Friday, July 13, 2007

Territory I Knew


Going over this fence, I managed to get no less than six bruises. What started out as a good idea seemed less smart as I nearly impaled myself. I was stuck in the middle -- couldn't go back to where I was or forward to where I wanted to go. No shock there -- this was territory I knew. Why did I have to climb over the fence? Well, I wasn't supposed to be there. Damn, another situation that made way too much sense to me. I got my dress unstuck and crawled down into the grass. Metaphors are like that -- totally obvious when you're in pain and peril.

I almost never lie around in the grass. But here it's good because the fence reminded me of The Omen which cheers me up a lot. Not like the spate of dumbass horror movies that came after, not that I want to name names, but does Saturday the 14th ring any bells? And I didn't really have time to think about bugs and other creatures in the grass, especially a random squirrel or something that could really put the fear of God in me. I'd have to go back over, but I wasn't thinking about that. I was in the moment, thinking about the shot. The bruises hadn't formed yet, but they would, big round ones in the shape of ringworms. So maybe I was right about the dangers of nature all along. Of course, I'd never blame the metal spikes, the ones that protect even as they harm.

Michelle's Spell of the Day

"I can only say that my roots are in humor, and even in the heavier work the humor tends to lend a greater credibility, a feel of real life. " William Peter Blatty

Cocktail Hour

Drinking Friday the 13th party suggestion:

Shinerbock (the best beer ever -- from Texas, yeah buddy!)
A bunch of horror movies
A person who can cook

Benedictions and Maledictions

Be safe, my sweethearts, on Friday the 13th!

13 comments:

Pope Benedict XVI said...

A metaphor is an implied, poetic comparison, which, by the way, you have down pat, Michelle, even it's Friday the 13th and not St. Patrick's Day! You have the true faith of poetry, Michelle. You have not strayed from the fold, my child. Bless you. Know of my prayers.

Martin Luther Blatty said...

Your mother sucks devil cock in hell.

Rodney Dangerfield said...

Seeing that photo, Michelle, I know I could use an indulgence with you, if you know what I mean. Fence me in, if you know what I mean.

George Costanza said...

I can cook! And I'm not gay! Not that there's anything wrong with that!

John Astin said...

I'm Dickens. He's Fenster.

Marty Feldman said...

I see no fence.

Bo from Ann Arbor said...

Our defense will kill Ohio State.

Rachel Ray said...

I'm having the time of my life and my husband cooks for me!

Charles Gramlich said...

Your committment to getting the shot is admirable, Michelle. Fortunately I don't bruise easily.

Cheri said...

Harassment continues still... Pathetic.


You'll always look at this picture and think back to what you had to do to get it, and you'll probably never do it again. =D

Miller Man said...

MGD with a side of peppermint schnapps. It just doesn't get any better than this in Chismas is July. So grab for all the carpe diem you can! God bless George Bush! Death to Bin Laden!

Short Bus, Special said...

we's knows our's names and addresseses
and where we's works ats!

U

the walking man said...

Martin Luther Blatty said...I can feel you and your presence in the spiritual realm of my existence.

This I say to you; loss upon loss, death after death, the sun will shine upon you and you will not see light, for every depth you feel it will fill with the water that you may float to the top only to drown again.

curse upon curse will follow you for the rest of your mortal breath.

The Walking Man