Ask and You Shall Receive
What do people with a peg tooth, no belly button, and differently sized feet, some with missing bones, have in common?
a) They’ve all been characters in a Flannery O’Connor short story
b) They all made an appearance yesterday on my giveaway post’s comments.
c) Possibly both.
My post yesterday got more comments than my last 50 posts combined, which is both a sad fact about the previous 50 posts and a surprising fact to know that an Amazon gift certificate could introduce me to such an array of entertaining folks with uncanny multitasking abilities when it comes to bodily functions. I certainly can’t burp and fart at the same time. (Although when I was a kid I did used to have what I called the Burp Dance, which was a move that involved chanting and knee shaking and enabled me to burp on demand. It drove my brother batty. “How does that always work?!” he would scream in confusion.)
Anyway, if you ever think the world has gotten too normal, by all means, check out the comments on my post, especially this one from Sharla, AKA my new best friend:
I think horned melon looks really gross, I want to live closer to the beach and I’d even be glad to help clean it up, I think Princess Beard is adorable (I teach preschool out of my home and she is actually quite talented), I hope you’re healed now from that infection, and you are funny even when you don’t try, although your dog is cute. Oh, and about me, I love getting free stuff but I like finding blogs I want to read even more. I’m now a subscriber!
Here’s one more sample comment, from Nick PapaGeorgio of Cubelife STL (His name’s not PapaGeorgio! It’s Rusty Griswold and he’s a C+ student!):
In 1992 I went down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. While down in the French Quarter, I met a girl about my age who looked totally goth, which was kind of a turn on for me.
We sat in this dark, smokey bar for hours and talked literature, music, etc. She was into The Cure (big surprise), early Depeche Mode (once again, big surprise) and really like Edgar Allen Poe. Me, being a Poe fan, led to us talking about Poe and all of his dark and twisted glory.
After about 3 hours of this, she invited me back to the place she was staying at. I thought I would get lucky, so I went along. We walked about 2 blocks north of the French Quarter to this old but very nice house. She let me in and when I walked in I could not notice but how dark and muggy it was in there, even more so than outside. She asked me to follow her and I go nervous when I heard several other voices.
Well long story short, she and her friends claimed that they were vampires and thought I would be a good addition to their brood since I could be a transition between the typical member and the typical population.
Needless to say that I bolted out of that house and ran faster than I think I had ever ran before.
Oh, New Orleans, I miss her so.
Hey Nick, if that girl’s name was Christine, you were right to run.
And since we’re already on the subject of New Orleans, here’s a wonderful Wordless Wednesday shot from Tricia at Momdot. How much you want to bet that guy was headed to Oz?
Looking forward to more fascinating stories and quirky life details y’all.
