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Friday, January 16, 2009

I Am Massively Afraid of The Cowardly Lion.


"Hey, why the Daryl Hall picture?"

Well, it's the closest picture I could find of a man-lion without having to look up pictures of Burt Lahr as The Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz.

"HAHA! You're afraid of the Cowardly Lion?!"

Yes. And not just 'afraid', I'm afraid. The Cowardly Lion has been a closeted phobia of mine for pretty much all of my life.

It's something that started right out of the gate.
The Wizard of Oz was on T.V. tonight. I knew it would be. There I am; a forty year-old woman, nursing a sick four month old (her first cold) avoiding the TNT Channel while surfing up and down the dial just in case I happened to catch a glimpse of The Cowardly Lion in all of his shaky-voiced, manteeth glory. As a very young child in the age of a VCR-less world, The Wizard of Oz was an annual Main Event in our house. It was like the Thrilla in Manila for my sister and I. We'd be allowed to eat macaroni and cheese from T.V. trays. We sipped 7-UP in wineglasses followed by pudding. Wet hair, jammies, slippers and If I Only Had a Brain. It was very glamorous and proper indeed.

As much as I loved The Wizard of Oz, I also feared it. I recognized that this was a masterpiece made way ahead of its time. A viewing never went by without our mother saying: "Could you believe that this was made in 1939?" There is no question that the film did things that no other at the time would even think of attempting. Black and white, to sepia to Technicolor? And to think that when the film was released, it didn't do very well; probably because the audiences feared its mastery and progressive genius. It is a marvel filled with absolute beauty and darkness. It is a movie that I've come to avoid over time because not only does it make me bawl, but it has also always given me nightmares because of a fictional character who is afraid of everything.

I would sit next to my sister, enjoying the banter at the farm, the showdown with Miss Gulch over Toto, the visit to the travelling 'mystic' followed by the tornado, all the way up to where Dorothy meets her future friends, until after she, the Scarecrow and Tin Man link arms and ease on down the road to meet their next friend in need. This was the part where I always got a little sweaty or had to go to the bathroom.

What is it about The Cowardly Lion that frightens me so? It's that he looks like he's in mid-transformation. He's not quite a man and he's not quite a lion. His teeth are still human. It it the teeth then? Probably. I can't put my finger on it.

Maybe it's time for me to man up and post a picture:

GAH! GAH! GAH! GAH! JESUS! Oh no! This was a bad idea. Okay I am forcing myself to look at him. Alright, he's just a fictional manlion who has been dead for decades. But this means he's a ghost and can now haunt me. Oh no! Look at his people eyes... Breathe! Okay I'm looking into his eyes. GAD his mouth is freaking me out! This was a horrible attempt at desensitization. Now that he's a ghost, can sense my fear, and probably was in the room with me this whole time, he's going to wait until I'm half asleep to creep into our room and make this sound while looking like the picture above: "Nyyyyyynnnnggggggghhhh! I am going to make you touch my face! Nyyyyynnnnggggghhhh!"


THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA.
J.






Wednesday, January 14, 2009

FIRSTS


My mother sent me a bunch of my old toys from Australia and among them, the Fisher Price Ferris Wheel was in there!

I haven't seen this thing since I was probably deemed "too old" to play with it, so away it went. Boy, am I glad I have it again for so many reasons; it's colorful and happy (as is all Fisher Price stuff from the glorious Technicolor 1960's). But take a closer look...


The Old Tymey carnival barker taking the tickets is right out of The Music Man; a cheerful chap game for a melody on a Bicycle Built for Two...

...But the fellow working the ride looks like life cheated him somehow. This is a baby toy and it's saying: "Life blows". He is expected to operate the ride using only his arms and somebody stole his click-on hair. Judging by the freckles, he's a redheaded boy. The whole thing is just unfortunate. This toy is a warning.


Also in the box was my first doll. His name is Mr. Gobblegoose. My parents told me that he's supposed to be a kindly cobbler who whistles while making shoes for the villagers at the village where he lives, but his face tells a different story.


"I live in a cabin and play with household cleaners."



Over time, unable to escape the eyes of Mr. Gobblegoose, those eyes inspired a game with the cover of Billy Joel's Piano Man: "How long can I stare into Billy Joel's eyes before I scream and have to throw a sweater over his face?" I am scared of a lot of things.



You don't know the half of it.
J.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

FACEBOOK!


Terry is sad about his cheating whore of a girlfriend, Melissa St.Croix of Sheboygan, Wisconsin.

Kyle
buried his Dad today at an open casket and is now rocking the buffet table at his Aunt's. Mmmmmm! Scones!

Susan
just called 911 because she cut her wrists, but now regrets it because she'll probably miss Top Chef. Grrrr!!! (:(:!!!!!

Melissa
is still stalking.

Jeremy
is in a Nigerian jail cell awaiting death for trafficking....and for the laxatives to kick in!

Lainey
is at work thinking about her dumpster baby. UGH! Work! (:(:

Jeffrey Fisted Rue McClannahan
and threw her to Joyce.

Jordi
is Happy New Year. I haven't written in a while but I'm back-ish. I have postpartum depression. But I'm getting help and all will be well.