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beyond. ‘No good will come of this.’
‘Just watch where you’re putting your feet. Now see what you’ve done? Didn’t I tell you to watch where you were putting your feet? Anyway, come on.’
The wizards skulked, or in the Dean’s case, squelched furtively through the backstage area and into the darkened, bustling auditorium, where Windle Poons was keeping some seats free by the simple expedient of waving his her on the . . . the fundament!’
Poons sniggered. ‘Hubba‑hubba! Does your mother know you’re out?’ he cackled.
‘It’s all too much for him,’ the Chair complained. ‘We never should have brought him.’
‘Do you realize we’re missing our dinner?’ said the Dean.
The wizards fell silent at this. A stout woman edging past Poons’ wheelchair suddenly started and looked around suspiciously and saw nothing except a dear old man, obviously fast asleep.stick at anyone who came near them. They sidled in, tripping over one another’s legs, and sat down.They stared at the shadowy grey rectangle at the other end of the hall.After a while the Chair said, ‘Can’t see what people see in it, myself.’‘Has anyone done "Deformed Rabbit"?’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.‘It hasn’t started yet,’ hissed the Dean.‘I’m hungry,’ complained Poons. ‘I’m an old man, mm, and I’m hungry.’‘Do you know what he did?’ said the Chair. ‘Do you know what the old fool did? When a young lady with a torch was showing us to our seats he pinched
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Leroy Neiman Lady Liberty
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eldritch up there.’
‘So we all came down,’ said Squeak. ‘Mr Thumpy and the duck are hiding out in the dunes-’
Another cat dropped off the fence beside them. It was large and ginger and not blessed with Holy Wood intelligence. It ‘Not a chance,’ he said. ‘Who’s going to pay good money to see cats and mice chasing one another? They’re only interested even in dogs if they jus’ pander to humans the whole time, so they certainly ain’t going to watch a cat chase a mouse. Take it from me. I know about movin’ pictures.’
‘Then it’s about time your humans got it sorted out so we can go home,’ snapped stared at the sight of a mouse looking relaxed in the presence of a cat. Squeak nudged cat on the paw. ‘Get rid of it,’ he said. Cat glared at the newcomer. ‘Sod off,’ he said. ‘Go on, beat it. Gods; thish ish so humiliating.’ ‘Not just for you,’ said Gaspode, as the new cat trotted away shaking its head. ‘If some of the dogs in this town see me chatting to a cat, my street cred is going to go way down.’ ‘We were reckoning’, said the cat, with the occasional nervous glance towards Squeak, ‘that maybe we ought to give in and see if, see if, see if-’ ‘He’s trying to say there might be a place for us in moving pictures,’ said Squeak. ‘What do you think?’ ‘As a double act?’ said Gaspode. They nodded.
eldritch up there.’
‘So we all came down,’ said Squeak. ‘Mr Thumpy and the duck are hiding out in the dunes-’
Another cat dropped off the fence beside them. It was large and ginger and not blessed with Holy Wood intelligence. It ‘Not a chance,’ he said. ‘Who’s going to pay good money to see cats and mice chasing one another? They’re only interested even in dogs if they jus’ pander to humans the whole time, so they certainly ain’t going to watch a cat chase a mouse. Take it from me. I know about movin’ pictures.’
‘Then it’s about time your humans got it sorted out so we can go home,’ snapped stared at the sight of a mouse looking relaxed in the presence of a cat. Squeak nudged cat on the paw. ‘Get rid of it,’ he said. Cat glared at the newcomer. ‘Sod off,’ he said. ‘Go on, beat it. Gods; thish ish so humiliating.’ ‘Not just for you,’ said Gaspode, as the new cat trotted away shaking its head. ‘If some of the dogs in this town see me chatting to a cat, my street cred is going to go way down.’ ‘We were reckoning’, said the cat, with the occasional nervous glance towards Squeak, ‘that maybe we ought to give in and see if, see if, see if-’ ‘He’s trying to say there might be a place for us in moving pictures,’ said Squeak. ‘What do you think?’ ‘As a double act?’ said Gaspode. They nodded.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Paul Cezanne Still Life with Flowers and Fruit
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was noon. Holy Wood Hill glistened under the sun, like a champagne-flavoured wine gum that had been half-sucked. The handlemen turned their handles, the extras charged enthusiastically backwards and forwards, Dibbler ‘ ‘S a good name for this camel,’ said the handler fervently.
‘There’s nothin’ wrong with bein’ a son of a bitch,’ said a voice behind him. ‘I’m a son of a bitch. My father was a son of a bitch, you greasy nightshirt-wearin’ bastard.’
The handler grinned nervously at Victor and turned around. There was no-one behind him. He looked down.
