Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

January 17, 2014

wolf in sheeps clothing 450Sheila finally solved the mystery of that wet dog smell in her closet.

Felt like it was time for a nice animal idiom.

“Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing:
One would use this idiom to describe a person or thing appearing to be good but is, well, not so much. There seems to be a few different ideas about it’s origin, but here is what Wikipedia has to say about it.

SkADaMo 2013 Day 22

November 25, 2013

Counting Sheep

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So, I seem to be continuing on a bedtime theme here. It’s wishful thinking, no doubt. This chilly weather puts me in a mood to kick off my cloven sheep slippers and curl up in bed with a good book.

Ah, but I have sketches to catch up on! Missed another two days. Oh for shame! But wait, that’s right, there are no rules. No harm done!

Anyhoo, stop on over here and let’s see how the other SkADaMo participants have been doing.

SkADaMo 2013 Day 6

November 6, 2013

Two shakes of a Lamb's tail

“Two Shakes of a Lamb’s Tail”

Ah idioms. Ya gotta love ’em!

So, hey, take a skip over here and check out the other SkADaMo participants and what they’re up to.

mairzy dotes

January 23, 2008

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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.