Sunday, October 02, 2005

Idiosyncrasies

Twyla knocks. I answer. You should, too, if it looks like fun. What are five of my idiosyncrasies? 1. I hate going places, like the airport or to meetings. I'm fine once I'm actually there and am certain I'm on time and have everything in order, but before I get there, I'm a grouchy mess. I'd rather drive and I'd rather have no set time at which people expect me. 2. I don't like salad dressing. I don't even understand salad dressing. You've got some tasty greens and some other veggies and some cheese and sometimes some meat. Why ruin it with that goop? Sometimes, I can do a little, very little vinaigrette, but I'd rather not. 3. I have dirt from all three of Robert Johnson's graves in a jar on a bookshelf in my bedroom. I don't know if it's the dirt or the driving around looking at the graves of dead bluesmen that's the idiosyncrasy, but there you go. 4. I hate mirrors. I find them very, very creepy. It got to be such a problem that I had to buy the creepiest mirror I could find because I needed one in my bedroom and couldn't stand the thought. The creepy one works, though, because it's already creepy, if that makes sense. 5. When I'm really happy, I make up songs. They're mostly stupid, but they amuse the hell out of me. When I was in grad school, I wrote a whole musical about all my friends and performed bits of it.

8 Comments:

Blogger Kat Coble said...

You hate mirrors because they are one of the primary gates between this world and the world of the dead. They are inherently creeeeepy.

10/02/2005 05:23:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Yep, I think you're right. Can I tell you about my beloved creepy mirror?

It's framed in metal and shaped like a narrow old New England grave stone. At the top there are three little groupings of creepy shit. In one are three cowrie shells on a green velvet background. In another is a small baby doll arm reaching for a pair of dice. The third is a drawing of a girl feeding a chicken.

It's really, really weird. And it's on the wall with the skull riddled with nails, so, all together, a creepy side of the room.

Hmm. Maybe I should have been a goth chick instead of whatever it is that I am.

10/02/2005 05:28:00 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

Yep, I think you're right. Can I tell you about my beloved creepy mirror?

I really wish you hadn't. I now will have nightmares. Where did you get that thing?

1. Cowrie shells are used as primary elements in many Santerian and Wiccan rituals. They are the key element in Croning--the summoning of female spirits of divination.

2. Dice are used in Wicca for divination and speaking to the dead

3. Chickens are popular familars in Wicca and used to summon the dead.

Putting all of that on a mirror makes it a powerful device for calling forth spirits from the gateway.

And yes, I do believe in all of this. Because I'm half insane and fully mystical.

But it does go hand in hand with the whateveryouare because Wicca is very close to mitteleuropean paganism in most cases.

10/02/2005 05:55:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

K., I now have a total blogger crush on you. That is all.

10/02/2005 06:07:00 PM  
Blogger Twyla said...

Wow. You totally picked up the weirdest/coolest mirror ever. Except, how can you sleep in the same room. The hair is standing up on my neck just thinking about it. But, then again, you have graveyard dirt in there. So.

Yeah, and I hate going places, too. Except, I love to drive places. Guess I just don't like to get there. I think it has something to do with the people that are customarily involved.

Oh, and thanks for playing. :)

10/02/2005 06:54:00 PM  
Blogger the Professor said...

Yeah, I already hated that mirror. Now, I think I'll take my chances with the hobos instead. the dog and I will be sleeping in a tent in the yard. there's no way I'm sleeping in that room. Y'all have to understand, that might be the creepiest thing in there, but it has company.

10/03/2005 09:36:00 AM  
Anonymous friedapplepie said...

I'm with you on going places. Part of is that I'm a victim of inertia. I'm happy being where I am, and I'm happy on my way somewhere; it's the transition that gets me. I think it has to do with anticipating the unknown. Will I find parking on arrival? Will I be able to figure out where I'm supposed to be? Will everyone already be there and have a buddy so I have no one to talk to? Will I be early and sit there staring at my nails until everyone else arrives? What if I just think I'm early but really I'm in the wrong place? argh.

10/03/2005 09:39:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

What? The skull? The weird heart? The South American demon? The lightning rod? Those are not that weird of things.

But I'll clear you a path to the Butcher's bed if you'd rather stay there.

10/03/2005 09:39:00 AM  

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