A day which involves one to be crammed into a crowded three-to-a-seat bus, sitting half-off the seat with two people who were either sullenly silent or hysterical over some lame joke. Or a day which involves one to be crammed into a crowded classroom sitting with two people who were either sullenly silent or hysterical over some lame joke?
Am I sensing a pattern here?
Anyway, it wasn't all bad. I have several revelations:
Feminism - a good thing in small amounts. An exhibit where eccentric psycho-feminists gather to profess death, ruin and complete and utter failure on all males of the world is over the top.
Polar Bears - are not to be used as sex toys. Neither are beavers. Or foxes. Or horses. Or snakes for that matter.
Big Made-up words (i.e. vismosity) - are amusing to use, and amusing to see others use. Also makes other artists and art critics scouring the gallery stare at you funny.
Art in Art Galleries - majority of which can be swapped by a piece done by a child and no one will know the differents.
Beat-Up Green Baseball Caps - are now officially works of art.