Influx of Drug-Laced Jell-O into Toronto: Bill Cosby and Feminism

Imagine for a moment you were a ten year old little girl.  Your mind is full of silly things from television and somehow you bump into an old episode of The Bill Cosby show and you laugh and have a fun time and you sing along and dance and it’s a great fun adventure.  Along comes your big sister, and she’s hot as hell, guys love her, they’re always hanging around your porch with their sleek cars, some of them quite fancy, some are even called odd names like Lambo, though unrelated to lamb chops.  So your big sis sees you watching The Bill Cosby show and makes a comment that never leaves your mind.  She says “Don’t watch that rapist!  Turn it off or I will kill you!”.  Like a good little girl, you turn it off, apologize and wonder why she is so angry.  Your big sis likes to toss the word “rapist” around like it is salt’n’ pepper at the dinner table.  So you do not think too much of it.

How The Grinch Stole Christmas

When I was a teenager in North York (Toronto, Ontario) I lay down on my bed happy one particularly warm night with a smile the size of the sun.  I just looked at my ceiling in the physical sense, but I was floating in another magical realm.  I was not on drugs as many of Canada's youth and adults might have thought because unlike you my family values are a bit different.  Now that Canadians are legalizing marijuana, people like me have more to complain about than lack of fresh air when passing by smokers.  Clearly I am cut from a different cloth, in fact I am that teenager who moved out of his mama's house because she was smoking.  So all that aside, I was dreaming of myself at the age of forty, celebrating Christmas just the way I recall my family did, except in my fantasy, I was the head of the family, my children were opening their presents, and my wife, well, she was nowhere to be found, because as is the case with much of my thinking, she was preparing warm eggnog.  To her a smell and a memory was just as important as the faces and sounds were to me.

Landlords, Police, and Toronto's Haters Culture

For a while now I was blessed by the city of Toronto with an apartment.  It is cheap, clean, and comfortable, with A/C and heating, and a perfect location right in the middle of the downtown core, next to the St. Lawrence market.  The kind people of Canada always know how to make things great and peaceful, except when it comes to my little life and my little happiness.  Except in the cases of us disabled men, and as I was born kinda sorta blind I seem to fit this criteria, except in our cases, the wonderfully hospitable people of Canada, especially Toronto, certainly know how to make all from the world feel right at home.  And when it comes to my complaints and those like me who were disabled since birth or after some unfortunate incident, we are simply never happy and never satisfied as we are less than your equals.  This is at least the bully-like attitude of this nation's citizenry.  But this blog post is not about that but about refrigerators, or is it?

Government Supression, Tiananmen and Canada's Equivalent

Here in the good ol' city of Toronto we have freedoms that most of you folks out there can only ever dream of once in your life times as far as the O3B nations are concerned.  We even mock you all for fun with posters on our city corners whereby a weirded out little child with dark pigment of skin is holding his arm in a question-like pose as if someone told him there is no Santa Clause and the title reads "CLEAN WATER?  WE POOP INTO IT!"  Are we laughing at Africans whom can not put two and two together to make water channels for their cities, farms?  Or are we advertising our services as peacekeepers whom can provide water services for next to nothing?  What exactly are we stating with this poster?  We know how it's done, boss?  Or we don't give a ….. about y'alls?  Are we laughing at your nation or are we offering such tremendous expertise that even clean purified sanitary water looks like a joke to us that anyone is doing without it?  Because to me, as I train in soccer daily at the magically inspiring U of T campus, I frequently dump even Gatorade in a fun pattern around me just for amusement.  It's only two dollars and fifty cents, and for even a poor disabled man like me that is nothing, right?  So why do you all have trouble with water, warfare, mistreatment of women, children, and even homosexual rights or their lack of?/  If we can poop into clean water and even drink from our toilets (I've done far worse, believe me) then why do Children's Christian Funds beg us in Toronto to help your children over there across the deep blue divide called the ocean?  Then again why do we in Canada believe government suppression of information, events, and even people and their families exists only in terrible, terrible, oh-so-terrible places like China?  Every man, woman, and child that I ever had the pleasure to meet from any Asian nation was always super friendly and courteous, although some were curt and short but never small.  In fact, one of my first friends ever was Korean, and I know this for a fact that as an immigrant in the '90s I never even knew Korea existed, let alone where on the map China was.  Who knew it was near Russia, another red giant, eh?  And now I learned that Canada's flag was all red, too?  As a child I didn't even know what our flag looked like.  Our national broadcaster is called CBC and it's colours are also exclusively red, too.  And some say Canada's maple leaf is red on the flag because the native's blood that the white settlers spilled soiled it.  And yet this I learned only a decade after immigrating as if it was some terrible secret - just like in China the incidents at Tiananmen square never happened, and the great firewall along with fake Facebook and fake Google and fake Twitter in China also keep people from speaking to whom they wish to.  In fact, I'm told China is so oppressive, that in certain online forums the word democracy is not even allowed or is it the word freedom?  And yet here in Toronto, Freedom is a cell company.  Are we again laughing at the suffering in China?  Or are we saying look we can help you people so much?  Duality is a sign of a complex world, or of an abusive government bending over backwards to hide its own even worse crimes.  What of those two it is in Canada, is not clear to me precisely because I am now a victim of the abusive acts of the Canadian government.

