Things that scare the crap outta me.

Numero Uno:

Clowns.

Clowns.

Numero Uno part deux:

Clowns in clown cars.

Clowns in clown cars.

Number Uno part trois:

Venetian Glass Clowns... shudder...

Venetian Glass Clowns… shudder…

Numero Uno part quatre:

A gathering of Circus Clowns.

A gathering of Circus Clowns.

Numero Uno part cinq:

Red Skelton.

Red Skelton.

Numero Uno part six:

Clowns painted on velvet.

Clowns painted on velvet.

Numero Uno part sept:

Jerry Lewis

Jerry Lewis

Numero Uno part huit:

Fire Marshall Bill

Fire Marshall Bill

Numero Uno part neuf:

The Joker.

The Joker.

Number Uno part dix:

Mimes. Any mime.

Mimes. Any mime.

This song:

And this television show:

Can't look...

Can’t look…

These dogs:

I love dogs but... terrifying!

I love dogs but… terrifying!

Dolls:

Oh dear god...

Oh dear god…

Eating sea urchin:

You can't make me eat this. Unless you give me a million dollars. And maybe not then.

You can’t make me eat this. Unless you give me a million dollars. And maybe not then.

The Uncanny Valley (I’ll post a less than terrifying video):

Guillermo Del Toro’s short feature, MAMA, once again we have The Uncanny Valley (my advice? don’t watch it):

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16 Responses to Things that scare the crap outta me.

  1. anny cook says:

    Well, I can go along with all of them except Red Skelton…can’t find anything scary about ol’ Red. Loved to watch him back when.

  2. He scared me to death when I was a little kid, Anny. And my dad loved him. He still scares me. And I hear he was a really nice guy.

  3. I remember being three or four and my mother clutching my hand as we walked into this lady’s expensive ultra modern home. The living room was filled with glass shelves and glass tabletops loaded with hundreds of handblown glass clowns. The gauntlet of glass opened onto an unfenced swimming pool. My mother was terrified I’d touch and break something before drowning myself in the pool.
    I was just terrified of the tension in the room and the gruesome clowns!

  4. That would do it for me, Kat! Crazy! My mother has some Venetian glass clowns and I made her put them away when I was a kid. Well, I guess my screaming did. Now she puts them away whenever I visit. Hate them!

  5. LOL I know the clowns of which you speak! Why were glass clowns so popular?

  6. Jaye says:

    I like rodeo clowns…

  7. anny cook says:

    :D Red was a sweetheart with a deeply generous heart. Gone now so no worries…

  8. I know that, Anny, but I can’t watch him, or Lucille Ball. :P

  9. I love rodeo clowns, Jaye. They’ve never bothered me. Maybe because they are so courageous.

  10. Yes, Kat. What was up with that???

  11. Amber Skyze says:

    My hubby hates dolls. They freak him out…the ones with the glass eyes and/or the ones that blink.
    I’m okay with all of the above. Clowns never bothered me. Then again I’m not normal. :)

  12. I agree with your husband, Amber. Hate dolls, especially if their eyes move. And clowns? You’re nuts, honey! Ugh! ;)

  13. What is it about clowns? Even before King’s IT, I didn’t like clowns, and I have a good friend who is a professional clown who donates holiday time at Jewish Children’s Hospital, and they love her.

    Here’s the recipe you asked for, Julia. Let each person add cayenne pepper to taste. Enjoy while someone sings “Send Out The Clowns.” ;)

    WILLIAMSBURG PEANUT SOUP
    1 med. onion, chopped
    2 stalks celery, chopped
    2-3 chopped tomatoes and/or sweet red peppers (optional, but I like both)
    1/4 c. butter
    3 tbsp. flour
    2 qts. chicken stock or canned broth
    2 c. chunky peanut butter
    1 3/4 c. light cream
    Saute onion and celery in butter until soft. Stir in flour until well blended. Add chick stock, stirring constantly, and bring to boil. Add peanut butter and cream, stirring to blend thoroughly. Heat, but do not boil. Serve garnished with peanuts if desired

  14. Marylin – I’m making that peanut soup as soon as I’m on my feet! It sounds delicious. And clowns. I’ve hated and feared them since before I knew what they were. My mom says she gave me a clown doll when I was maybe 8 months old and I screamed my head off.

  15. AD Starrling says:

    I read It by Stephen King when I was 12. Put me off clowns for life! Yep, agree with mimes and creepy dolls with ‘oh-shit-it’s-staring-at-me’ eye glasses.

  16. Odd as it sounds, AD, I’ve never read a single Stephen King books. Too scared!