question marks at the mayfair

The above picture was taken by me on my camera phone, possibly rather worse for wine given the blurriness, but what I want to point out are the series of what look like question marks hovering over the back of the bar. I did not photo shop the question marks.

Perhaps it is just a trick of the light?


Ok so it is almost Halloween and so I am compelled to post some scary videos.
This is of an exorcism performed in church in France. I think the Nuns look more scary than the possessed woman; but nuns like policemen kind of make me nervous at the best of times.






If this really is a recording of an exorcism or even if it is a crazy person in a Russian Church, the voices bother me.

criss is the Sh*t

Rube how can you say this man is not hot ?

I watched Phenomenon yesterday while I was performing a mindless task at work. (Go to NBC.com if you are interested) I was disappointed. The show is rather contrived. I don’t think that if the guy with the nail gun actually nailed his head that NBC would have let us see as the show is pre recorded. Pre-recording takes the “thrill” out of the whole act.

The lack of pre- recording and a studio setting is what makes Criss Angel so amazing. I am sure that you have seen some of his work, but the following videos really made me scratch my head. How did he do it?

The very nature of what Criss Angel does then has me thinking about Jesus and his miracles. What if Jesus was an illusionist? That would explain a lot. Couldn’t a mentalist way back when persuade the masses that he was a God?

If Criss Angel wanted to cloister himself in an “Angel Compound” and convince his followers that he was the second coming of Christ I bet that there are some people who would be convinced.

On the other hand I started to wonder if there are some people that are paranormal; oddities of Nature as we know it. If I was a “Freak of Nature” I would prefer to pass myself off as an Illusionist, Mentalist with great talent. Better to be known as the best trickster on record than become a science experiment in some secretive government lab.

Anyway these are the videos that really had me going: enjoy the thrill!

phenomenon?

This looks like a promising reality show. Apparently it started in Israel and the American premier is tonight.

Perhaps what is “paranormal” to one person is simply “normal” to another. Laws of Physics are not questioned, just extended beyond our understanding of said laws. Who can say with complete certainty there are not some people who actually have a different type of mental capacity and or biological magnetism that allow the things that the masses would say are not possible to be possible?

I can not paint a realistic painting, or play a violin or belt out a command performance at an opera. I would have no idea how to even try. However just because I can not do it does not mean that it, obviously, can not be done. I think in the same way that certain people are born with a gift for the above things, so are some people born with a slightly less understood yet equally amazing gift for what we call paranormal phenomenon.

Anyway, I am going to check out the show tonight!

Let the games begin

International Philosophy at its best! Perhaps we should put all the world leaders out on a soccer field and see what happens?

Unfortunately I don’t think that GW would be up to muster; we will have to wait for Hillary to get the game going. I can envision her putting some fancy foot work over on Putin and Ahmadinejad.

If nothing else it would definitely validate the clinton soccer-mom directive. I find it insulting that anyone would suggest that as a woman I would vote for a woman just because she is a woman. That is like the republican stance on Quayle, the woman will all vote for him because he is good looking. Political analysts should not underestimate the intelligence of Woman voters.

I want a smart Leader who thinks things through before taking action. The more thought that is invoked, the more chance we have of scoring a goal.

Malfeasance in the Vatican or Hell?

Dead Pope John Paul II is Flaming? As much as that may be a hehe to my gay friends, I some how have to attribute a bit of tongue and cheak-iness to said comment, lest I burn in hell. Well by Catholic rehtoric I shall be seeing my gay friends there and therefore not be in damnation alone: praise be god


"Vatican news director, Jarek Cielecki, believes this image is of Pope John Paul II waving from beyond the grave! How you doin' Pope?

He appeared during a commemoration ceremony at Beskid Zywiecki in Poland.
Jarek said, : "You can see the image of a person in the flames and I think it is the servant of God, Pope John Paul II."

The Pope has never appeared to me, but I may say with great clarity: this is not The Pope. Now to make the story more interesting, it could be demons impersonating the pope. Pope John Paul was way too ancient to make the moves the fire demon is making. Not the Pope: a flicker of the eye? Is this a capture of the imagination; or who can really say?

Now this is a great video that I am sure is 100% true. The only problem is why the guard is swearing in English instead of well, his native language? If I heard what he did and saw what he did, I doubt that I would lay back on English. Of course the "ghost" at the station in Singapore was speaking english so may be he just repsonded in Kind?

I just did a picture of my new kitchen renovation, and I am sure I have a twin unit of ghosts over the stove..

Anxious in the Big Easy: dichotomy of terms

Nightmares:

"The current usage of the term nightmare refers to a dream which causes the sleeper a strong unpleasant emotional response. Nightmares typically feature fear or horror, and/or the sensations of pain, falling, drowning or death. They can be related to physiological causes, such as a high fever; psychological ones, such as unusual trauma or stress in the sleeper's life; or commonly for no apparent cause. Nightmares can be so stressful as to suddenly wake the sufferer in a state of distress, which may prevent falling back to sleep for some time."


