tinhuviel | Entries tagged with weirdness

I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.

1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed. Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes. Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul

11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.

21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter

31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.

41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations. My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.

51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.

61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?

71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives. They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered. The End.

Mood: cranky
Where? the house
Music: Jeff Lynne's ELO - All My Life

Something odd happened to me yesterday, and I only now just remembered it when the Unit told me that she and Matt were off to try to find the full moon drum circle scheduled for today.

I was standing in line at the little food and beverage kiosk at the Fashion Valley bus terminal where I planned to get a gigantic fucking water because SUN, when this old, disheveled woman approached me and asked if I had a dollar. I did, so I gave it to her. She then promptly broke in front of me and told the kiosk guy what she wanted, which was a drink of some sort. He told her it was $1.50 and I heard her ask in a low tone, "Won't you just take a dollar for it?" I spoke up and said I had the fifty cents. I don't know if she was homeless, and I don't know where she went after making off with her drink.

Looking back on it though, it's a bit similar to a variety of passed-down tales of encounters with the Crone aspect of the Goddess. She would often come across as imposing or ridiculously rude, but always for the purpose to bless, test, educate, or just open your eyes.

Or she could have been a queue-breaker low on cash and even lower on fucks to give. Either way, I'm good with it.

For anyone who is wondering about the pic above, I did link it to the site where I found it, but I'm adding it at the end of this post, as well. It is called Celtic Soul Craft and, to my great surprise (and maybe a little not), the priestess and craftswoman behind it is a Scottish lady who has lived in Asheville, North Carolina since 2009. Synchronicity strikes again!

Mood: thoughtful
Where? the house
Music: Illuminati - God in Exile

The band have posted an hour-long interview, answering fans' questions. Take a gander, and don't forget to pick up a copy of Without Real String or Fish.

Mood: pleased
Where? the house
Music: Electric Light Orchestra - Confusion

There is not one person on this planet who has not experienced some kind of surreal moment at one time or another in their lives. Then there are the Fox Mulders of the world, and last night's Event was the final straw that made me certain I fall into the latter category. I got an email from Carl Marsh, a founding and current member of Shriekback, that included a picture of him taking a holiday break in Venice, and reading...

If the image is too small, click it to see the original size.
Picture was posted with permission.

Take a look at his choice of reading material. This obviously makes him a dubious individual of questionable character, which is exactly why he's one of my few Muses. It's like someone took my core influences, and divided them by 0, resulting in a photograph of an individual holding a book that would not exist had it not in part been for him. Even his name - Carl Marsh - is important, being the inspiration for the name of the trilogy's main character. Indeed, it is an image worthy of Schrödinger's Cat.

**EDIT** (7 March, 2015)
For reference purposes, in the event anyone is not sure of who Carl Marsh is, he's the one singing Recessive Jean in the latest Shriekback video.

If I tried to tell anyone about this, there would be no way they'd believe me. Since I have a picture, though, that should be proof; however, in this age of Photoshop, I wonder if there will still be people who think it's fake. Suffice it to say, if you'd been in my physical presence last night, you would have no doubt that the image is real. Besides, my Photoshop skills are shite.

Considering the other unbelievable goings on that I've attempted to document on the Cliffs of Insanity over the years, is it any wonder I feel like I'm being stalked by Rod Serling?

Mood: indescribable
Where? the house
Music: Bea Miller - Dracula

I found a picture of the cast of Theatre des Vampires. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you can find out here. If you click on the image, it'll take you to their Facebook page. You may see someone who looks a tad familiar in the sea of faces. Weirdness abounds!

Mood: kind of freaked out
Where? home
Music: Fluke - YKK

Something truly odd happened to me a couple of days ago. The day before, I suffered a wee tad of vertigo and crashed into a door facing, injuring my right shoulder and, I'm discovering today, blacking my right eye. I figured the vertigo was the result of my not eating for three days because of this godawful toothache, which was beginning to radiate up through the left side of my face and behind my eyeball.

So I figured a trip to urgent care may be in order to make sure I hadn't broken anything and maybe I could get an antibiotic for the tooth so the dentist could pull it immediately when I get to see him after September 1, instead of making me wait and take antibiotics then.

But because I had suffered vertigo, urgent care sent me to Mercy Scripps emergency room. They x-rayed me there and everything was in order; however, they did give me some tramadol for the pain and giant penicillin horse pills to take three times a day for the next week to get my tooth ready for extraction. I already feel better there.

