Whimsy On A Wednesday! Where darkness and trickery meet in the middle!

I’m so busy it’s insane. I’m so busty busy I don’t have time to breathe. I’m so busy I can’t focus on anything and nuffin’ except the current painting challenge that I’m seventy-something days into, along with a story I made that now has avid followers, and trying to move house. And breathe… except I forgot, I can’t. 

I don’t have any time whatsoever to write a blog post. I don’t have any time whatsoever to visit blogs of people and writers I dearly love. Soz. Big sozzes. Sozzes of the sincerest swell.  One day, I will be settled and I’ll be all over you like a rash on a shiny bottom. 

In respect of utter chaos, I’m going to do a mainly pictorial post today as I went to Whitby for my birthday and it just so happened to be Goth weekend. I was surrounded by the dark and mysterious. Who knew I could mingle with a crowd of people and look like the innocent one! 

But, before I delight you with the top hats and tails of mischief, I’d like to paint you a different picture. One that explains my absence of late (aside from the busyness) and had me running into my old friend Karma. Remember her?  Remember when I lived next door to her in Houston? 

Remember how much she loves me? 

Well, she found me again, the sneaky old tart. And this is what happened.

Karma Karman Have a Laugh on Me

Now don’t judge me for going on TikTok. I have to go there to post videos and it just so happens that there’s a lot of awesome stuff on it that I get drawn into. One of those things is spiteful videos of people being pranked. Pranked as in being made to jump out of their skin. I find this hilarious. One particular trending scare tactic is to go into a room and scream like you’ve seen something horrible. This makes the other person also scream, run, fall over, drop their tea, bang their head and so on. For the sole purpose of psychology for sport, I decided to give that one a go. I chose my victim carefully. I decided that a late-night option, when all was quiet and settled, would be best for a favourable result. The victim was in bed reading her book. Heh. I walked down the corridor in a pair of sliders. Not my sliders but the sliders of the boyfriend of my victim because I’m too lazy to find my slippers. I like them because I can slip them on easily. They are of course too big for me which didn’t help.

 I had the whole thing planned in my mind. I would walk in and then glance at the bed as if a monstrous spider was on it, scream my head off and run. And that’s exactly what I did.

However, when I started to run I neglected to remember it is a laminate wooden floor and when your oversized slider hits a sock on a shiny floor at speed, well, you kinda slide. My legs did a super-high-speed Scooby-Doo around the buffet table action. There I went, careering towards a window at Mach 1 unable to stop myself. I fell forward and cracked my head violently on the window sill as I crashed into a laundry basket underneath, smashing it to smithereens. I frightened the crap out of my victim who burst into tears thinking I was dead. Not quite the result I wanted.

Mother of Goodness, it bloody well hurt. Karma dropped the mic and walked off.

Hate her. 

Get your Flaps Around These Jacks

I’m a big fan of the “Obvious Adams” concept because it tells it how it is. Also, telling it how it is, is rather amusing.

And now for something a little darker…

This man and many others made large walking sticks with cages upon them. Most were elaborate and terrifying. I have no idea what they are meant to be, but each to their own.

You tell her…

Surprisingly, this man does not have green fingers…

Always be afraid of The North Sea…

Head of Clown Church…

Along with The Joker…

Right out of Davy Jones’s Locker…

Monster Mash Up…

UH – OH – Covid’s Back

And on that note… RUN!