Burger King's Twitter feed hacked

To celebrate General Aggregated POTUS day, Burger King's Twitter account got hacked to make it look like they were taken over by McDonald's.

This is not good publicity.

This is a family newspaper, so seek it out at your own risk. Lots of profanity. Wonder how long it will take them to fix it? Someone is responsible for managing the account, after all. Or rather was.

UPDATE: around 1PM, the account is suspended.

MEANWHILE IN RUSSIA Thanks to the meteor, everyone's familiar with the genre of Russian Dashcam Mayhem. The concept can be expanded to general Russian craziness - which apparently occurs in quantities sufficient to make a daily compilation.

(via EnglishRussia.com.)

ART TODAY The comments rules for the Orange County Resgister say "no vulgarity," which makes you wonder how they define it. The story's about an enormous dog urinating on the wall of the museum.

If you really want to make someone's day, go online and make fun of it. Someone will have the chance to be contemptuous and indignant towards you on behalf of art, which means they're a better person with a finely-tuned sense of contemporary aesthetics. Continue to needle them until the victim starts shouting about OBVIOUS REFERENCES TO OLDENBERG MY GOD AN IDIOT CAN SEE IT in the same tone as Felix Unger losing his wits because Oscar does not know the proper name for a ladle.

While the work may indeed be inoffensive by modern standards, I prefer to hold the line on body-fluid art, because if you have no objection of any sort to "Bad Dog," then you have nothing left to protest "Sick as a Dog," which ejects projectile fluids from a hindwise aperature. Or one that throws up every five minutes. Or does something equally disgusting.

You can say there's a difference, and perhaps there is, but if you can't understand why some people find the urinating dog an example of predictable vulgarity, you'll lack the language and the ideas to protest the inevitable enormous incontinent pit bull.

In other art news: It's the 100th anniversary of the Armory Show, where Duchamp showed off "Explosion in a Shingle Factory" and sold it for $234. Here's a review of Duchamp's enduring masterpiece.

The critic: President Theodore Roosevelt.

You could say to Duchamp: "Hey, Mike, I understand that when you present a urinal as a piece of sculpture, you're making us considering the aesthetics of a commonplace object by recontextualizing it, as well as asserting that the new concept of 'art' can be divorced from creation and talent, and mean just 'selection and presentation.' Got it. But you do know that this means no one will be able to sculpt anything, because it's easier to get into a museum by putting a pile of fake rubber vomit on the floor next to a box of chocolates and call it a protest against Western body-image standards that result in bulemia."

He'd probably shrug. Ceci n'est pas un problem.