Australian Kitsch
I am continually stunned by how much Australian culture is so much like our own and less like European culture. Sure the accents are funny and they drive on the wrong side of the road, but I am beginning to think that is where the differences end.
I was in a shopping mall killing time this afternoon and was stunned by a big shop that sold home goods and decorations. They sold velvet Elvis Presley paintings. Not even kidding. They also sold black and white portraits of Marilyn Monroe. They had fairy artwork and some stuff that was a bit more regional than our own, as this picture illustrates- a See No Evil, Speak No Evil and Hear No Evil mutant headed buddha bitches, sitting in a lotus position.
I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but when I see big headed bald people, I get creeped out. Maybe its because they remind me of the beings from Talos IV:
Did the Talosians see no evil, hear no evil or just torture the fuck out of Captain Pike? I think it was the latter, thank you very much.