‘Woof,’ said Gaspode, and wagged what was almost a tail. raged at everyone, and cinematographic history was made with a shot of three dwarfs, four men, two trolls and a dog all riding one camel and screaming in terror for it to stop. Victor was introduced to the camel. It blinked its long eyelashes at him and appeared to chew soap. It was kneeling down and it looked like a camel that had had a long morning and wasn’t about to take any shit from anyone. So far it had kicked three people. ‘What’s it called?’ he said cautiously. ‘We call it Evil-Minded Son of a Bitch,’ said the newly-appointed Vice-President in Charge of Camels. ‘That doesn’t sound like a name.’
was noon. Holy Wood Hill glistened under the sun, like a champagne-flavoured wine gum that had been half-sucked. The handlemen turned their handles, the extras charged enthusiastically backwards and forwards, Dibbler ‘ ‘S a good name for this camel,’ said the handler fervently.
‘There’s nothin’ wrong with bein’ a son of a bitch,’ said a voice behind him. ‘I’m a son of a bitch. My father was a son of a bitch, you greasy nightshirt-wearin’ bastard.’
The handler grinned nervously at Victor and turned around. There was no-one behind him. He looked down.
‘Woof,’ said Gaspode, and wagged what was almost a tail. raged at everyone, and cinematographic history was made with a shot of three dwarfs, four men, two trolls and a dog all riding one camel and screaming in terror for it to stop. Victor was introduced to the camel. It blinked its long eyelashes at him and appeared to chew soap. It was kneeling down and it looked like a camel that had had a long morning and wasn’t about to take any shit from anyone. So far it had kicked three people. ‘What’s it called?’ he said cautiously. ‘We call it Evil-Minded Son of a Bitch,’ said the newly-appointed Vice-President in Charge of Camels. ‘That doesn’t sound like a name.’
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Sunrise Chapel
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Silverfish?’ said Dibbler.
Silverfish, who had been cautiously crossing the studio with a box of fresh film stock, hesitated at the sight of a skinny figure bearing down on him like a long-lost weasel. Dibbler’s expression was the expression worn by something .
‘And I’d just like you to know’, Dibbler went on, ‘that we’re all incredibly impressed at what you boys are doing here.’
Silverfish watched his own hand being strenuously made friends with, and grinned uncertainly.
‘You are?’ he ventured. long and sleek and white as it swims over the reef and into the warm shallow waters of the kiddies’ paddling area. ‘Yes?’ said Silverfish. ‘Who’re you? How did you get–’ ‘Dibbler’s the name,’ said Dibbler. ‘But I’d like you to call me Throat.’ He clasped Silverfish’s unresisting hand and then placed his other hand on the man’s shoulder and stepped forward, pumping the first hand vigorously. The effect was of acute affability, and it meant that if Silverfish backed away he would dislocate his own elbow
Silverfish?’ said Dibbler.
Silverfish, who had been cautiously crossing the studio with a box of fresh film stock, hesitated at the sight of a skinny figure bearing down on him like a long-lost weasel. Dibbler’s expression was the expression worn by something .
‘And I’d just like you to know’, Dibbler went on, ‘that we’re all incredibly impressed at what you boys are doing here.’
Silverfish watched his own hand being strenuously made friends with, and grinned uncertainly.
‘You are?’ he ventured. long and sleek and white as it swims over the reef and into the warm shallow waters of the kiddies’ paddling area. ‘Yes?’ said Silverfish. ‘Who’re you? How did you get–’ ‘Dibbler’s the name,’ said Dibbler. ‘But I’d like you to call me Throat.’ He clasped Silverfish’s unresisting hand and then placed his other hand on the man’s shoulder and stepped forward, pumping the first hand vigorously. The effect was of acute affability, and it meant that if Silverfish backed away he would dislocate his own elbow
Monday, March 23, 2009
Diane Romanello Sunset Beach
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Across various dimensions it had provided the Sphinx with considerable entertainment and innumerable meals.
This was not known to Teppic as he led You Bastard through the swirling mists, but the bones he crunched underfoot gave him enough essential detail.
A lot of There was no sound but the drip of the mist and the occasional sucking noise of You Bastard trying to extract moisture from the air.
'You're a sphinx,' said Teppic.
'The Sphinx,' corrected the Sphinx.
'Gosh. We've got any amount of statues to you at home.' Teppic people had died here. And it was reasonable to assume that the more recent ones had seen the remains of the earlier ones, and would therefore have proceeded stealthily. And that hadn't worked. No sense in creeping along, then. Besides, some of the rocks that loomed out of the mists had a very distressing shape. This one here, for example, looked exactly like- 'Halt,' said the Sphinx.
Across various dimensions it had provided the Sphinx with considerable entertainment and innumerable meals.
This was not known to Teppic as he led You Bastard through the swirling mists, but the bones he crunched underfoot gave him enough essential detail.
A lot of There was no sound but the drip of the mist and the occasional sucking noise of You Bastard trying to extract moisture from the air.
