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So I finished reading Girl in Hyacinth Blue today and went to the page by the artist who painted the titular Vermeer for the terrible Hallmark Hall of Fame movie with Glenn Close pretending to be an eccentric German woman and failing, which is even weirder considering that her character was male in the book.

Wherein I found this.

The idea of a mulletized emo doofus in a gimme cap done in the style of Vermeer cracks me up.

Also, I like Vermeer, but he makes my eyes water. I couldn't have a print of Girl with a Pearl Earring in the house because I'd bump into things. Besides, when they speak of Dutch Masters I think of three things, in this order:

--blunts
--Piet Mondrian
--Jan van Eyck (I always dug this one, ever since David Spofford in 10th grade said "hey, it's Tom Petty!" and I almost wet my pants laughing. Besides, look at those folds! That mirror! That chandelier!)

Then again, I never understood the big deal about Velasquez, either. *cue puckgoodfellow to comment about The Prado* "Yo, Cuz! Don't be dissin' the PRADO!"

Boredom

babelfish is your friend.

From English to German to French to Greek to English again:

-I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny.
--Ich mag grosse Kolben und ich kann nicht liegen, Sie, die andere Brüder nicht verweigern können.
---Je moi-même veux les grands pistons et ne peux pas me trouver, vous que d'autres frères ne peuvent pas refuser.
----Ο ίδιος θέλω τα μεγάλα έμβολα και δεν μπορώ να βρεθώ, εσείς ότι άλλοι αδελφοί δεν μπορούν να αρνηθούν.

-----The himself I want the big pistons and I cannot find itself, you that other brothers cannot deny.