Cockroaches...

Phew.... what a week its been.  I apologize this post is a little lackluster... I've had one of those weeks... and it's unfortunately only Wednesday.  I'm tired, and warm, and spent the latter half of my work day breathing in the fumes of melting plastic coming into my office through the AC vent directly behind my desk.  I was dizzy and very likely lost several very important brain cells.

On to the bugs.  Cockroaches.

Ee gads.  There are not many bugs that I refuse to have anything to do with.  I find most arachnids fascinating.  Even the majority of insects do not bother me.  Cockroaches on the other hand creep me out.  

There is no real reason for this fear.  I was never cornered in a dark alley by an ugly bug the size of my hand.  I've never moved an object only to have an ungodly amount of them go scurrying from the sudden light.  I'm not even sure that I have ever been within close enough proximity to warrant the shivers I get when I see a cockroach.  They are the one insect that I see in nature and I run the other way.  That, or if I happen to be surprised by one, I leap into the air and squeal.

Perhaps it is that they can survive a nuclear explosion.  Perhaps it's that they can be large enough to make an audible crunch when you crush them ... More then likely, it's that they are just plain horrible to see.  They are just ugly.  The creepy spines on their legs.  The greasy sheen of their bodies.  The intense scuttle when you catch them unawares.  The way you blink and even though there is no where it should have been able to run and hide in the short time your eyes were not on it...  they vanish!  I've never even seen one that is bigger then the top knuckle of my thumb...  but I know they are out there.....  waiting............  

And one day I'll be somewhere....  not expecting it and I will see this.....  

Or heaven forbid this..........  

Blech!  

Undead Children...

Well, I'm officially excited for Halloween.  I still don't know where I am going to spend the evening of October 31st, but I now know I am not going to be a cat.  I was more interested in not spending any money then really finding something that I would love.  In perusing the internet sites looking at the cheap and cheesy female costumes out there... genius hit!  Now to enlist the aid of my roommate to assist me in making a skirt to finish it off... and I'm still not spending any money on it!  So I can now look forward to my favorite holiday with happiness and not so much stress.

That being said... lets move on to another of my fears.  As I had alluded to in my previous post...

Undead Children

I'm not talking about zombie, risen from the dead children, but GHOST children.  Risen from the dead children are normally not as intent on vengeance so much as motivated to simply kill haphazardly.  For some reason, the adorable blond haired child chasing me to eat my brains is not as horrifying as a ghost child waiting for me to come outside and assist me in finding their un-buried corpse so that they can rest in peace after an untimely death.  A ghost child always seems to have some sneaky way of tricking you into running off a cliff or stepping in front of a rampaging horse and carriage.  That is what makes them so horribly creepy to me.

Woman in Black scared me more then Dawn of the Dead.  Something about a being that is normally so joyous and peaceful becoming vengeful and supernatural...  Zombies I can deal with.  They have a weakness and can be killed with pretty much any blunt object laying around the house.  Ghost children are ghosts.  They can walk through walls and haunt you.  Since their lives were cut short, in movies it seems that they normally just want to be put to rest....  but not before starting up every creepy monkey toy in the unlit playroom.

Children are supposed to be light and airy, romping in the garden with dolly.  When that play time is cut short in life but continues on in death...  I can't even imagine......  And they always have the scariest effing laughter that seems to come from everywhere all at once.

Weeping Angels...

I thought when I first started this blog chain that I would first and foremost start out talking about my intense Coulrophobia.  It would be the one true and real phobia that I have... and it would also be the one that I might be able to talk about with the most depth and whatnot.  However, the thought of writing about it made me feel queasy   So, I decided to start out with something a little less terrifying.... 

The Weeping Angels of Doctor Who

I am relatively new to Who.  However I am hooked!  And for whatever reason the weeping angels are the creepiest things on that show thus far.  

At first, all you see is a simple, sad angel made of stone.  Sitting in the garden among the shrubs...  Then you turn away and when you look back!!  BAM!  Evil creepy scary snarling stone thing.