Why Leonidas Killed The Messenger

Disrespect.  This is why Leonidas of Sparta's 300 killed the messenger of Xerxes in the film adaptation of the comic book, 300.  No other reason.  The messenger spoke in an impolite manner, plain and simple, within the walls of a peaceful people whom loved life and treated others with respect and kindness.  People whom sewed the seeds every season and harvested every other season.  People who raised children and loved each other.  The very walls that were erected after they were forced upon them by those outside.  The King himself ended the messenger and not even bothering to use a subject of his.  The king put his foot on that very messenger's heart and pushed him into the eternal pit where all dark things belong, including a Xerxes slave or follower or believer.  Disrespect the Spartans my dear Xerxes and you are ended.

Toronto and Abuses of Power

For a long time I believed all the fairy tales about Canada.  Now I know starting a blog or a journal post or a newspaper column like this is immediately looking to push away readers, for we all know the phrase “that doesn’t happen in Canada” is key to our enjoyment of the illusion that we are a special kindred soulful nation full of not racism, not sexism, not hatred, not violence, not what they have over there across the big blue seas, right?  We are different because we are not them, because we are not terrorists, and most assuredly because we are not unusually cruel and because because because we do not censor each other at least via the governmental route as we all know even the Chinese do.  So why are there blind homeless men begging for change on Yonge street in Canada while others in Lambourghinis and Porsches drive by not to mention women who spent $120 on eyelash extensions every weekend instead of helping each other?  Is it typical normal run-of-the-mill spoiled rich democratic culture whereby we are having so much fun we failed to notice those whom weren’t and it’s not some big government-conspiracy-type-of-behind-closed-doors deal?  Do we Canadians, like Tribe Called Quest said, do it all for the love, yo?  Go Jays Go?  All for the love, yo?

Terrorism and Mental Health in Canada

Let's say for a moment that the world is infiltrated by a rare form of mental health issues that cause people to misanalyse reality causing them to perceive threats where they do not exist.  And then act on those threats, even verifying intel and data and events in a very uniquely and wrongly perceived way.  For example, a simple tariff change between nations a set of people in one of the nations might interpret to mean hostile intentions.  Let's say America adjusts its trading variables with Turkey and in so doing causes its currency to tremendously drop in value, causing an economic crisis to emerge across the ocean.  Turkey has a huge issue, and other nations have to bail it out.  Suddenly those nations have a dilemma, and are losing money.  In comes the IMF, the EU, and all manner of politicking, and it's five years later and Turkey is barely recovering.  This is not merely a possible scenario, it is perhaps why the Turkish president labeled America's recent acts as "economic war".  And yet, nobody fired a weapon whatsoever.  But let's go a bit deeper and say that all this happened long before and someone somewhere knows it and many other such plans.  And lets say that long ago similar things happened between other nations and thus they interpreted a simple political change as the beginning steps of a war.  And so instead of waiting for the monetary policy rules enforced by EU upon its members, they went into America and blew up a building or two so that their government would cease fire, so they would curb their non-violent aggression.  Obviously these actors could not do these things politically for they do not operate on a governmental level.  So like any average Joe, they bought a ticket, went into America, bought some supplies at a grocery store, and democratically voted for their people to leave their people alone.  While America is dealing with explosions they are not focusing on tariffs are they?  Or at least, those acts are delayed.

