Our creator, Zoo with Roy, gave us life. Then he gave us Trebuchet. And now he's given us eyes. Over the next 3 days we'll each offer our dreams, interpretations, and gratitude to this piece of art like a salt-n-peppa'd college professor standing 4 feet from a painting, with an elbow in one hand and his chin in the other. The rules of the assignment were simple: Ready or Not, Go.![]()
Although they both did wonderful jobs, I am proud to say that I did not fall under the spell of my fellow writers, and was able to see clearly through Mr. Roy's intentions with this Paint reproduction. They say that the difference between genius and insanity is one cup of good coffee - and Zoo with Roy is drinking heartily from that cup. While at first glance I too thought that the art displayed on my Lenovo monitor was just a picture of the Flyers and Rangers brawling it out, I came to see that, like Transformers, there was more to this picture than meets the eye. At first I imagined who the 3 sets of players exchanging pleasantries might be , who the kid was, and what exactly the goalie was up to. But I kept looking at it because something was wrong. Something was…amiss. And as I stared at the couple in the middle, the focus point of the entire piece, I realized that, in fact, they were dancing. And then I looked harder and further and everyone was dancing! The jitterbug, swing, the Humpty. It was a giant dance floor!
But what's with the Flyers goalie? That kept me up at night, I promise you.
Until this morning when I was eating a bowl of cereal on the toilet and inspiration struck me like a lightning bolt to the face! Zoo, you clever fiend! That's not a real goalie at all! That's John Lithgow from the esteemed comedy tv series 30 Rocks from the Moon! And…and…and he's angry because everyone's dancing! And I knew, right then that the genius of Zoo with Roy had crept inside me like the Night Man. I could now see Ren and Chuck Cranston. I could see Willard and Chuck's henchmen. I see Jody Shelley and Derick Boogaard. I think I see the pearly gates.
What you're looking at above, reader, is the final scene of Footloose, on ice. You can even make out Kevin Bacon's much esteemed genitalia through his black Paint pants if you look close enough. You can hear the end of Almost Paradise and the beginning of Kenny Loggins' most famous jam. You can smell the grain from the mill that's just outside of town.
And I cried a bit. Because in the end, what is a Flyers Rangers game but one big dance. You have to know when to gyrate, when to jimmy. When to hold your partner and when to let go. When to be fierce and when to be beautiful. The controlled chaos of a Midwestern grain mill full of dozens of young, horny, corn-feed teenagers and one upbeat kid from Chicago who came in and broke all the rules because, 'Fuck it - I wanna dance.'
Although they both did wonderful jobs, I am proud to say that I did not fall under the spell of my fellow writers, and was able to see clearly through Mr. Roy's intentions with this Paint reproduction. They say that the difference between genius and insanity is one cup of good coffee - and Zoo with Roy is drinking heartily from that cup. While at first glance I too thought that the art displayed on my Lenovo monitor was just a picture of the Flyers and Rangers brawling it out, I came to see that, like Transformers, there was more to this picture than meets the eye. At first I imagined who the 3 sets of players exchanging pleasantries might be , who the kid was, and what exactly the goalie was up to. But I kept looking at it because something was wrong. Something was…amiss. And as I stared at the couple in the middle, the focus point of the entire piece, I realized that, in fact, they were dancing. And then I looked harder and further and everyone was dancing! The jitterbug, swing, the Humpty. It was a giant dance floor! But what's with the Flyers goalie? That kept me up at night, I promise you.
Until this morning when I was eating a bowl of cereal on the toilet and inspiration struck me like a lightning bolt to the face! Zoo, you clever fiend! That's not a real goalie at all! That's John Lithgow from the esteemed comedy tv series 30 Rocks from the Moon! And…and…and he's angry because everyone's dancing! And I knew, right then that the genius of Zoo with Roy had crept inside me like the Night Man. I could now see Ren and Chuck Cranston. I could see Willard and Chuck's henchmen. I see Jody Shelley and Derick Boogaard. I think I see the pearly gates.
What you're looking at above, reader, is the final scene of Footloose, on ice. You can even make out Kevin Bacon's much esteemed genitalia through his black Paint pants if you look close enough. You can hear the end of Almost Paradise and the beginning of Kenny Loggins' most famous jam. You can smell the grain from the mill that's just outside of town.
And I cried a bit. Because in the end, what is a Flyers Rangers game but one big dance. You have to know when to gyrate, when to jimmy. When to hold your partner and when to let go. When to be fierce and when to be beautiful. The controlled chaos of a Midwestern grain mill full of dozens of young, horny, corn-feed teenagers and one upbeat kid from Chicago who came in and broke all the rules because, 'Fuck it - I wanna dance.'