'You're a sphinx,' said Teppic.
'The Sphinx,' corrected the Sphinx.
'Gosh. We've got any amount of statues to you at home.' Teppic people had died here. And it was reasonable to assume that the more recent ones had seen the remains of the earlier ones, and would therefore have proceeded stealthily. And that hadn't worked. No sense in creeping along, then. Besides, some of the rocks that loomed out of the mists had a very distressing shape. This one here, for example, looked exactly like- 'Halt,' said the Sphinx.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer
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'What?'
'Well, our mam says the king goes on living, sort of thing, after all this stuffing and stitching. Sort of in the Netherworldhis life in the kingdom talking to a few priests and so forth. He knew objectively there had been other people around - servants and gardeners and so forth - but they figured in his life as blobs. He was at the top, and then his family, and then the priests and the nobles of course, and then there were the blobs. Damn fine blobs, of course, some of the finest blobs in the world, as loyal a collection of blobs as a king might hope to rule. But blobs, none the less.
But now he was absolutely engrossed in the daily details of Dil's shy hopes for advancement within the Guild, and the unfolding story of Gern's clumsy overtures to Glwenda, the garlic farmer's daughter who lived nearby. He listened . With your stitching in him.' And several sacks of straw and a couple of buckets of pitch, thought the shade of the king sadly. And the wrapping off Gern's lunch, although he didn't blame the lad, who'd just forgotten where he'd put it. All eternity with someone's lunch wrapping as part of your vital organs. There had been half a sausage left, too. He'd become quite attached to Dil, and even to Gern. He seemed still to be attached to his body, too - at least, he felt uncomfortable if he wandered more than a few hundred yards away from it - and so in the course of the last couple of days he'd learned quite a lot about them. Funny, really. He'd spent the whole of
'What?'
'Well, our mam says the king goes on living, sort of thing, after all this stuffing and stitching. Sort of in the Netherworldhis life in the kingdom talking to a few priests and so forth. He knew objectively there had been other people around - servants and gardeners and so forth - but they figured in his life as blobs. He was at the top, and then his family, and then the priests and the nobles of course, and then there were the blobs. Damn fine blobs, of course, some of the finest blobs in the world, as loyal a collection of blobs as a king might hope to rule. But blobs, none the less.
But now he was absolutely engrossed in the daily details of Dil's shy hopes for advancement within the Guild, and the unfolding story of Gern's clumsy overtures to Glwenda, the garlic farmer's daughter who lived nearby. He listened . With your stitching in him.' And several sacks of straw and a couple of buckets of pitch, thought the shade of the king sadly. And the wrapping off Gern's lunch, although he didn't blame the lad, who'd just forgotten where he'd put it. All eternity with someone's lunch wrapping as part of your vital organs. There had been half a sausage left, too. He'd become quite attached to Dil, and even to Gern. He seemed still to be attached to his body, too - at least, he felt uncomfortable if he wandered more than a few hundred yards away from it - and so in the course of the last couple of days he'd learned quite a lot about them. Funny, really. He'd spent the whole of
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Pino MOTHER'S LOVE
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say? Excuse me? Billem's got this terrible thing about rats, if you don't mind. Cooeee!'
Let the camera of the mind's eye pan slowly back along the dim, ancient corridors, taking in the dripping fungi, the damp-earth odours of autumn drifted over the velvety-dark moors, where the watery starlight was echoed by one spark of a fire.rusting ehains, the damp, the shadows . . .'Can anyone hear us? Look, it's really too much. There's been some laughable mistake, look, the wigs come right off. . .'Let the plaintive echoes dwindle among the cobwebbed corners and rodent-haunted tunnels, until they're no more than a reedy whisper on the cusp of hearing.'I say? I say, excuse me, help?'Someone is bound to come down here again one of these days.Some time afterwards Magrat asked Hwel if he believed in long engagements. The dwarf paused in the task of loading up 'About a week, maximum,' he said at last. 'With matinees, of course.' A month went past. The early
say? Excuse me? Billem's got this terrible thing about rats, if you don't mind. Cooeee!'
Let the camera of the mind's eye pan slowly back along the dim, ancient corridors, taking in the dripping fungi, the damp-earth odours of autumn drifted over the velvety-dark moors, where the watery starlight was echoed by one spark of a fire.rusting ehains, the damp, the shadows . . .'Can anyone hear us? Look, it's really too much. There's been some laughable mistake, look, the wigs come right off. . .'Let the plaintive echoes dwindle among the cobwebbed corners and rodent-haunted tunnels, until they're no more than a reedy whisper on the cusp of hearing.'I say? I say, excuse me, help?'Someone is bound to come down here again one of these days.Some time afterwards Magrat asked Hwel if he believed in long engagements. The dwarf paused in the task of loading up 'About a week, maximum,' he said at last. 'With matinees, of course.' A month went past. The early
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