A whole shitload of deer just walked past our house. Maybe five or six of the things, all tip-toeing together in a pack. And we don’t live in the country, either… We see more minivans and American Eagle sweatshirts than woodland creatures up here.
Needless to say, Andy’s head nearly exploded off his shoulders. He’d never seen such a large number of enormous dogs in his life. I thought he was going to go through the glass.
Weird stuff, man. And it’s not the only strange thing that’s happened lately. In fact, I’d like to get your analysis of a few unusual occurrences from the past couple of weeks.
One recent morning I noticed a small cut on my arm. It wasn’t bleeding or anything, more like a scratch, really. It was roughly an inch long, crossways on my right forearm. Huh, I thought, I don’t remember doing that. Whatever.
I moved on to more pressing matters (Toaster Strudel), when Toney came into the kitchen.
“I woke up with a scratch on my arm, and don’t know how it got there,” she said. And I nearly dropped my frosting pouch.
What do you make of that, huh? It was exactly the same kind of cut, in almost the same place. Is that bizarre, or what?
Then, a few days later, Toney told me she’d woken up with “1979” by Smashing Pumpkins in her head. Even though she hadn’t heard that song in ten years, she guessed.
And later in the week she heard it in real life, playing inside a grocery store. That blew her mind a little, and she made a point of calling me on her cell phone to tell me about it. “This means something,” she said.
It was kind of interesting, but I was skeptical about it having special significance. I sometimes wake up with songs playing inside my brain, songs I don’t believe I’ve heard in a very long time. But I always suspect I have heard it, without realizing it. Off in the background somewhere, amongst the noise and clatter of everyday life.
Then I heard it. Inside Moe’s, blasting from their stereo: “1979.” What the hell, man?? Maybe it does mean something? I probably hadn’t heard it since California, or thereabouts.
And finally, I had a copy of my “book” printed this afternoon. Tomorrow I’m going to start the revision process, and want to work from a paper copy.
I’d like to go somewhere with the manuscript, a pen, and a notebook, and mark it up and make notes like it’s 1965 (or 1979, I suppose). Computers are great, but sometimes an old-fashioned approach is still best, I think.
Anyway, the cost of the copy was $12.34. 1, 2, 3, 4. See? That might be a sign, as well. What do you think? What does it mean?
All of it, in fact. What do you make of the following?
- the shitload of deer
- the identical scratches on our right forearms
- the sudden reappearance of “1979” by Smashing Pumpkins in our lives
- the book costing $12.34 to print
And before anyone gets up on their high-horse, and acts like I’m being serious here… please know that I’m just having some fun. It saddens me that it’s come to this, but I feel like I need to make it clear that I don’t REALLY believe in this kind of stuff.
<sigh>
I won’t be updating on Thursday, but will try to post a podcast on Friday. It might slide into Saturday, but I’ll shoot for Friday.
In the meantime, please do your best to analyze the paranormal activity in my life, of late. And if you have anything similar to report, we’d like to know about it, as well.
See you guys next time.
Have a great day.
Here’s a good summary of Alex Chilton’s legacy from Entertainment Weekly:
http://music-mix.ew.com/2010/03/18/alex-chilton-obituar/
Hmm, sounds like it could be some of my ex-relatives.
That family, Addams Family, same difference.
I’d install a security system if I were you. (No, I don’t sell security systems.)
BTW, Melissa, roger that. I mean about the F-word network.
Today’s quote: “Money frees you from doing things you dislike. Since I dislike doing nearly everything, money is handy.” Groucho Marx
I have no idea who Alex Chilton is. Should I care? Should I Google it?
12341979
lotto numbers?
I don’t know how things can get worse, after seeing that little girl eyeballing that sandwich. jeez…gives me the creeps!!
Like ultrasound pics, car crashes and plastic surgery shoes. uuughggghhhhh. ok. back on topic.
what was it??
surgery shows!! wth..I would guess surgery shoes would be bad too…
I now have the theme song from the TV show “Maude” stuck in my head.
I go on “It’s a Small World” earworm jags quite frequently. I am convinced there is no cure.
I have “Alex Chilton” stuck in my head and I can’t decide if I like it or not. It’s not my favorite song, I do know that.
Fat Secretary: I’ve found that this song usually dislodges and supplants other earworms quite nicely. But I guess it’s only a “cure” if you actually like the song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-26hsZqwveA
Ack! Ack!
I miss Angry White Guy’s stand-in questions when Jeff can’t post!
Listening to my neighbors have sex is creepy. It sounds like panting dogs drinking water…
I saw a woman with a hairy mole on the back of her neck. It looked like a porcupine…that was creepy.
Just wanted to say that that is one HELL of an opening line.
That girl eyeing the whitebread slice is almost as disconcerting as the infamous Wikipedia labia.
mmmm labiapedia.
The 1,2,3,4 thing was kinda weird but $19.79 would have been downright spooky. As far as the scratches go – do what I do with everything hat seems random – Blame it on Sunspots or Solar Flares or those Space Ships they keep shooting up there. Or the Hole in the Ozone.
1+2+3+4 =10
2010 is your year, man. Make a wish at 12:34 PM and AM everyday?
The scratches; Easter will be here soon. You both have a touch of the stigmata.
Watch for nosebleeds.
1979 -1234= 745
7+4+5 = 16
If you add 1979 to 1234 you get 3213
3+2+1+3 = 9
Maybe there’s a Beatle coming back from the dead. False prophet/ant-christ?
If you know anyone that was 16 in 1979 give them a call or something like that.
Or if if you know anyone that was 16 in the early 13th century, dig them up and have a beer with them.