Fighting Violence Against Women And Being Canadian

So long ago when I was a small child growing up in Belgrade, I knew for certain the world was a wonderful place.  Now after turning forty years old, the world is still wonderful it's just that the rest of you mostly all have mental problems.  Allow me to explain and perhaps you all might be healed a little bit, unless this very statement has already made you upset, in which case please go relax and come back when you can accept these words as those of someone who knows what they're talking about.  That's how every convincing speech starts, does it not?  I know better than you what you are going through?  Except in my case, it's true.

American-Style Peace by Killing War Vets

(any colouring of the text is due to American's inability to make a normal coding thing in Blogger, despite it being owned by a billion-dollar company, Google, somehow they couldn't produce a simple text template, eh!  Makes my point about Vietnam even more poignant.  As coding is easier than world peace bros!)

Let's talk about warfare, err, I mean peacekeeping, since I am afterall a bonafied Canadian living in Toronto.  I should know a lot about peacekeeping, after all, I even got tortured for years at the hands of Toronto Police and other medical staff so I know a thing or two about keeping your cool when under stress, or when your life is endangered by lunatics with guns whom the government claims are serving and protecting us but not oppressing us.  Here me out and grasp but not for straws.  We will talk about a simple case of a fallen ice cream and a child for I believe we all, no matter what universe we may be from, can relate - and believe me, in Canada, there are many people from the farthest reaches of outer space.  They're that multicultural here in the good ol' T..

Shame in Canada

Shame.

Gender-Based Salary Differences in Toronto

Over the years I have been employed in many businesses in Toronto, the heart of Canada's economy.  And for a man with a tremendous disadvantage, being born almost blind due to cataracts, I know quite a lot of things most of you would never even grasp due to your lack of disabilities.  For example, I see every day how those of us made weaker due to no fault of our own have to make do, and that's something many of you simply can not ever fathom dealing with.  Imagine waking up and not being able to leave home without it and it's not an American Express card?  But you also can not even read a single word on any paper even if you squint or bring it near.  Low vision is difficult, and yet I've worked at Fortune 500 firms, support Canada's Internet backbone, and mastered more programming languages than a CompSci graduate at the Ph.D. level.  So I know a lot about interacting with managers, co-workers, authorities, and even government officials in Ottawa.  So please do understand my viewpoint as it is made valid by all this experience.

eSight's Mind Blowing New Tech for Vision Loss

It was only a matter of time before this happened, and I'm surprised I didn't spend my life energy in developing this tech, given that I was one of the very few of us human beings whom was born kinda sorta blind but not really.  It all depends at what point you ask my mother how I was born and what she saw.  Once a woman has this kind of power of another, it's hard for her to be honest and tell the truth.  At first she told me my eyes were completely white and thus I needed a cataract surgery.  Then as she aged, the truth changed into me not having completely white eyes but just white spots.  This is generally how people work, and that's okay, we aren't all nice and honest like some of us.  But either way, I have low vision and so I was intrigued with eSight's new headset that promises to give those with vision loss or partially sighted more of what we all want - seeing the world, enjoying life.  But there's a caveat.

Canada’s Real Peacekeeping Methodology

From time to time even heavens themselves have angels and others within who have conflicts to resolve.  And judging by United Nation’s vote that Canada is the best nation on Earth many times thus far, we can be seen as a heaven of sorts.  Though after thirty years here claiming we are the best makes me truly disappointed in the rest of you fellow Earthlings.  If a city like Toronto with its graffiti-ridden and pothole streets such as Chinatown and other downtown cores is what the best people consider beautiful and best, then something’s truly wrong on this whole planet.  If I was in charge Chinatown would have giant beautiful polished statues of yellow dragons and lions and people would have open plateaus to do things of interest, as is in my case Qi Gong, one of my favourite daily routines.  Living down town I have to travel at least forty five minute just to find a nice clearing of space with trees let alone to be away from what to most ears sounds like a war zone with its sirens, helicopters, motorcycles, whirring submarine-like generator noises, klaxons of garages and beeps of trucks.  If that is your idea of the best environment on Earth, then okay, but to me it isn’t even a decent one.

How the People of Canada Vote

As a child whom immigrated to Canada in the 1990s I fully believed in the dream of this nation thinking it was the best anywhere on the planet.  Little did I know that the cannucks are so oppressed and abused as a people that not only are they not allowed to communicate with the English language but they had to resort to subtle hints.

