#HoHoDooDa 2017 Day 11 post 8
December 11, 2017
Reindeer, that is!
HoHoDooDa 2017 Day 3
December 3, 2017
“Deer caught in head lights.”
Ha ha, headlights… get it? Never mind.
wilderness
January 20, 2010
The Illustration Friday theme for the week is “wilderness,” so I wanted to illustrate just how wild it gets at times.
mairzy dotes
January 23, 2008
Aaaarrrg!
I’ve got this silly song stuck in my head!
Apparently, bits of music getting stuck in one’s head is a fairly common occurrence. It happens to Tom and I on a regular basis. If one of us gets infected with a song, we never hesitate to share the misery with the other. When it happens to Tom, he refers to this endless, viral, loop of music to “the jukebox that is my brain.” I understand the term is actually “earworm,” however.
What the…earworm…what? Well, according to Wikipedia:
Earworm, a loan translation of the German Ohrwurm, is a term for a portion of a song or other musical material that becomes “stuck” in a person’s “head” or repeats against one’s will within one’s mind.
Anyway, song…stuck in my head…driving me crazy.
You ever notice that when a ditty does burrow itself into you psyche, it’s never something you actually like? Nothing like, Radio Head, Porcupine Tree or The White Stripes. It couldn’t possibly be anything as sophisticated as a Mozart concerto, or a cool Brazilian jazz groove. No, no, no, it’s usually something like “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go”, by Wham, or “Oops! I Did It Again” by Britney Spears.
Again…aaaarrrrrrrrg!
So, back to the song that’s stuck in my head. Have you heard it?
- MAIRZY DOATS
- Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you? - If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey,
- Sing “Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.”
It’s an old timey song, that has no business in my head.
It was fun at first. Yes, at first. But now it’s driving me batty!
So, I figure the only way to exorcise this curse from my head is to draw it. Perhaps if I sketch it all out, it will exhaust itself and then toddle off and jump into someone else’s brain, where it belongs.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
sketched out 