Thursday, August 7, 2008


Did you ever notice that most people have a crooked nose? I'm sure it has to do with the fact that though faces are fairly symmetrical, they are most certainly not exactly symmetrical. I've spent a lot of time in plays, for instance, having to sit/stand/be very still and having little to do except watch other people's faces. So, I've gathered a lot of evidence to support my theory.

So, switching gears, it's August, but in Boston/Cambridge it feels like fall. It's dark and rainy and cool. Admittedly, it is easier to be outside, but there's something to be said about the loving glow provided by the sun and how it makes you feel like everything is ok. I've been remarking with the lovely J that days like these make me feel like I'm in an Edgar Allan Poe story. And that guy was messed up! First, the dude (a child of 2 actors) married his 13-year-old cousin, and when he died at 40, they weren't sure what killed him , but the causes that they thought possible at the time were: alcohol, brain congestion, cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, and tuberculosis. Holy potato, that's a lot of possibilities right there!

I would hate to have rabies. Like, a lot. I know that they no longer have to do that thing where they give you 20 long-needled shots in stomach, but still. I saw Cujo and I know I do not want to be a slobbery-murdering mess. I think Cujo was the shaggy dog equivalent of a zombie. Mmmmm...braaaaaaaaiiiinnnsss!

So, in closing, I'm throwing my hat in the ring for most random. I'm lookin' at you, here, Ouiser...


Wonderland said...

Even with rabis, I don't think you would turn into a murdering mess. Slobbery? Maybe. Murdering? No. xoxoxo

die Frau said...

No, with rabies you can get all crazy and murdery, I think, because it does affect your brain. I don't plan to find out, though.

Poe was a total weirdo. He was found wearing someone else's clothes, incoherent, then taken to the hospital where he died. There's a theory about the clothes thing that has to do with voting scams--ask me and I'll tell you about it. Another bizarre point: Practically all of his relatives died of TB. Mother, father, wife/cousin, a few others. Maybe that's what makes his stories so great.

And I am totally taking the random queen title. You're going down, Greenie.

Ouiser said...

game on.