I watched a program on TLC the other evening about a family who moved into a house that was a gateway for demons to and from hell.
Remember when TLC was The Learning Channel and you got to watch shows about animals and science and surgery and such, and now it brodacasts remodeling shows 24/7? Apparently, having your home exorcised is a kind of remodel.
I called in sick yesterday only to find that both my roomates had done the same. The Derby was temporarily renamed The Den of Germs. I slept for huge stretches of time and made up for several hundred lost calories. It doesn't help that all the Derbies and Derb-sattellites are somewhat unhappy in their jobs and incredibly busy with said jobs lately.
I think Seattle needs a November thru March exorcism. The demons aren't picking on everybody, but the ones they've targeted are getting picked up by their throats and made to feel hopeless. We're walking around on eggshells, wondering which portrait is going to start melting off the wall next. Maybe this is a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I can't help but feel that something's gotta be running amok. Don't they make some kind of protective suit for this?
Speaking of someone who's just come through some sort of David Cronenberg inspired extra-dimensional vortex, all I can say is that things over here look just peachy! Plenty of time -- time to do whatever you want, and nobody to tell you to, "stop daydreaming and get back to work!". It's really quite pleasant.
Of course, I know it's only temporary, and that eventually the vortex will reverse itself, throwing me back into the world of alarm clocks, deadlines and performance appraisals, but for the moment I'm just going to enjoy my little vacation in Nowhereland.
I guess what I'm saying is: don't be afraid if you see the vortex open in front of you, just step through and let the wormhole rollercoaster shoot you through the loop-the-loop to the other side.
Posted by: KING COMTE I at November 19, 2004 12:49 PM