Bad Ash's Art Appreciation, Lecture #3

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::"Bad" Ash stands in front of the class in his bathrobe and slippers, a clipboard in his hand. He is quietly humming "Mmmm Bop"::

::He patiently awaits for all the students to take their seats, and when he is sufficiently satisfied the students are all here, he removes his robe and stands in front of the class, wearing nothing but slippers and a smile::

"Today, we will be discussing the classical nude!" ::laugh::

"First, I welcome any other students to embrace the classical nudity as well! Today's class is clothing-optional!" ::laughs again::

"Now kids... why is the naked body so damn awesome?" ::starts doing muscle flexing poses:: "Especially the King's naked body? Why do artists usually believe that people in art should be naked? Why don't normal people believe people should be naked? And most importantly... why is it suddenly cold in here?"

"Bad" Ash stands, awaiting answers and discussion.

Comments

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto is concentrating very hard on her notepad*

*Callisto is concentrating very hard on not revisiting her breakfast*

*Callisto is cosidering making like Oedipus and gouging out her own eyes*

*Callisto would be willing to do any of her classmates who asked her first*

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake claps a hand infront of his eyes. "Oh, god, I think I'm blind. I hope I'm blind. Please tell me I'm blind."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

You're blind. Everyone in the room has been struck with a sudden case of blindness. We should all go to the clinic.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's the fact that Ash is naked....

Maybe it's the fact that he just ate a grilled ham and cheese from the cafeteria.

Marty tries to look away and say something snarky, but all that comes out is him singing:


Like a bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum


Marty is an okay singer. But is very confused.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa leans over and whispers in Marty's ear "I guess that answers the steroids question, eh?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty nods and tries to say something snarky but ends up singing again:


Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I won’t feel blue
Like I always do
’cause somewhere in the crowd there’s...


Marty frowns and looks at his half-eaten Ham and cheese sandwich.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa looks on in mock horror, but suppresses a giggle. She whispers, "Oh holy shit. I am so not kissing ass in class today. With my luck he'd take that literally."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"...I think my brain just broke. Thanks so much." Jake lets his head fall down on his desk, whimpering.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Are they starting an ABBA singalong, naked!? Mamma Mia is right."

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

((OOC: *scrubscrubscrub* pass that brainbleach please? *is dead*))

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

((ooc: makes me very glad Chihaya went to Journalism instead. *breaks out the wire brush to help))

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

*sits in class rather dumbfounded, unable to speak. Lays head on desk and might have passed out*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Unimpressed, Han watches with amusement at the earthers' body discomfort, but then with a little growing horror as the class spins out of control.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

While Persians are a race of modesty, Bagoas has already seen far more shamelessness from the Greeks and Macedonians, and doesn't even give this a second thought.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

When he returns from alerting security, Han sits a couple seats over and passes a note that reads "Are you okay? Do I need to get you out of here?"

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*passes note back*

Fine. Confused?

Is art class, right?

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*bounces obliviously around*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty points at the ball to Cuddy and tries to ask what that was but ends up singing:


To a dream land, rubber ball man
Clapping your hands
And your feet dance, rubber ball man
When you’re jumping up and down, nobody’s standing still
Some of us screaming
Some of us dreaming
Look at your fans
How we love you, rubber ball man

Look at your fans
How we love you, rubber ball man
Look at your fans
How we love you, rubber ball man

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*dances... er, bounces along*

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa blinked. And blinked.

That was entirely too much of a co-worker to see. Not to mention a teacher.

[neptune-wallace.livejournal.com]

Wallace looked over at Barbossa, and could see that the pirate was thinking the same thing he was.

"Are we sure we didn't get sent to a detention instead or something? This is about the worst punishment I could think of!"

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

*blinks again*

*covers face (and eyes) with hands*

Damn! She'd seen worse, but usually she was at least getting something better than a grade for it at the time.

With any luck this would only help bury everyone's memeories of her last week's torrid one-sided very-public affair with the Dean...

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek's seen worse, but it could have been much much better. And it's not that cold in here.

[can_be_more]

*has never been more glad that she didn't sign up for this class*

((The mun, however...))