The little man sleeps soundly, for the most part. But when something is troubling him the old Morrow genes kick in, presenting themselves in the form of sleepwalking and sleeptalking. His most recent stressor? The trailer for the Coraline movie, of all things. I was surprised by how thoroughly it spooked him (guess he didn’t inherit his parents’ goth genes). But he’s been fixated for the last several weeks, in an attraction/repulsion sort of way. Everyone enjoys getting scared and being thrilled, to varying degrees, but my son has a lower threshold than most of his peers. I don’t think he suffers from koumpounophobia, but he seems particularly freaked out by Coraline because of the buttons-for-eyes theme. At his behest I pulled out my copy of the book and have been reading it to him chapter by chapter. All the while reassuring him that Coraline comes out of it all right in the end, with her original eyes intact.
I’ve always been claustrophobic and freaked out by razor sharp implements, but as an adult I’m more frightened by the mundane than by horror movie gimmickry. Like what Roto Rooter might find in my backed up sewer main and how much a dig will cost me (unless a blow bag really does the trick). Or by my high-functioning autistic son being picked on more often as he gets older. His psychologist reminded me that kids are going through puberty earlier and earlier these days, and with puberty comes increased bullying. Also on my mind lately…the fear that I may never fall in love again, with someone who feels the same way. And that I may give in to one of my unsuitable suitors, just to avoid being alone.
What frightens you?
Yesterday we missed out on the Art Sled Rally at Powderhorn Park but my friend Chuck shot some great video of it. My faves are the 20-sided die and the Land Cruiser sled. Our alternate Saturday plan involved swinging by Mitrebox for Cupcakes, a stop at the Room and Board Outlet for discounted goods (I now have a comfy ottoman!) and meeting up with friends at the Art Shanties. Fun, to be sure, but it was ridiculously windy. We stuck it out just long enough to see the art car parade on ice.
Bonus: Via yewknee.com, “The Video Guide To Successful Seduction - there’s some inappropriate touching at the end but let’s be honest, the whole thing is pretty creepy and weird. The Detroit guys are pure perfection.” I love the woman at the end, shimmying around in her sweater dress. Wow.
Plus: The Pink Tentacle delivers, yet again, with some amazing snow sculptures at the Sapporo Snow Festival 2009 (check out Kinnikuman!) and the mind-boggling video clips of Starfish Hitler, a Government of Darkness (G.O.D.) villain who battled superhero Kamen Rider X on TV in 1974.
And: Just came across The Skint Vegan - a blog by a family of vegans in Scotland. We are everywhere! Including my home turf. Turns out there’s a vegan cooking show based in Minneapolis but I found out about it through the Post Punk Kitchen.
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I think “Sharyn and the Unsuitable Suitors” is a good band name.
Ha! I already have a solo project (Angry Butterfly) but could roll with such a band, if I found suitable backup members. Or unsuitable ones.
When I was a kid my dad used to fix his friend’s tv’s Sometimes, well it seemed like most of the time he would leave them on for days and nights, weeks just waiting to see what would heat up or burn out. All these tv’s were stacked up on top of each other in a side room in the house. The intro to Dr. Who came on once when I was in that room by myself in the dark and totally freaked me out. The music, the swirling vortex thingie all of it.
Now I don’t know what I’m afraid of, other than the average personal professional failure type stuff. You know since I don’t have a profession that’s scarier than you might realize.
I was afraid of your new layout for a new second because I thought you had shut the site down. Glad to see you didn’t.
Fear not, dear Alice, it is still me!
The crazy stacked TV wall could totally be freaky, especially with the Dr. Who intro. Or the Twilight Zone. Or Poltergeist. Trippy like woah.
i secretly live in fear of regret. oh wait, i guess not so secretly now. i’m always afraid that i’ll throw myself into something or someone wholeheartedly and then after the crushing blow the regret will come creeping in and make me even more miserable. when i was younger i used to live by the saying “i’d rather regret doing something than not doing something” but now i just don’t want to deal with the feeling of “i should have known better.”
at the same time, regret is a lousy feeling and state of mind, but i do prefer it to the feeling of what if? you get when you chicken out.
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