art shmart

There were five art school kids waiting for the train with me, then were crammed on it with me until Monroe stop this morning. Listening to their irritating-as-hell talk of "I want to use your camera to make work" and talk of their sketch pads made me want to stick bamboo shoots up my finger nails. I won't get into their wardrobe, but I couldn't stop thinking of this cartoon:



(Thanks Alycia for the link to hours of countless hilarity in cartoon form!)