Banking and Shopping Online

"I am a simple man, I do not like complications.  I like what is natural.  The same in music.", so starts one of my all time favourite songs by an artist I do not even know the name of.  That is the case with much of music in my life, but sadly not with women, as their names especially those that wronged me I will forever and always know forwards and backwards.  And now I own Reason 10 to further my music hobby, and I downloaded it from the official Propellerheads site, without paying a penny for it, kinda sorta for realsies.  Here is how it happened and why the banking industry seems to be full of mental patients who truly are crooks of the worst sort.  Allow me the pleasure of teaching you a learn or two.

How To Find A High Quality Woman

When bored or lonely, which is like never other than all the time, I read a few blogs here and there trying to figure out what a good strategy is in finding a woman who is not on the low side of life.  Now before you feminists get all uppety uppety do recall there are plenty of blog posts from your perspectives on finding a "High Quality Man", and no, this isn't a reply to these, but merely my meandering attempt to try and figure out if it even is possible given today's market conditions.  Before one can find a thing, one must know what a thing is, and only then one can figure out where a thing is.  Like in Indian Jones movies, if Indy didn't know what the Crystal Skull was he wouldn't even know where to search for it, right?  Similarly we have to know what a High Quality woman is before we can find one.  And unfortunately I don't know what one is.

Why All Men Must Support My Body My Choice

For the longest time I never even knew what an abortion was.  And nobody really needs to know what it is and neither should I, but now I do and now it is a key social issue that even guides many political battles.  But to me abortion and the entire pro-choice and pro-life movements were as unknown as melanoma, tuberculosis, and many other mysteries of our universe.  Why do I have to know every single thing out there?  I do not and neither do you, but some out there have this belief that the less you know the less you are worth their attention so people die to learn as much as possible and that's not right bro.  We should focus on what we care to know, not what someone out there is pushing us to experience.  That's what mafia is all about - pushy behaviours.  Mature people aren't pushy, they aren't that insecure.  And that's precisely what the entire pro-life and pro-choice movements are like, they're pushy and shameful.  Allow me to explain.

Infrastructure Attack Vector via Washroom Design

This is going to be the most absurd thing you have ever read and I fully expect you to ignore it just like much good advice is often read and ignored but try and think about what I am explaining before dismissing it completely.  Washroom design in Toronto affects Canada's national security.  It's a crazy concept, the two can't be related, there's no way, blah blah, but perhaps if you think about things instead of believing you understand them intuitively you might just grasp the issue at hand.

Test for any Democratic Brand’s Validity even Canada's

It truly may seem daunting to leaders around how to appease to all walks of life.  Some people like to bathe in riches, others like living humbly.  And then there’s those of us whom enjoy the in between.  Perhaps we in the middle class do not adore the rich life not so much due to our distaste of giant mansions and McLarren’s but due to the perceived social bullying by the lesser-earning public of these titans and so we wish to avoid the easily tossed about words?  Or maybe we do not wish to be humble as we linken it to poverty and having nothing?  Perhaps it’s exciting to live from one backpack and be able to be on the go anywhere in the world but we’re not trained and lack the survival techniques for it?  Or maybe we believe if we were rich we might be lazy and truly wish to help society.  There are a multitude of reasons why people adopt a financial position in life when given the chance or even when asked to dream big.  But for certain nobody willing chooses the financial position whereby food is inaccessible, water is not clean and easy to access, and shelter is difficult to find, or at least not without the help of some oppressive mindsets.

Disrespect, Manners, and Common Human Courtesy

Very man people are kind, but unfortunately even in the city of Toronto, very many people can not even know the dictionary definition let alone what it entails.  This is surprising to me given how simple kindness is.  One sees a child crying and bends their knee and asks what's wrong.  One does not pummel the child with fists until the tears stop.  If you are the sort who grasps not these matters then check yourself in please for it is something we all normal people learn at a very early age.  In fact, I'd recon it's not something we even learn, it's just obvious, right?  Right?  Judging by how even Torontonians behave I'd say nope.

