Some of the Dedes are such copy cats. They have no original ideas and prefer to stick with what is tried and tested. After Cash Cow told Devil yesterday that he had no chance as fluffy toy, he thought his best bet for Instagram success would be a funny cat picture. Luckily there is a cat amongst the Dedes. So he took his mobile and went to track her down. As usual she was minding her own business in a quiet corner of the studio. It appears poor Devil doesn’t know a thing about the felines… Being a real one, Cat couldn’t be bothered with what Devil had planned at all. Though he tried so hard to convince her, Cat just didn’t move! Then…. all of a sudden Cat streched and Devil thought that was so funny. We love cats!
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Yesterday we had a storm forcing Devil to get out of his hammock only to move straight onto the sofa. Out of boredom he decided to check out Instagram more closely. Cash Cow joined him on the sofa with a book. She expected a quiet relaxing afternoon, but she very quickly regretted sitting next to Devil. He interrupted her every couple of seconds and wanted her to look at a picture. First he was really excited. “Look at all these fluffy toys and what they are doing. They are out in the world traveling. I wish the artist would take me too.” He found so many images he liked and then, ah, how he enjoyed images depicting snow. He would so love to be in those places. It is January and it should be cold and white. Then he looked at all the photographers, then at all the painters, then at Lego people doing things and then at fluffy toys again. And the longer he spent on Instagram the more his excitement turned into an anxiety. “Here are all these fluffy toys doing things and they are so cute and cuddly. They have so many followers and people want to know what they are up to. And here I am sitting on our sofa looking on the mobile to see the world. Who the hell knows me? Who gives a toss about me!”
Cash Cow sighed deeply and put her book to the side. “Look Devil…. I am telling you, you are not in competition with fluffy toys! You are not soft and you are not even cute. Maybe a Dede might think you are good looking, but that is it. You were born a No Body like all the other Dedes and while we try hard to dress up as something, we will always be Nobodies!”
Mouse is extremely annoyed with Devil at the moment, though she will not admit it. They used to be such good friends and worked together brilliantly. Honestly, they were a fabulous team. Devil has the big ideas and Mouse ties up all the loose ends he leaves along the way. But lately he is too negative for her liking and naturally she keeps a wide berth from him. She desperately wants to have her old mate back and really would love to tell him to snap out of it. But she has no idea how. Any suggestions? She is not a particularly straight talker but rather a quiet worker. The best therapy for her is immersing herself in work. Naturally she held her hand up to edit the film they did on the 10th day. I have to admit it wasn’t the best idea. Repeatedly watching the footage over and over made her even more angry with Devil. He so wanted to be the director, but then he just sat in his director’s chair and did nothing much except nod from time to time. It starts to chew Mouse up and this is truly dangerous. We all know that it gets too much for her at regular intervals and then she screams at everyone because she feels all the work is just dumped on her. It might be coming soon!
Devil is depressed again. Each time the Dedes finish a project – even a small one – he has to take a couple of days off to question what the troupe is doing. Recently, the Dedes have started on Instagram and while Devil is overjoyed, the silly Dedes are not alone. He also developed an anxiety. Looking around Instagram Devil realised the Dedes are up against an entire army of traveling fluffy toys. It seems to be very fashionable to take an inanimate companion on a journey (I wonder if it has something to do with the film Amélie). Anyway, he is convinced I should go traveling, take him with me, and leave all the other ones behind. Needless to say, this idea didn’t fly with the rest of the Dedes.
…my true love brought to me twelve fat ones singing.
The saying goes “it’s not over till the fat lady sings”. Now, as we are gender neutral we just have 12 fat ones. If I look carefully they are not even fat. But they are singing and they are singing badly. I was dreading all along that they will perform their new song at the end. With many other things you can say it’s so bad that it’s good. But no way can you find anything good in this video. But thanks anyway for supporting the Dedes.
… my true love brought to me Eleven mittens giving, ten actors filming, nine chums relaxing, eight puppets groaning, seven Dedes drinking, six punters paying, five golden things, four thrown-off frocks, three strange friends, two purple gloves and a chicken in a dead tree.
With the eleventh day we are nearing the end of the Christmas season. When the Dedes became aware there are only two more days they got into overdrive, they still have so many ideas what they want to give. Now of course, they are regretting that they lost one day drinking and one day groaning. I hope one day they will learn that they can’t bring back lost time. Anyway to speed things up they decided on 11 mittens giving today.
“Isn’t one of them taking? The empty one right in the middle!” I asked when they delivered their present. “No, you silly! You always misinterpret our actions” the messenger answered annoyed. “this one wanted to give a hand!”
“No” clarified the mitten “I wanted to apply myself”
What do you think the eleven mittens contributed?
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…my true love brought to me Ten actors filming, nine chums relaxing, eight puppets groaning, seven Dedes drinking, six punters paying, five golden things, four thrown-off frocks, three strange friends, two purple gloves and a chicken in a dead tree.
Well well well, I am so glad they are back to work, however, it wasn’t really ten actors filming it was more like ten directors directing. Or as it was a film about one of the recipes from the Artist’s Survival Cookbook just think about the old saying about too many cooks…. Very quickly a fight started over who is allowed to wear the apron or sit in the director’s chair. In the end seven of them were moping and the film was made by only 3. But as I said, I am happy that they tackled a new project. We will have to wait and see how the film turned out.
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… my true love brought to me Nine chums relaxing, eight puppets groaning, seven Dedes drinking, six punters paying, five golden things, four thrown-off frocks, three strange friends, two purple gloves and a chicken in a dead tree.
In my opinion they don’t look particularly relaxed but rather staged. What do you think? The only one that seems truly relaxed, is Philosopher, the one the far left. I watched them when they were trying to take the picture. Believe you me, it was hard work and very counter productive to what they wanted to convey. They moved at least three times before they ended up on the red sofa. By this time they were so over the whole process and they couldn’t care less what they looked like. What I would wish they would bring one day: More patience!
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… my true love brought to me Eight puppets groaning, seven Dedes drinking, six punters paying, five golden things, four thrown-off frocks, three strange friends, two purple gloves and a chicken in a dead tree.
No surprise here either. Eight puppets groaning: Seven because they have overdone it last night and one because he was sober and had to do the clean-up.
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