So much riff-raff rapping on their whims ... so, finally (the thread is not just tupperware after all!) amongst the last 100 or so 'comments' (sic) we find a greater flowering of talents. Each shot building and building to a showering climax of talent, tenacity and tension, where humour, pointedness and 'eye' mix and match, fooling each other, frollicking together in a sea of art, crap and daftness.
I applaud many of the sad, drooling losers here. The winner will be thus be crowned in due course, but not yet! S/he has still to be chosen (some say fate makes it preordained, but who knows but the big fella (or lady!) in the sky (or somewhere, everywhere, like in that little kitten, or stone, or Big Mac or rat?)
Any MC must allow his underling Hamsters the room to grow and so MD Jak is hereby appauded and promoted from Dolt to Fool for his 'comments' comment. Any image offered must be commented by the shooter him/her/itself in some small or large way (Sari, that volcano of verbal eh-ness! Please edit and refine rather than spew!)
As to scoring an entry then the power is offered to the public unwashed here present to offer their view: Reject, Accept, Ignore. You are each ready (Marie we know is colour blind but that is her crown of thorns!) Which placement bites hardest and which wraps in a cockoon of sentiment and sensual sweetiness?
Som all must now be clear: the focus of the game, the approach of the 'townsfolk' contained here and the delegated excellence of your resistent and indulgent (yet boundaried quality wise) Meister
Seconds away ... grapple my Artists, Idiots, Exhibitionists in your seek of the Interesting 