Warfare and Body Language

It is quite amusing for me walking around downtown Toronto and noticing how people interact using their body language, or rather, how they do not interact.  One can almost observe it with amusement, like a Discovery channel show given the limited grunting, coughing, sneezing, and the general impersonal style that Toronto's population is curated by the mental health pundits whom judge what behaviour is not permitted on our "public" streets.  I placed it in brackets as obviously there's no such thing as a public land or property in Toronto.  Sure the legal system states it belongs to all the tax payers and citizens alike, but we all know that the more money or power an entity has the more it belongs to them.  While one might casually want to play ball at Yonge and Dundas' open flat concrete plateau, it is private property and security can remove anyone for any reason, even if they merely dislike your soccer jersey being of a German team, if they were so inclined.  It looks like public property, but it is also prime real estate being on the corner opposite of theater and a shopping mall, Eaton's Center, so whomever owns it is technically being nice to the whole city by choosing not to build a condominium.  And as much as we might be angry that it's not a park, a basketball court, or a pool, we should also be thankful that it's not yet another walls and glass tower.  I think Toronto has a plenty of these monstrosities.  But the permissable behaviour and the non-punishable styles allowed by those in power for us citizens to enjoy are somewhat, well, stunning.

Ride the Racket: TTC, Presto, and Noise

One of my first ever fun experiences upon immigrating to Canada was a ride on the subway to some magical stop and buying a skateboard.  I believe this was for my birthday on the third day of living here amongst you Torontonians.  It was this unreal experience.  Apparently there are trains that go under the ground, there are lights in them, people sit in nice comfy chairs, doors slide open like on Star Trek’s space ships, and nobody knows how the entire vehicle moves nor how it stops at stops as the driver does not exist nor is even visible - almost like magic.  And even more surreal is that all the people know where to exit, as some leave at one stop and others at another, and even my family knew what stop had a skateboard shop!  But little ol’ me, I just knew it was really loud and more exciting than anything else I ever experienced.  This was my first subway ride on the TTC in July of 1990.  And it was awesome.  Certainly I must have seen subways in movies, but I also saw Godzilla, doesn’t mean either existed does it?  But now at least the smaller beast did.

Mental Health via Kasparov and KGB

Before I begin this, as any victim of bullying, I am obligated to explain and preface thoroughly with a warning of non-hatred for the bullies in our nations all suffer from impulsivity of emotional outbursts that leads to violent acts.  I harbor no hatred towards the Russian people so I am merely using analogies as easily understandable to my target audience.  And as I am in Toronto, I am using Russia as an evil entity, when in fact I think of the Russian people just the same as of any other nation.  Therefore KGB are evil dudes, Kasparov is hated by that government, and Mental Health is the topic.  If you get upset, remember, I even tried learning Russian to marry a Russian woman, but alas, it did not work out, so your anger is your own problem.

Why Canadian Streaming Services Offer Smaller Selections

Anyone can plainly see simply by browsing Netflix Canada's title selections in the Canadian marketspace that they, indeed, have a much narrow offering to the Canadian public than Americans have available to them.  In fact, this is such an obvious fact that there are so many how-to guides, explanations, available for free, on how to purchase a very cheap VPN, and with it access the American version of Netflix instead.  The company itself has many reasons and public statements about this difference, including MPAA and RIAA rules and similar justifications about territorial licensing agreements and so forth.  And while all of this is very valid and plausible, it in no way is the real reason according to some.  Personally I do not agree with the licensing explanation as I will attempt to explain.

How Lauran Hates Women Prettier Than Her

As a psychotherapist I met Miss Gray somewhere at the end of winter 2017.  She was having terrible relationship issues and as an expert who trained Mystery himself I thought I could help the poor soul find love, or at least to get laid often enough for her not to complain so much and eat up my time that I felt better spent feeding the psyches of Fortune 500 executives.  Boy, I never realized how amazing my advice was until I read her blog post before and after our session.  The things she believed at first were mind bogglingly insultive not merely to the men whom she saw as untrained monkey-like animals, but also to her own sisterhood, girlfriends, mamas, divas, whatever the princess world likes to be addressed as these days.

Photography, Instagram, Blacklists, WIPs, and Music

The other night I realized I really love taking photos.  This is an unusual realization given that compared to the rest of you I am blind since birth.  I was born with a rare eye condition and so I see so poorly that with rather thick and powerful lenses I still can only barely read large street signs around Toronto, even the blue ones, with ease.  And yet photography truly turns me on.  I can get lost in taking a single subject into my camera for a thousand clicks and still not get bored.  The different angles, varieties of light, it all interests me.  And yet I do not care to even know what an F stop is, and I still do not.  My camera has these fancy things for ISO, F, white balance, focus, what have you, but to me they are just like knobs on a synthesizer.  I don't really know what cut off, resonance and so forth are, but I know what settings work in a song after decades of composing, too.

