Office by Alex Penny
Finessing bipolarity. Writing horror. Studying ghosts.
All without forgetting to feed the chickens.
The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the rusty chimney-cowls and weathercocks, and rushing round and round a confined adjacent churchyard as if it had a mind to blow the dead citizens out of their graves. The low thunder, muttering in all quarters of the sky at once, seemed to threaten vengeance for this attempted desecration, and to mutter, “Let them rest! Let them rest!” ~Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit
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‘Three lovely bits-o-creepiness, photographed on a sunny May afternoon.’
Time to curl up with an episode of ‘Fact or Faked?’
I’m liking this series, though I am a little put off by the unrelenting prettiness of the investigative team. It seems like someone went looking for the best looking _________ that was half-way competent. (Fill in the blank with photographer, jounalist, ex-FBI agent, science expert/paranormalist, stunt expert or tech expert.)
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The Paranormalist’s 13 creepiest title sequences from television series.
Adorable, yes. But also a little uncanny, don’t you think?
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‘Perfectionism is the enemy of productivity. Thus, you get a hummingbird moth post.’
“Hallo. Mein Name ist Renae. Ich bin hier um mit Ihnen zu besuchen. Willst du mit mir sprechen? Meine Muttersprache ist Englisch.”
Today I’m working on writing a script template for EVP interviews. I realized that offering a greeting in the most commonly used languages of the area would be nice. (Before I switch to English.) So far I’m thinking: German, Norwegian, Swedish, Irish, Ojibwa, Dakota and French. Any other thoughts?
And does anyone know one of those languages well enough to teach me how to say: “Hello. My name is ________. I am here to visit with you. Will you speak to me? My native language is English.”
I’ve spent the last several hours filling out job applications and writing a personalized cover letter for each one. I am so much more tired at 1:36a than I usually am. ‘Thought I was going to catch up on comments at the blog tonight - or at least write a blog post about Donny Dirk’s Zombie Den, but I’m giving in to my weariness. Time to curl up with something creepy … and, no, I don’t mean my husband. Perhaps my new favorite: The Dead Files. (Click the pic to go to the show info.)
When my son first saw my hair done this way, he said: “Whoa! Bride of Frankenstein much?” I like to think he was just in a horror frame of mind because he knew I was heading out to meet my daughter at Donny Dirk’s Zombie Den. (More about the bar on another night.) Of course he may just have been noticing the newly revealed streaks of gray in my hair.
I had to figure out how to wear it up because, lately, it’s been interfering with my adventures - flying about and showing up in front of the camera lens; collecting cobwebs, twigs and leaflets when I go searching for isolated, creepy places.
I’m not sure it looks any less witchy this way, but my life is easier with it upswept and pinned into submission.
What do you think? Is it more Bride of Frankenstein or witch?
