Lemonade = spooky coincidence worth sharing. In the introduction, which I admit sucked me in, the narrator tells me that:
So I was thinking, hmmmm, that's interesting; I never before thought of it like that. Then I read further, finished the book (fantasy + gore + nasty deaths + ye olde Germany = hell yeah), and concluded it was silly and stupid. I possibly rolled my eyes, too. Okay, for the spooky coincidence: this morning, when I woke up, my mini ATOMIC clock (you know, the ones you're supposed to point toward Boulder, CO or something like that) was ten minutes fast. Ten minutes exactly! I have no control over this clock - it supposedly "sets itself." Hmmmm....
In the old days, when this story took place, time used to run by clockwork. Real clockwork, I mean, springs and cogwheels and gears and pendulums and so on. When you took it apart you could see how it worked, and how to put it back together again. Nowadays time runs by electricity and vibrating crystals of quartz and goodness knows whatelse. ... Clocks and watches like that might as well work by witchcraft for all the sense I can make of them. *Shivers* (Not really).
This would have been totally awesome if I was 11 years old, because I was a little obsessed with the macabre back then. I had a general fear that appliances could in fact be used as murder weapons. It really would have scared the shit out of me. If I don't post in a few days, call the X-Files. I live in Florida. Thanks, guys.
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My atomic clock being exactly ten minutes fast would freak me the hell out.
When I was a kid, if I was at home alone and a few minutes passed by with no cars driving down the street and no people walking by and no phone ringing and no birds chirping, I would imagine that everyone in the world but me had suddenly disappeared (aliens? nuclear war?) and be immediately paralyzed by fear until a car drove by or some other sign of life appeared.
If I don't hear from you soon, I'll send Fox Mulder after you. He's so dreamy.
How does one get a hold of an atomic clock?
Did you know that if you discover a prime number over one hundred digits long, you can sell it to the CIA for 10,000 dollars? This is true.
I hate it when books let me down.
I didn't get "This Boy's Life" afterall, because I think it would remind me too much of Jack Kerouac, but younger. I don't like Jack all that much.
Sorry.
i don't like jack much, either. and that's a shame that philip let you down - i, too, have heard a lot of good things about him. hmmm.
OK now that is just plain spooky.
There are 3 possible explanations.
1. Casper (the Friendly Ghost), or Annabelle (the possessed Raggedy Ann doll), lives in your house.
2. Your house is built atop a Uranium mine.
3. Colorado is plummeting towards you at the speed of light. Brace for impact.
4. Books can hear.
OK, that's 4, but you gotta admit it's damn spooky.
Okay, Madge. Do we need to get Duchovny on the phone?
I'm alive!
...clock went back to normal time the day I turned it in back to the library...
eeeeeerie.
Glad you're alive, but now I'm over here shaking in my boots. Thanks a lot.
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