Pollock Strikes Again!

So Shewara took this rather ironic photo of me standing in front of a very famous Jackson Pollock painting (cleverly titled "#31" to differentiate it from the others). I tried to look all art historian-esque and contempliative while having a staring contest with the scourge of my academic existence. If you can't tell from the photo, the painting (if you can call it that) is pretty big - twelve feet wide and six feet tall I'd say - and I am standing about a foot from it. At the same time, there were a bunch of people (five or six maybe) standing further away. Shewara took about three variations of this exact photo of me, so it took a minute or two of interrupting these partons' enlightened contemplation of this (cough) masterwork.

Finally, when we were done photo-ing it up, I walked away from the front of the painting and back into the room. As I was leaving, this incredibly pretentious fossil of a British man who was clearly beaten by his undergraduate advisor turns to me and says, in the most pretentious and British and fossilly voice you can imagine, "Could the Orange please move away from the Pol-loch?" I felt like going on a rant about how I had been waiting my entire life to see this work of greatness, or some such bullshit, but it then dawned on me: why the hell was he saying this to me as I was LEAVING? Of course I'm moving - I'm walking away! I should have high-fived him right there and gone back and stood even closer to the Pol-loch, just to suck in some more of its essence. I think my orangeness was freaking him out, since it contrasted so sharply with the colors Pollock used - mainly different shades of drab mixed with crap. So I hope this dude fulfilled his dreams by getting a look at his Pol-loch. Ass!