That's all I'm going to say.
Play ball!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I've said it before...
I'll say it again.
No amount of PR in the world is going to make this monstrosity appealing.
For those of you fortunate enough not to know, the above is the 32 ft tall fiberglass statue just outside of Denver International Airport. This is people's first glimpse of our town. Of all the first impressions we could make, we went with this. In the year when the entire world will be focused on Denver come August.
I am so anything but proud.
And no, being able to walk up to it and touch it would not help. I don't know anyone who'd want to stand under a 32 ft sculpture that killed the artist who made it. Knowing more about it doesn't help. It just makes the thing more sinister. And those bright red eyes that glow at night so they can be seen for miles around? Noooo. Not helping.
Face it, you guys went through a 10 year ordeal for a dud. Not all art is great, or even good. Just do us a favor and stop pretending it's not hideous. It is. Deal with it.
Ms. Betty
No amount of PR in the world is going to make this monstrosity appealing.
For those of you fortunate enough not to know, the above is the 32 ft tall fiberglass statue just outside of Denver International Airport. This is people's first glimpse of our town. Of all the first impressions we could make, we went with this. In the year when the entire world will be focused on Denver come August.
I am so anything but proud.
And no, being able to walk up to it and touch it would not help. I don't know anyone who'd want to stand under a 32 ft sculpture that killed the artist who made it. Knowing more about it doesn't help. It just makes the thing more sinister. And those bright red eyes that glow at night so they can be seen for miles around? Noooo. Not helping.
Face it, you guys went through a 10 year ordeal for a dud. Not all art is great, or even good. Just do us a favor and stop pretending it's not hideous. It is. Deal with it.
Ms. Betty
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Happy Birthday!
Yep, folks, Ms. Betty finally made it. Today is my 30th birthday. And yes, I'm happy about it. I understand that this is wrong, very wrong. Turning 30 is supposed to be the end of the world. I am supposed to get depressed, go on a crying jag, start frantically looking for grey hair and wrinkles and panic about all the things I haven't done with my life, but I've decided to skip all that.
The way I see it, every year is gained experience, new relationships, and new memories. Those are things I wouldn't trade for anything. If all it costs is a few lines on my face and a year of my life, so be it. After all, aren't those things what living is for?
The next time you hear someone lamenting getting older ask them if they'd really want to not have all the things that have made up that age. Hopefully they'll see. We aren't losing...we're gaining.
Ms. Betty
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Tell me again why we're not supposed to be worried...
There are helicopters performing tactical exercises over downtown. The police are stocking up on crowd control weapons, and we have a group called Recreate 68 who has been nothing but combative from day one, implied that riots are possibility and threatened to take over the park, but can't understand why anyone thinks they might cause trouble. Oh, and apparently there may be a huge surge in child prostitution in the area.
Streets will/may be closed. They still don't know if they will have to interupt or re-route public transportation, and the mayor tried to get himself hit by a train the other day.
It's going to be a looonnngggg summer.
Ms. Betty
Streets will/may be closed. They still don't know if they will have to interupt or re-route public transportation, and the mayor tried to get himself hit by a train the other day.
It's going to be a looonnngggg summer.
Ms. Betty
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