This is what I have in every form. I dream of heads and cutting them off, I dream of people chasing me, I dream of death.

I am now having a problem even wanting to sleep because my dreams are now emancipating into rape (of me) and mutilation where I can not seem to get away. With the “head” dream, I clearly cut them off and hid them in boxes in my luggage. I kept asking my roommate: can you smell anything” I could smell it and was worried about discovery. In my dream I was trying to get rid of the heads. Half way through the dream I woke up covered in sweat.

I think I am too young to be going thru hot flashes so I asked my “doctor that is sensitive to my mind” and he said no – absolutely not. You are just trying to resolve something.

So I go back to sleep and a mini cooper with freaks is chasing me in the desert trying to recover the heads that I am attempting to bury. I am like I so have a four wheel drive you are meat: they back off in the dream. I then try to burry the heads, but the sands keeps blowing and they (the heads)just will not go way. My dream does not back off and repeats over and over as it has done for almost a week.

So last night I thought to take no dr. meds, (lexapro) but ambien so I could sleep.

I woke up in the desert with the heads that I chopped off in the back of my jeep trying to find a place to bury them in the sand. The wind blew and blew and the heads never got covered up.

Nothing resolved Dr. Block..

I now will move on to a real situation that happened on Sunday. I was standing – not a dream real life, in front of my house, smoking a cig. A little gray Mini Cooper strolled really slowly in front of the house, like at 1 mile per hour then stopped for a second. It was odd. An “IT” for a lack of a better term was looking out of the rear passenger window. Why I say “IT” is because of the androgynous state of the appearance. At first I thought it was a sight seer woman looking at my next door neighbor’s home. Sh_IT – looked; well it was weird: a hair doo like Shawn Cassidy in the 70’ s or 80’ s but bleached blonde, Glasses out of “Top Gun” and a smile that was only reminiscent of Jim Carey’s tooth eating macabre grin, but whiter and bigger, in “Something About Irene”.

I looked at the car as it slowed, the “thing IT” looked at me. I noted the other people in the car all looked clean cut and in suits. I could not make them out as the Mini Coopers’ windows were tinted.The really odd thing is that as this car moved slowly in front of my house, I could see the odd Shaun Cassidy “its" teeth and hair and glasses shined clearly, but only see the shadows of the driver, front passenger and back seat person.

Okay down to the cut of the worse of my nightmare: which is I swear 100% true, this Mini Cooper with the grinning weirdo in the back passenger seat goes by slowly. The car gets to the stop sign around 20 yards away and them immediately goes into reverse.They reverse the car straight back to me. I am not very defensive as I feel more dumbfounded than defensive.

At first I thought they are going to look at my neighbor’s house again: knowing that all along that is not when then slowed down to begin with. So they back down the street and stop directly in front of me.

All I can see is this crazy looking person with whitish blondish hair and huge sunglasses with an even larger toothy grin looking directly at me. I backed towards the door, but before I got there, a Flash went off. At first I thought shit she"IT "shot me. Turns out, I guess, they just took my picture.

The whole incident has me unnerved and rather scared. I shared it with a cop friend and a bounty hunter friend and they said I should be scared: do a sketch or why did I not get a plate number? Not kind: but practical advise.

What to do about nightmares though? I am used to being scared awake, but waking up in a deep depression of sweat anxiousness from a dream ? This is not anything I know what to do with; ergo why I am asking everyone that reads this blog to comment and put my fears to rest or remedy the situation with advise.

Boo Boo

With all the “American Bashing” that goes on in the “blogosphere”, this is a refreshing really funny look at a woman who embodies the term: “Salt of the Earth”.

One of my best friends basically called me a liar yesterday. I was incredibly insulted and upset. I am still upset with the friend, but this video sort of got me out of my funk.

It is kind of long, but got a hearty laugh out of me which was well worth the wait and watch!

Something Ironic in the tool used for these two...

I might have reached my all time depraved low with this post. However, after discussing it with a woman co- worker we decided that it was the funniest “gross / ewww” thing that we have seen in a while.

I kind of had to do an “O-o” as a friend of mine likes to a put it: a slight smile as it brought to mind all the times that people have come into the gallery and touched the art work.

You can see them priming themselves and then when they think you are not looking: out pops the index finger and they are touching the wet paint. I have to shake my head and tell them if they ruin the piece, they are buying it.

They are usually too embarrassed to ask me for a Kleenex to wipe off the index finger and they do not want to get oil paint on their clothes so they typically do a quick retreat out of the gallery.

If they decide to hang out with their paint encrusted finger they always ask: “how does the artist do that? Surely not with a brush?” My main artist uses a pallet knife. I must say it would make my day to see the clients face after they touched the work if this was the tool used to produce the artwork…

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A few Tuesday thoughts...