Matilda’s New Digs: An October Ghost Story

Matilda’s New Digs: An October Ghost Story

“Don’t be fooled by new houses. They sit on old ground.” Matilda had no idea who had dropped the note in her mailbox, and she didn’t care to find out. There was too much unpacking to be done.

There were boxes for the upstairs, boxes for the downstairs, and boxes that were meant to go straight into the basement. It was her mother’s things, mostly, that went into exile down there — vintage lace dresses, crystal earrings, leather-bound collections of Shakespeare and Ibsen, things Matilda couldn’t bear to interact with, but didn’t have the heart to cast out. Matilda’s mother had been a stage actress with a considerable following and had died young. At the time, it struck Matilda as just the kind of thing her mother would do — slip away early, with no warning, just as she used to do at theater parties, heels pounding sidewalk before anyone had the chance to say a real goodbye. Over the years, the loss had done the opposite of what it was supposed to do; the wound grew deeper, echoing with old stories, jokes, her mother’s garrulous, self-assured laugh. How could someone who had been so alive be so very dead?

Matilda had a practical job and what she liked to think of as an uncomplicated life. Not for her were tumultuous affairs with directors, children by different, loutishly handsome fathers, champagne in the morning, tussles with the press. Matilda didn’t think of herself as boring. She’d had plenty of men, and women, for that matter, she just “wasn’t interested in drama,” as she put it in her online dating profiles. Was she betraying her mother’s legacy? Maybe.

After the moving men had gone, an inky twilight settled over the new house with its granite countertops and gleaming, virginal floors. Matilda opened up a bottle of wine. The pinot grigio tasted tingly, like she felt. A glass and a half in, there was a knock on the door.

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The Girl Who Went For a Ride: a tale of horror (maybe)

The Girl Who Went For a Ride: a tale of horror (maybe)

There once lived a girl who knew she was destined for great things, but great things were always taking too long to appear on her horizon. She bided her time with her husband, a street magician, and her best friend, whose main like of work was being an artist’s mistress. Greatness teased the girl, slyly peeking around the corner up ahead and disappearing again, laughing with other people at parties.

One autumn day, when the skies were clear but the air already smelled like snow, the girl was walking home from her job, when a long, black car pulled up next to her in the street. There was a man in the back seat of the car and he rolled his window down. The man’s eyes were shiny and rich and dead, like drops of oil. “I’ve been looking for you,” said the man, and opened the car door, inviting her in. The girl got in, congratulating herself on her bravery as she did so. Greatness required bravery. Continue reading “The Girl Who Went For a Ride: a tale of horror (maybe)”

Monday Music: the “it’s really Tuesday here now, but I had to work late” edition

I had a really fun weekend, which means that Monday came around and cracked me over the skull with a lead pipe, and took all of my money. You know when you’re so tired that you can no longer sleep? That’s pretty much me at the moment. But hey, it’s for a good cause. Did I mention the interview with Jyrki, The 69 Eyes frontman, we just ran? I have four words: Elvis, Dracula, Finland, leather. Hello Halloween.

Red Right Hand – Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Witches Song – Juliana Hatfield
Strange Brew – Eric Clapton
The Last Chance Texaco – Rickie Lee Jones
Blue Lips – Regina Spektor
Boys and Girls – Blur
Sidekick – Lisa Mitchell
There is a Happy Land – David Bowie
Storozh Sergeev – Akvarium
Things That Scare Me – Neko Case

You know what scares me? Normal people:

(Although I’d give Mulder the benefit of the doubt, considering the porn and the sunflower seeds and, oh yeah, the alien thing)

Jack Carter on Barack Obama

This is a really cool piece – by Jimmy Carter’s son, no less.

Personally, I’m almost electioned-out, heh heh.

Halloween should have been a break from all that, but it looks like we have no plans after all. Oh the joy, the JOY of having nothing to do and nowhere to go on one of my favourite nights of the year.

And, on a random note, the Gerard Butler weirdness on this blog continues. I shall have updates. Whenever it is I can get it together, that is.

I do my best Sarah Palin

This picture was taken way before Palin was ever picked as McCain’s running mate, back when my hair was darker too:

glancing up from my Tolkien and toward Russia
glancing up from my Tolkien and toward Russia

I don’t think it’s very similar at all, but I’ve been using it on LJ, and two separate comments to the tune of “omigod is that, like, a Palin Halloween-themed userpic” have appeared. Hmmm. And here I was still agonizing between going as Jane Sixpack or Bill O’Reilly in “WE’LL DO IT LIVE” mode (I’ve been in that kind of mood).