In Search of Apotropaic Devices

Warding off evil... not as simple as one might think.

I used to think that if you live a good life, give to charity, be kind to others, and generally follow the golden rule, the law of "what comes around, goes around" will return the same to you. Not! I interact daily with a person who has weekly lessons with the Satan on how to be more evil. (I don't know how much she charges him...heh heh heh!)

Oh... back to warding off evil. It's hard to pick the right course of action. There are many techniques, methods, symbols and objects that aid can help keep evil at bay or defeat it permanently. Wooden stakes and silver crosses, magic/silver bullets, holy water, feng shui, garlic cloves, the color red, magic knives made of hippopotamus ivory, icons and religious artifacts, rabbits feet and horse shoes, rue (Ruta graveolens -- is a European perennial herb), and gargoyles.

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Don't try this at home.

Celebrity Look-Alikes

Watching The Apprentice this evening, I couldn't escape the same nagging feeling I've had since I watched the first episode. Every time I see Randal I think, "I've seen this guy before...". But WHERE?

I couldn't figure it out. It grated at me... until tonight!







SQUIDWARD!!!!

Already?

My brother-in-law called the house this past Friday, proud to be sitting back enjoying his day's work. He decorated his house for Christmas. Christmas! It's bad enough that the stores start selling the stuff as soon as Hallowe'en passes... It must run in the family. My wife would have the house decorated from Labour Day to Valentine's Day.





It's too freakin' early to be complaining that it's too freakin' early to see Christmas stuff everywhere.

One man's junk...

Englebert Humperdinck is still making someone happy.

Music helps pass the time for me when I'm driving. I made a spindle full of assorted CDs about a year and a half ago for a long road trip. I put everything from Alice Cooper to Johnny Cash to Englebert Humperdinck on those CDs. While my wife dozes and my son plays Playstation, I'll sing along to my tunes while I drive. My taste in music is a source of ribbing, teasing, and at times friction during the road trip and for a short time afterwards. Six or seven songs will pass while my wife snoozes, but a song will come on that she doesn't like coincidentally just as she wakes up from her slumber. "You have lousy taste in music!"

Well, "someone" spilled a hot chocolate over my CDs and I couldn't play them. I'm not paranoid, but I don't think it was an accident. ;-) The CD's have sat for over a year, waiting for me to clean them, until yesterday. We visited friends, Shirley and Kevin, last evening. Shirley asked if I would make her a CD for her own road trips. I immediately went to the van and returned with the CDs, and gave her the whole sticky stack.


She just called me, Englebert Humperdinck belting out "After the Loving" in the background and told me how wonderful I am. (I am, you know!)

By the way, the Johnny Cash link is worth clicking on if you like innovative website designs. This one is slick.

Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work...

Work work work work... that's all I'm doing and all I'm thinking about these days. I'm starting to get to the point that when I'm not working, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not complaining... I'm giving myself a verbal warning. I don't want to turn into a work-aholic. I reassure myself that I'm not driven by ambition, but by a strong, sincere desire to support the troops, so to speak.

Just get through the next month...without developing a twitch.

She said, "Gordie baby, I know exactly what you mean."

There's no simple explanation for anything important any of us do. Now the human tragedy consists of the necessity of living with the consequences. Under pressure. Under pressure.

The Tragically Hip

Nuff said.

Haven't forgotten you....

For my readers (both of you)... ;)

I haven't forgotten you. I'm just kind of busy right now. Things are kind of hectic at work and I'm trying to keep a balance between customer and company. I seem to just piss people off. Oh well... what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. Right. Right?

Anyways, I decided to look around and share with you the first thing that caught my eye. I skipped around a few blogs and came across this blog entry.

"I can't write. You may think this is what I'm doing now, but you're wrong. There are words, and then there are words. There are no words for what I want to write about. I have started this post four times already. There are hidden words that no one will ever see..."

This lady seems to be a talented, but very sad writer, missing her friend. Her words struck me and made me realize how lucky I am to have what I have. (I come across this realization often; it never ceases to amaze me how truly lucky I am.) I don't normally post responses on stranger's sites, but I couldn't help myself.

G'night all. I'm closing down my computer and going home to my family.