Hallmark Hall of Fame.
Did you know I love these? Finally something good on. And those commercials during the movies, from Hallmark, get me all choked up. Especially the ones now that feature an employee of Hallmark and why they write/create the cards they do. I am a sucker for the HHoF everytime. And I am not talking about the Cable channel, I don’t know how it works. I am talking about over the air, broadcast, Sunday night movies. The way it was meant to be.
And, while we are on it, I don’t mind Thomas Kincaide either. Deal with it. Yea, yea I like all the indie, cool, rock, messy, to good for you stuff too. People say TK is a sell out and not a real artist and yada yada. Well, it doesn’t bother me. No, I don’t have one in my house (my ego won’t allow it). But I will stick up of for him. He paints what he wants. He paints what is real to him. Just the same as every New York (Westport, KC) starving artist type with half a shaved head and doesn’t live anywhere (they only “stay” places) does. He has just made it and you haven’t.
And which of you haven’t wanted to be “in” one of his paintings for just a second. Buried away in one of his snow covered, fireplace glowing cabins deep in some secluded woods. Painter of light, baby.
Oh, back to Hallmark for a sec. I still to this day turn over every card I get and check to see if it is a hallmark card or not. Slight dissapointment each time it is not. (Advertising at work–another great thing about them.)
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