Cussedness

Blood tests in ten day to check level and then I should be to normally cussed self instead of supercussed self.

I have been trying to pin point just how much older my cousin Ken was who used to babysit when I was a kid. He was a horrendous tease who used who like to ambush me around the swinging doors in the dark, in the middle of creature feature when I was small. We get to the middle of the scarest parts, sitting in the darkened room and I'd notice that somehow he'd vanished. At this point I'd be sitting in the room alone. Usually I was age seven and up. These were the old universal black and whites. Color was new on tv in the early 60s and things like the body snatchers was intense fare. I never learned. Sooner or later, I would head into the kitchen which meant going through those damned swinging doors. No matter how hard I steeled myself I couldn't prevent a twitch and a yell. Ornery cuss. I much preferred the daylight with that one because he usually spent the baby sitting sessions sitting in a tree while I threw rocks at him once I overtook his laughing ass. By the time I was a young teen the tv fare was Hammer horror flicks from the UK and Ken would sometimes come by and some of the older cousins and some of the younger. We had moved and one of the old aviaries had been rebuilt into a game room in the back with tv and couches which was great for scary movies. You never knew who was going to show up for family gatherings and I paid Ken back in spades for convincing me once that Dracula had come after me one night. But it definitely colors the spikier sense of humor in some of my fiction. When he asked me to hand him the popcorn he got a bowl of "bloody noodles" instead. I then dumped it on his head curtesy of Dracula and ran screaming into the house before he could catch me. Fortunately he was a very good sport about it. He also did not tell anyone about the bat in the dark I hit him with when I was twelve, but then it isn't every little girl who sees Dracula at her window. He sat for the longest time rubbing his head, saying "it's me, it's me." We made pact on that one. It was a seriously bad joke. I would not tell that I had clonked him and he would not tell about wearing a halloween mask at my window and sceaming "booga booga". The 60s were a far more innocent time.

Cussedness Godwar Central Station LEVEL 20 ARCH-CURMUDGEON ALL HATE MAIL WILL BE POSTED I am an out of the closet, bi-sexual gender queer and have long believed that the personal is political. Perhaps that is simply a bit of 1960s idealism that most people have outgrown; but it remains near and dear to me. I am the best-selling dark fantasy ebook author of the Dark Brothers of the Light series. I made my first short story sale at 23. it appeared in Amazons! which took the World Fantasy Award for best anthology in 1980 February 2004: In The Darkness Hunting: Tales of Chimquar the Lionhawk (wildside press) Dark Brothers of the Light Series. Renaissance Ebooks.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: sleeping mostly Read/Post Comments (1) Share on Facebook		2003-09-27 11:31 AM still loopy Blood tests in ten day to check level and then I should be to normally cussed self instead of supercussed self. I have been trying to pin point just how much older my cousin Ken was who used to babysit when I was a kid. He was a horrendous tease who used who like to ambush me around the swinging doors in the dark, in the middle of creature feature when I was small. We get to the middle of the scarest parts, sitting in the darkened room and I'd notice that somehow he'd vanished. At this point I'd be sitting in the room alone. Usually I was age seven and up. These were the old universal black and whites. Color was new on tv in the early 60s and things like the body snatchers was intense fare. I never learned. Sooner or later, I would head into the kitchen which meant going through those damned swinging doors. No matter how hard I steeled myself I couldn't prevent a twitch and a yell. Ornery cuss. I much preferred the daylight with that one because he usually spent the baby sitting sessions sitting in a tree while I threw rocks at him once I overtook his laughing ass. By the time I was a young teen the tv fare was Hammer horror flicks from the UK and Ken would sometimes come by and some of the older cousins and some of the younger. We had moved and one of the old aviaries had been rebuilt into a game room in the back with tv and couches which was great for scary movies. You never knew who was going to show up for family gatherings and I paid Ken back in spades for convincing me once that Dracula had come after me one night. But it definitely colors the spikier sense of humor in some of my fiction. When he asked me to hand him the popcorn he got a bowl of "bloody noodles" instead. I then dumped it on his head curtesy of Dracula and ran screaming into the house before he could catch me. Fortunately he was a very good sport about it. He also did not tell anyone about the bat in the dark I hit him with when I was twelve, but then it isn't every little girl who sees Dracula at her window. He sat for the longest time rubbing his head, saying "it's me, it's me." We made pact on that one. It was a seriously bad joke. I would not tell that I had clonked him and he would not tell about wearing a halloween mask at my window and sceaming "booga booga". The 60s were a far more innocent time. Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top