Modern Art Sucks Part I

A sidenote about the horror that masquerades as art

I'm not sure how I forgot to mention it, but in addition to the sales support service award (and the all important bonus!), I also led our scavenger hunt team to 1st place (1st out of 14... impressive indeed) that Friday evening at the Carnegie Museum. I probably failed to mention it because of the prize that each of my excited teammates and I won... a hard plastic triceratops.

Before you go thinking that this in any way was a cool prize, allow me to provide you with some quotes:

One of our regional directors said this, "I'm very glad now that my team did not win."
A number of colleagues of mine chimed in with, "that really is hideous."
And a friend said sympathetically, "I don't even think my five year-old son would want that."

So what could be so awful that neither a 5-year boy nor any sane adult would want any parts of it? It is a dinosaur after all!

Actually, though it is shaped liked a triceratops, that's not what it is referred to as on the side of the box.

No, it's not a triceratops but a "Ketchup-Saurus".

Yes, that's right, a triceratops, painted red, with a giant Heinz ketchup sticker on its back.

All of which led to this thought... "if an asteroid, or temperature changes, or evolutionary trends hadn't killed the dinosaur, surely modern art would have."