tjl: Thanks! Yeah, that was exactly the thing I was responding to when I said I was going to post it. The test today is to see if anyone responds to it.
[Admiring a painting] Harris: I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he's *holding* her... it's almost... filthy. I mean, he's about to kiss her and she's pulling away. The way the leg's sort of smashed up against her... Phew... Look how he's painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it's sort of touching him about here. It's really... pretty torrid, don't you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they're all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally... erect. [the painting is revealed to be of a red rectangle]
I see three small faces in the upper right corner and one larger face. The dark spot above the cave is the eye of a larger face, which is in profile, facing left.
Looks like drag-folded limestones from a shallow, warm-water offshore depositional environment with some stream-deposition incursions. But don't quote me; "You cain't know rock till you piss on it." And if it's limestone, you need to piss acid.
Interesting that you chose that particular link to "demystify" the "actual, official" Rorschach test, when the site is chock-full of inaccuracies regarding the test's administration and interpretation. "Demystify," indeed.
Ahhh, I'll bite. (But props to Catherine, pretty witty, those!)
It's a passage to an alternate universe, beyond the SciFi Channel and The Cartoon Network, where a young boy and his sister find a new world full of trees, and books.
Nah...that's not it.
It's a fast-food joint for Trolls.
Hhhm, nope, I think I've got it now.
It's where all those socks have gone...the ones that leave a singleton when you're done folding the laundry.
after reading a later post it was helplessly "The Vagina Monologues" (by now petrified and wrinkled but still going), but I see AllenSS beat me to it, sort of.
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Mountain lions.
I see the profile of a lioness. Whatever does it all mean?
It's an empty tomb.
There's a great Sunday Peanuts strip from the 1960s in which the kids are lying on their backs on the pitchers mound.
Lucy asks, "Linus, what do you see in the clouds."
Linus says something like, "I see the profile of the great painter Thomas Eakins, Michaelangelo's Pieta, and the elusive Madagascar whipporwill."
Then Lucy says, "Charlie Brown, what do you see?"
Charlie Brown says, "I was going to say a duckie and a horsie, but I changed my mind."
A beautiful woman's naked body.
Next.
The painful slippery slope to unrestrained hedonism.
The beauty of that picture is that there is no clue to scale. Is that obvious hole at the bottom large enough for a man, or just for a snake?
Madison Man: It's large. Larger than a man. I was here.
A navel (that could use a Q-tip).
Uh, it's wear Osama hangs out.
Duh.
A beautiful woman's naked body.
With a silver Audi TT parked below.
It reminds me of Palladian's take on the arguments against gay marriage -- "next it will be siblings, then goats, then rocky outcroppings!"
tjl: Thanks! Yeah, that was exactly the thing I was responding to when I said I was going to post it. The test today is to see if anyone responds to it.
Reminds me of a cheap firewall on the computer of life!
A hole is a hole is a hole..
The Vagina Rockologues.
The Vagina Rockologues.
Wow, I got that wrong. I thought it was the inside surface of a piece of split wood.
What does that say about my feelings towards my mother?
Hollows, crooks and caves invariably make me imagine gateways to other dimensions.
It's the Hard Rock Cafe, Afghanistan.
Jawas!
-where bin laden sought to find 72 virginS???
1. My career.
2. My thoughts before the very first cup of coffee.
3. Rorschach's rectal exam.
........sorry.
[Admiring a painting]
Harris: I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he's *holding* her... it's almost... filthy. I mean, he's about to kiss her and she's pulling away. The way the leg's sort of smashed up against her... Phew... Look how he's painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it's sort of touching him about here. It's really... pretty torrid, don't you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they're all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally... erect.
[the painting is revealed to be of a red rectangle]
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How am I the only one to have thought of that?
Blasted rock at the side of a road between Madison and Mineral Point. Or somewhere in Utah.
I was wondering about the scale of this, too.
I see three small faces in the upper right corner and one larger face. The dark spot above the cave is the eye of a larger face, which is in profile, facing left.
I see Despair.
The long sleep- a kind of death mask. You know what we look like after a long life has ended but before the undertaker adds his makeup.
Looks like drag-folded limestones from a shallow, warm-water offshore depositional environment with some stream-deposition incursions. But don't quote me; "You cain't know rock till you piss on it." And if it's limestone, you need to piss acid.
Oh yeahh.
You didn't disappoint, Ann.
A UW student just before the police arrive to break up the party.
Please no more 'empathize with Foley's view of the world' posts!
Sedimentary, my dear Watson
(w/ apologies to Simon K.)
Gaia agape
(in both senses, and one corrupted)
A set from the original Star Trek just before Kirk/Spock have to fight some scaly beast for the soul of the universe.
Ham and cheese sandwich. Grilled. With cheese running down and forming those nummy queso stalactites.
Simon Kenton, I see it the same way although we used to call them "Loving Stones" you know a F***ing rock.
Dog. Dog with head split in half.
response?
I hate it.
wv-kboif
It's Brokeback Cliff (in Urdu).
It's The Rocky Horror picture .
Planet of the Gapes?
Interesting that you chose that particular link to "demystify" the "actual, official" Rorschach test, when the site is chock-full of inaccuracies regarding the test's administration and interpretation. "Demystify," indeed.
Ahhh, I'll bite. (But props to Catherine, pretty witty, those!)
It's a passage to an alternate universe, beyond the SciFi Channel and The Cartoon Network, where a young boy and his sister find a new world full of trees, and books.
Nah...that's not it.
It's a fast-food joint for Trolls.
Hhhm, nope, I think I've got it now.
It's where all those socks have gone...the ones that leave a singleton when you're done folding the laundry.
Thanks for asking, I feel better now...
:-)
I'm not sure, but I think I once got drunk and had sex with that exact same rocky outcropping, though it may have been a different rocky outcropping.
Whenever I see something like this, I think "I could make a really cool house out of that."
We need more cave houses. How else can we compete with Afghanistan in the global housing marketplace?
Oh, and also, it's a beatiful naked woman.
In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering, as you are slowly digested over a thousand years.
after reading a later post it was helplessly "The Vagina Monologues" (by now petrified and wrinkled but still going), but I see AllenSS beat me to it, sort of.
Am I the only one who saw a crowd of priests in robes, seen from below, gaping and looking in the same direction?
a runny nose
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