Oh, yes. Driven up to the mountain they are. They do not stray. They do not wander. They do not sit down on the job. They do not set out to find the only tarmacced road in the place so that they can practise their skill at ambushing passing cars. They do not suddenly decide that the other mountain looks much more interesting and they will send out a small expeditionary party to recce it. They do not, in short, indulge in any recognisable sheep behaviours. What we have here are the Stepford Sheep. The rest of the review is also brilliant along the same lines. (Link courtesy of
The artwork of Jessica Joslin: bones shaped as though they were metal, metal shaped into bones. Marionettes with the skulls of birds and birds with spines of candlesticks; ivory, horn, umbrella fittings, old clarinets and shrubbery, filigree and glass eyes. Very lovely, very eerie.
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In other news, I had a very nice lunch today with
And! And! I got to meet Yoon! Yoon is cool! *bounce* *bounce* And she lives around here now and yay.
Also on Friday much of the household went to see a really impressively interesting movie, but it was so odd that I think I'll give it a post of its own.
Also Thrud comes home tomorrow.
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Date: 2006-01-23 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 02:37 pm (UTC)Oy.
---L.
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Date: 2006-01-23 06:34 pm (UTC)You know Hollywood. They'd have had to provide a tutor and an agent for every little Shirley Temple of a sheepling. And three acting coaches ("Now, think of lamb chops, Judy. Big tears.") There'd be the usual problems with stage ewes, furze abuse, body image, and Scientology.
Nightmares!
Nine
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Date: 2006-01-24 10:30 pm (UTC)She does? *blink* Am I out of touch . . .
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Date: 2006-02-03 11:18 am (UTC)