Everything Comes Down To Poo

Honestly, my intention was to sit down today and blog about what we've been up to this past week, but some stories are too good to pass up. You'll probably find this a lot more interesting than my planned ramblings about last weekend's camping trip to Ellensburg/Cle Elum/Roslyn/Ronald. As always, you can check out our slew of pictures on our picasa site (type in the address or JUST CLICK HERE). If you are needing a good laugh, read the following article. I copied this one from the www.nationalpost.com website, but I found the exact wording on multiple sites. Enjoy!

U.S. artist Paul McCarthy's inflatable poop may not be recovered, museum says

Agence France-Presse Published: Wednesday, August 13, 2008

A giant inflatable dog turd by contemporary U. S. artist Paul McCarthy blew away from an exhibition in the garden of a Swiss museum, bringing down a power line and breaking a greenhouse window before it landed again, the museum said Monday. The artwork, titled Complex S---, is the size of a house. The wind carried it 200 metres from the Paul Klee Centre in Berne before it fell back to Earth in the grounds of a children's home, said museum director Juri Steiner. The inflatable turd broke the window at the children's home when it blew away on the night of July 31, Steiner said. The artwork has a safety system that normally makes it deflate when there is a storm, but this did not work when it blew away. Steiner said McCarthy had not yet been contacted and the museum was not sure if the piece would be put back on display. The Los Angeles-born McCarthy is infamous for his graphic, provocative sculptures and installations, many of which feature allusions to bodily fluids.

And, while we're on the topic . . . This article reminds me of a catchy tune I once heard on a sitcom. Thanks to the Internet, it can now be stuck in your head, too. All you have to do is click here, turn up the volume, wait patiently through the commercial, and let your brain absorb the lyrics.