Armageddon and Tuesday Ten

It occurred to me last night that I have probably reached the pinnacle of loser-dom. As is usually the case, I was pondering the end of the world as we know it and I figured that I wouldn't mind it at all if it happened, just as long as it happened after I got to see 'The Matrix Revolution', 'LOTR: The Return of the King', and 'Star Wars EP3'. This is truly pathetic, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm hoping the Mighties hold off on Ragnarok until George Lucas gets off his ass (since 'Revolution' and 'LOTR' will be released in December).

Anyway, here's 10 festive quizzes for Tuesday.
( Quizzolator Apocalypse )

Bare

Annie Lennox's new album is called 'Bare'. A new postcard arrived at work today, showing her without any makeup except for fake eyelashes. She looks oddly atrocious, yet fascinatingly beautiful, all at the same time. It is of note that she is also wearing a collar. I wonder if this is just for looks, a fashion statement, or an indication of her role in the current relationship in which she is involved. I would like to think that we have something in common since Annie is a long-time heroine of mine.
Anyway, this is what is said on the postcard about the image, which is apparently going to be the album cover as well:
( Annie's words )

Aunt Tudi is Lucy Ricardo

Since we live on landlocked property, we don't have a proper mailbox. Instead we have a wooden box on a pole marking our driveway so people will know where we are in the maze of homes on the hill. It's inconvenient but workable.

Some hoodlum whacked our box a couple of years ago, knocking a small hole in the corner of it. I'm sure he was hurt more than he damaged the box as, like I said, it's wood (and heavy wood at that). As a result of the hole, birds moved in and helped to further the deterioration of the box. Still, it was holding together OK.

Until yesterday....

Yesterday, we stopped up at Uncle Michael's to pick up newspapers for the vet's office. While I was lugging bags of papers to the car, Aunt Tudi was inspecting our box.

"Come here and look at this!" She said worriedly. So I went over to see her jiggling the front of the box back and forth. "Look at how loose this is and look at that rusty nail hanging from the wood. Someone could get hurt on this and we'd be liable!"

"Well, don't touch it 'cos you're gonna make it worse."

"I'm just gonna see if I can get this nail loose."

"I wouldn't if I were you. It's gonna come off." Right about then, the front of the box came off in her hand.

"Oh hell.... Michael, do you have a hammer?"

"Don't use a hammer on that, Aunt Tudi! The box is gonna fall apart if you try to re-attach the front."

"Don't worry. I'll get it back on and get that rusty nail back into the box too."

whack whack whack

Now the box is just weaving, hardly holding together.

"It's coming apart!" You might as well just take the bloody thing down now."

"That's what I'm gonna have to do! There are nails coming out everywhere."

"I'm heading on to the house...." And I left.

I found out later that Aunt Tudi was unable to take the box down because she was being attacked by the bird who was pissed that she was demolishing its home. Uncle Michael pointed out that she was being dive-bombed, so she left the decrepit box alone and came on home.

Aye yai yai yai yai.

Profile

I've updated it. I'll probably change it again very soon. Just not happy with it. Damn.

Escape to Witch Mountain

I want to go to Brown Mountain and see the lights this Autumn. For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to go there. At school, when we learned about the paranormal goings-on in the Appalachian Mountains, my favourite legend was the Brown Mountain Lights. Imagine my glee when I found out that Alexander Key, the author of 'Escape to Witch Mountain', lived in North Carolina and was writing about Brown Mountain!
I always wanted to be like Tony and Tia....just run away from the drabness and oppression to discover that I never really belonged in that hell to begin with. It's a nice dream.
I might not be able to read thoughts, move things with my mind, talk to animals, or break locks, but I can make a pilgrimage to Brown Mountain and damned if I'm not gonna come September or October!