Numero Uno:
Numero Uno part deux:
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Numero Uno part quatre:
Numero Uno part cinq:
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Numero Uno part sept:
Numero Uno part huit:
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Number Uno part dix:
This song:
And this television show:
These dogs:
Dolls:
Eating sea urchin:
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):
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.
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.
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!
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!
LOL I know the clowns of which you speak! Why were glass clowns so popular?
I like rodeo clowns…
I know that, Anny, but I can’t watch him, or Lucille Ball.
I love rodeo clowns, Jaye. They’ve never bothered me. Maybe because they are so courageous.
Yes, Kat. What was up with that???
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.
I agree with your husband, Amber. Hate dolls, especially if their eyes move. And clowns? You’re nuts, honey! Ugh!
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
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.
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.
Odd as it sounds, AD, I’ve never read a single Stephen King books. Too scared!