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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Scare Tactics

Like Inigo Montoya, I've been starting conversations in strange ways of late. "Let me see your hand. Hold it up like this. Let's see..." Then I compare the respective lengths of index fingers and ring fingers. After I have aroused sufficient curiosity, I refer to this article.
I think I have been mixing up the diagnoses. The short index finger has nothing to do with Alzheimer's. Sorry to those of you who may have sustained irreparable emotional damage through my small talk.

Sorry, I just thought we should post SOMETHING.

Sunday, August 2, 2009


Imagine my joy today as William pulls out all of the videos and tosses them on the floor. Then imagine my ultimate delight as he pulls out Gumby. Yes, I am being sarcastic. I have already posted a while ago that I do not like Gumby. (Please forgive me if Gumby is your hero!) I was groaning on the inside. I tried to get Will to choose another show, and I almost had him. However, my supreme dedication to my son's happiness prevented me from preventing his enjoyment of the show. (And I didn't want to admit to myself that the reason I wouldn't let him watch it is because I have a Gumby phobia.) I quickly ran to my laptop after I pressed the play button, put on my earphones, and cursed my playlist for not starting quickly enough. I didn't even want to hear Gumby playing! I don't even want to post his picture and taint my blog!

I looked up "fear of Gumby" on the Internet. I recommend not doing this. While I saw many eye opening and even unpleasant views on Gumby, it seems no one else on the world wide web is afraid of Gumby. It seems I am alone in the universe. Who will go to therapy with me??? I have decided that you will now be in my therapy session. I'm going out on a limb here, sharing a deep inter part of my soul.......

Hi. My name is Meridy.
(Hi Meridy.)

I am afraid of that little green claymation figure named Gumby. In fact, I am afraid of all early claymation.
(Really? Why do you think Gumby has this affect on you?)

I think it is because it seems unnatural to me that objects, that look almost humanesc, but not human enough, are moving in strange environs, doing strange things, and having strange things happen to them. I imagine it is similar to how it would feel to see a zombie mother grocery shopping with her children one morning--strange and disconcerting, but not enough so that it causes absolute terror as it would if zombies were coming after you at night.

Actually, I've never been to therapy....what happens after the confession?