The History of Farting

Yesterday was a long day. Not in a bad way mind you. But, here's what we did.

Instead of attending our weekly injection of opiate for the masses, I was able to talk my wife into going to the Dallas Museum of Art. We had originally planned to do this, but couldn't get moving fast enough on Saturday morning.

Well, the reason we had planned on going to the Museum, was that the major exhibit showing was "Tutankhamun - and the Golden Age of the Pharaohs".

It's a good thing I was able to talk her out of our weekly injection, cause once we got to the museum, it was PACKED.

I got our tickets (which weren't cheap) and we proceeded to go through the exhibit. What sucked, was we weren't allowed to take any photos (which I understand, but....), I snuck a few with my phone anyways.

After we were forced to exit through the over-priced gift shop from which we plunked down another $50, we started checking out the rest of the Museum... except, it was almost closing time, so we only got to view just a few paintings and such. Needless to say, we shall return for the rest.

So, here are some photos of our visit (I'll get to the title of the blog in a minute! Patience!)

Pissed Off Drost?

Jackson Pollack

Picasso

Monet / Manet?

Manet / Monet?

Van Gogh

Also at the Museum was the Eliasson Exhibit, which, again, we weren't allowed to take photos (yet I snuck a few anyways... some people weren't even trying to sneak!) This artist does amazing things with light:

Google Image

Google Image

Cam Phone

Cam Phone

Oh, and for those of you who are Art Majors or lovers... Don't get your panty's in a bunch if I mis-labeled Monet, Manet, and or Van Gogh...

Anyways, we'll return for more of that museum and also for the one across the street that is an outdoor museum, The Nasher Sculpture Center:

Oh, and I almost forgot... the Blog title.

Well, on the way home we stopped at Half-Priced Books. I really didn't find any of my usual authors that I was looking for, until we were going through the checkout to buy the little one some cheap children's books.

There at the check out was a small book called: The History of Farting

How could I not pass on that? The wife and I were joking about it while the sales clerk was ringing it up, and she filled us in on some tidbits about the book:

It's been Half Priced Book's #1 seller for SEVEN straight years. And because of that, they own complete rights to the book.

Just a quick ditty from the book: