Hey go get whoever…I just love her darling little drawings!  She could totally sell these you know!”

Looking at them again, I think its the lips that creep me out the most. No fish-thingies should ever have DSL like that.

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Exploring the Urinal Art at Blueberry Hill

We can’t speak on the details of the little girl’s room at St. Louis favorite Blueberry Hill, but in the Dude’s Room, they have these awesome pieces of wood where you are free to draw anything you want, or if you prefer, just try to inspect while you are giving back that beer you just bought.

I thought it would be fun to snap a photo [Editor's Note: This is the first time I've taken photos in the boy's room, I swear!] and take a closer look.  Get a real feel for the art work of St. Louis’ one handed artists.

Here is what you see if you are rocking one of the urinals at Blueberry Hill, see if you can find anything interesting in there…

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If you take a closer look, like we did with some of the amazing, Bat Cave-level image analyzing tools we have here at Punching Kitty HQ, here’s what we found:

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Pretty damn amazing huh?!  I know we were shocked by that Mona Lisa.  Really nice work being has he had to keep the aim going the whole time.

Such amazing work hanging mere feet from a constant stream of piss!  I wonder what they do with these things with they are “full”?

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Post Dispatch Sends Bonetti Packing, and He Goes Out Like A Bitch

David bonetti at the BreederThis week in our apparently on-going feature of long time (and well-paid) Post Dispatch employees getting swept out the door and sending out “They tell me I have to say I’m leaving on my own or they won’t give me that extra money they promised” emails, we feature art critic David Bonetti.

He left the post “Farewell to the Lou” on his “Culture Club” blog Friday.

As some of you might have heard, I am leaving the Post-Dispatch. Today is my last day and this will be my last Culture Club post. Although some of the Cherokee Street clique would like to think that I was fired by an enlightened management that wants reviews of inept artists showing their woeful attempts at self-expression in vanity galleries, that is not the case. I took advantage of advanced age and a benefits package and decided to retire. I will move to Boston at some point.

As you can see, he’s planning on returning to the east coast, where he’s from, and because he’s from there he is bound by law apparently to go out like a dick.

I was born in New England and I miss the salt air, the good sea food and people who care more about where you got your Ph.d than where you went to high school. Call it snobism all you want, but the conversation is a lot better.

I do hate things about St. Louis: the willed ignorance, the racism, the smugness of the self-appointed social and cultural elite, the stupidity of the political class, etc. But it is hard to hate a city where you’ve lived for more than six years. Affection grows in spite of yourself.

We aren’t saying you are supposed to blindly love St. Louis.  In fact, no one takes more shots at our fair town than us, but this didn’t come off as humorous or as helpful, just as a dick move.  So for the first time, we are siding with Post Dispatch ownership on this salary dump.  Not to be left out, the Post Dispatch commenters that took the time to drop in a few goodbye love notes at the foot of his last post.

Here are the best of the bunch:

I’ve never read your stuff before. I surfed in from GO St. Louis post on Facebook. And I’d just like to say…WOW…this was quite possibly the douchiest thing I’ve ever read by a professional journalist. Congrats!

— Tom

Let’s see. You want to escape racism and the smugness of the self-appointed social and cultural elite, so you’re moving to … Boston. Good luck with that.

— solong

Even those who know you have to agree: This is douchey.

Since your fake compliments highlight your negativity, so will mine: Glad you found some things to not completely condescend about. Hope you get over your failure-to-accept-difference issues. Perhaps crawling back into Mom’s — I mean Massachusetts! — womb is the easiest answer. Happy trails.

— um

Sorry to break the news to you, but the art community doesn’t dislike you because you’re some sort of “radical” voice who plays by his own tune. You’re simply a whiny, pretentious, stereotypical art snob who feels the need to talk down to anyone and everyone they meet. You’ll fit in better on the east coast, where people put on airs and circle-jerk themselves into a frenzy. No one owes you anything because you’re an art critic. In fact, the very idea of an art critic has routinely been proven useless throughout history, and you are no different. Have fun in retirement, knowing that your reviews influenced absolutely no one, being paid to schmooze with morons with more money than sense.

— supersleuth

And lastly, from a guy that has clearly worked with him at the PD…

“…decided to retire”, eh? Good one. The (hacky) writing’s been on the wall for you for a while now.

— oh, please

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