Why Privacy Violations Are About Manipulation

For the longest time I wondered why someone might violate anyone's privacy.  It is one of those things I had never done and could not comprehend the motivations for.  I do grasp why people steal for example.  If I was hungry and dying I might steal an apple or bread, and that is perfectly alright, especially if I was in a place where there was no help in that regard.  Greater thefts like stealing someone's car I still do not think valid - but in dire times one must do what is needed for survival and that we all can agree upon.  Murder is way beyond the scope of this article but even that is justifiable in times of self-defense, war, and so on, but not otherwise.  However, privacy violations are usually done during times of peace, and exceedingly so during times of long lasting peace, and that I could not grasp the origins of for the longest time.

Optimum Financial Instruments

When I was a little child I often wondered if my family did not need to spend their life savings on my disability (glasses, very expensive in Serbia in the '80s) would I have had the kind of childhood other than O3B children had had.  And now that I'm forty I see clearly, sorta, that I still do not even comprehend the kind of lives, fun, and excitement the rest of you are privy and entitled to that my disabilities simply did not ever nor will ever permit me to even gleam.  Allow me to explain.

SWAT and The Pursuit of Peace

It feels very anxiety-ridden writing this post and somewhat strange, considering I'm a disabled man and we generally do not deal with violent people such as criminals nor the other violent people, the Police.  For both dispense violence, though some purport to have a justification for it, or rather, both do make the same claims, don't you guys?  But hear me out, in fact, do hear me out, both of you lordships of thunder, and do not read this post but turn on some kind of text-to-speech thing and listen to this post, pretending you are suffering a certain disability and close your eyes during your comprehension of this post.  Do me that courtesy at least.  If you can't figure it out, welcome to my world then.

Curing Yourself of Perfectionism Isn't Perfectly Simple

Like so many other artists I suffer from perfectionism.  The more I look around me and see others, including those whom self-label themselves and many others as non-artists I notice that, gee whiz, so do many others.  In fact, there are people whom suffer from this terrible imperfect affliction to such a level that they can not admit it, for doing so would mean they are imperfect.  Having an affliction of any sort is a sign of imperfectionism, isn't it?  Perfect beings are perfect by the word's very definition and thus have zero afflictions.  So if I seek to cure myself of perfectionism, does that mean I am seeking perfection then?  One less affliction and one more step towards perfection?  Doesn't sound like a cure does it, but a step towards the very problem, eh?

Burden Of Help

From time to time even I assist others in need, not just TO's emergency workers.  Now granted, I am a nobody, just your average Joe citizen.  I have no special training, no exemplary budgetary resources, not even good eyes with which to recognize all of your facial expressions for I am partially sighted.  And yet I find that I help more than the rest of you, even those with 20/20 vision which is surprising.  At least that is my judgmental egotistical perception.  But is it true?  And how do I know?  And most important of all, does it matter whom renders assistance as long as the problem is solved?  What am I talking about?  Helping those whom might be homeless or merely so poor as to be walking around downtown with a palm outstretched asking for "spare change".

Tough

For a while, at least as a kid, I think even I knew what a tough person was.  It was the killer in a film but also the cop that caught him.  In Predator, the tough dude is obviously the one that got rid of the alien.  In books, like in Jurassic Park, the tough are those that do not get eaten by the dinosaurs.  Tough seems to mean those that are big, fast, and intelligent.

Developing The Art Cortex

Today was a monumental day for me.  I made my first artwork with my own hands.  For a long while I thought I was born blind and then had low vision and then thought I was disabled.  But now I know I'm none of these things but am merely partially sighted.  As such drawing with my hands wasn't one of my things.  The artwork is quite childish, but then so is anything one does for the first time.  Children's art is childish not because children made it but because the brain's artistic ability, the art cortex, isn't developed.  Each cortex needs to be developed and we all start at the childish level.  Thus my art cortex is at it's infancy, toddler art level.  I dare not show you my first art piece, but as I look at it now, I can assure you it is laughable, happy, as it is a giant smiley face.

Long live Art!  Long live Art!  Long live Art!