I do NOT like that.  In the teaser for this episode the tenth Doctor is telling someone via video recording Don't blink!  That is when they will get you.... they are fast, faster then you can imagine.  DON'T BLINK!  The basis is that as long as you are looking at the angel they are a statue.  When you turn away they move with incredible speed and silence until they are right there, snarling and ready to pounce.  There have now been three episodes of Doctor Who with the angels, and each just makes them more and more creepy to me.  There have been times when I catch myself giving wide berth to a statue in public.  Of course I feel silly once I realize it's been done, but I can't help my subconscious.  It does what it wants to.  

The first episode involving the angels it was just a normal garden statue come to life to haunt the characters in a house.  It was creepy in itself, but nothing really TERRIFYING, just another alien villain on a TV show.  The next time they were on, there were multiple angels and strobe lights and it just scared me!  Nothing to have nightmares about, at least not nightmares I can remember having.  I had vaguely forgotten this fear, until The Angels Take Manhattan! the fall finale that was aired last Saturday night.  Yeah...  Up until this episode, the weeping angels are just angel statues.  Sure I can avoid the random angel statue in LA.  However, in The Angels Take Manhattan episode....  every damn statue in New York is a weeping angel, or  weeping statue... or whatever....  They ALL come to life and want to take humans.  

Remember this internet meme:

Well........  It looks something like this:

The Statue of Liberty.  The Red Cross nurse helping a child in statue form.  They are EVERYWHERE.  And they are here to abduct humans for their own sinister deeds......  However...  they also introduced..... THESE:

Mother Effin Baby Weeping Angel Cherubs!  Oh man!  Come ON!  This combines two of my fears in one horrifying being.  Weeping angels that could be any statue on earth come to get me... and undead children (a fear that will likely be reviewed in a very near future post).  The childish psychotic giggling that haunts Rory in the dark.  Screw that!  I was just glad I watched the episode in the daytime and with company, even if that company was asleep.  

And that is why I have decided to start of my 31 days of scaring the crap outta myself with the Weeping Angels.  Working my way through my own private nightmare collection...  

31 Days of Facing my Own Fears....

OCTOBER IS HERE!  

This is the beginning of my favorite time of year.  Fall is upon us (even though I have yet to see any foliage actually change colors).  The weather is starting to cool down (even though it's almost 100º today).  Most important, Halloween is right around the corner (even though its on a Wednesday this year and thus might as well be just another week day).  

Halloween has been my favorite ever since I was a little girl, running around the neighborhood as Glenda the Good.  As I aged, I still always loved and looked forward to Halloween with great anticipation.  Agonizing over the details of a costume I had chosen the day after Halloween the previous year.  Even now, as an adult, I still look forward to dressing up and going out with friends to see and be seen by all those who enjoy the chance to be a child at heart.  There is truly nothing greater than receiving permission to dress up as someone else, run around the neighborhood like a wild child, all the while begging free candy from strangers.

Unfortunately, over the last few years, it has become more and more difficult to get myself in the mood for the holiday. It's become a chore trying to find a cute costume that isn't completely cheap.  It's even more difficult to find a cute costume that isn't just some slutty version of something awesome.  There is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING sexy about Freddy Kruger... or Big Bird for that matter.  You wanna do something sexy, be Rainbow Brite or She-Ra.  Skimpy costumes... without actually being just a slutty version.  It's just so difficult.  Add to that, going out on Halloween is just asking to be surrounding by Slutty Freddy and Babalicious Big Bird all night.  I just don't have the energy.  Me in my mid-thigh length skirt and cat ears all of a sudden becomes the matron kitty in the corner.  You just can't compete with a skin tight crayon dress.  You can make up hilarious jokes about the crayon and her relative brightness as compared to her crayon friends.  However, even that will only get you so far.

This year, I'm keeping it simple (and inexpensive) and I'm excited.  I am also going to attempt to get back to the root of Halloween.  The thing I loved most about it as I was growing up.  Getting the bujeezus scared out of me!  So every night that I can get a few minutes (and I'm hoping to find that most nights), I am going to write a post.  Each post is going to be something that scares me.  Some of them will be things that absolutely terrify me.  Some will be things that I simply find a little bit creepy.  Some of them will be things that you see in everyday occurrences.  While some will be things from TV or the internet or someone's very fucked up imagination.  They will be in no particular order, and hopefully by the time Halloween rolls around... there will be a list of 31 things I am scared of.  All in the effort to scare the bujeezus out of myself.........  And perhaps a random reader now and again.