Thanks for the earworm, doll.
Less pleasant link: American Cockroach.
In her American Cockroach project, Chalmers records the half-imaginary life of the domestic pest known as the cockroach. The roaches are and aren't exactly your kitchen sink generic water bugs-Chalmers orders them from a biological supply company, tends and feeds the creatures, and then gives them roles in a series of elaborately constructed theatrical set pieces which she films and photographs with the solemnity and precision of a family portrait photographer.
I warned you, so I don't want to hear about it.
Site also has genetically engineered mice.
I warned you, so I don't want to hear about it.
You know, everyone talks about what good actors they are, but I think they're just phoning it in.
Yeah, I won't be clicking that link.
That reminds me, at a meeting the other day, talk veered into what this very large, muscular, toughlooking coworker would do if one of the mice crawled up his pant leg (it isn't unprecendented. The local mice are bold.) He announced he'd be the one shrieking down the hall without his pants. Not thinking, I muttered,
I did that once.
which got some raised eyebrows.
Oops. I had to hastily describe when I was 15 and a roach in my dad's office crawled up my multilayered skirt and my response was to strip off the skirt and stand on the table. I left off the part about it being right in front of the window that faces the campus library. During class change.
Please stop talking about roaches.
Thank you.
Hey, I'm just sharing the extent of my revulsion. And, well, humiliation.
That sounds ... less fun than it might.
I'm totally about to go to bed. Yikes.
It's a cello bow.
Somehow, the specificity is... something.