Anyway, whilst I was outside the E/R waiting for my cab to the drug store, this dude came up to me and assured me that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to believe him, because he looked like Montel Williams. He asked if they were able to help me, and I told him yes. He said he was waiting for them to take his vitals, but wanted to come out and smoke real quick like, and thought I was pretty, so he figured he'd take his chances and talk to me. I thanked him, and smiled the best I could, with my swollen face. Then he asked if I was waiting for my husband to pick me up, and I thought oh here we go…. I told him I wasn't married. Lawd, you would have thought he'd won on Jeopardy. He put his arm around me and started yip-yapping about everything, and informed me that he had been diagnosed with schizophrenia, but was taking his medications, so he was okay. He introduced himself as Geno. I immediately thought of Geno Vanelli. He then gave me his phone number and practically begged me to call him. Then, as my cab pulled up, he asked me for a quick kiss. WTF? He gave a light peck on the lips and dashed back into the hospital.

After all that, my emoticon face was set on o_0.

So, today, I went to the grocery store with the Mother Unit, and as I rounded the corner of an aisle, this short, chubby guy stopped me. He held up a huge bottle of Jim Beam in one hand, and a family-size box of Fruit Loops in the other. In a lovely Middle Eastern accent, he asked "This is a great combination, eh?" I laughed and agreed with him. He practically skipped away with glee.

WTF?

I think I'm really starting to like San Diego.

Mood: amused
Where? Home
Music: Captain Cook_tape - shriekback

From David Marx's website...

A drummer was needed, and as Barry had always been a fan of local Marlborough band Orpheus - who had by then split-up and were to my mind at least, a tad too cheese-cloth/feel the vibrations man, for their own good - Rob Wilford was auditioned. This took place at Tudor Studios, somewhere amid the swamps on the outskirts of Swindon (see The Humans), where, from the outset, ’twas clear he could play drums - although he wasn’t much of a hitter. Rob did however, come replete with striped blue flares and a moustache. The latter being something I hadn’t ever really seen close-up before (other than when I signed-on). In fact, for a brief moment, I thought the mustachioed man from Marlborough had walked in by mistake…

This concludes me for the day. Stick Mister J's fork...right in my throat...for I am done.

Mood: weird
Where? home
Music: Danny Elfman - Jack's Lament

I open The Blood Crown for the first time in three days, start writing whilst listening to Big Night Music by Shriekback. Not five minutes into my writing, I get a letter from B wondering if either James or I could provide a good scan or camera shot of the cover of BNM for a project Martyn is working on.

HOW DOES HE DO THAT? Oh, never mind. I know how...

Now the question remains to be answered: will that one of many weirdo moments in my life in relation to B fuel my fire to write more or shut me down for the day? 'Cos right now, I'm all owl-eyed and freaked out. After 10 years, you'd think I'd get used to it.

Mood: freaked out
Where? home
Music: Shriekback - Sticky Jazz

After being contacted by both Anne Rice and Eliza Gilkyson regarding spiritual matters shortly after realising that 'The Sainted Confessor' would be a story of redemption through suffering, I am suddenly followed on Twitter by Almightygod. Now, I just got a direct message that said: Welcome to the flock, my child. If you have prayers or questions, start your tweet with @almightygod

I know it's all role play, but the synchronicity of it all makes me want to laugh uncontrollably. Forever.

Mood: out of my mind
Where? home
Music: VAST - One More Day

I just got an email from Peter Serafinowicz.

Yeah, that Peter Serafinowicz. "Tatooine is sparsely populated. If the trace is correct, I will find them quickly, my Master."

Y'know...the voice of Darth Maul. That's like .... well, I don't know what's that like.

I'm emitting that beeeeep sound you hear at the beginning of BRB. Perpetually.

O_O This is the face I'll have all day. Until

luvthyjoker is finished with me, then it will change to o_0.

Why can't I live a normal life? Oh that's right...I bring it on myself. ::lodges a spork in her eye::

Mood: shocked
Where? home
Music: October Project - Paths Of Desire

Okay, this will make no sense.....even to me.

I was meant to read The Invisibles. If I wasn't certain of it before, I am now.

For me, everything is connected. I always trace the connections from one thing to another, to see how something led me to where I am now. Some of the connections are mind-boggling. For instance, I can connect my meeting Barry Andrews to hearing the song "On the Turning away" by Pink Floyd back in 1987. Pink Floyd to Syd Barrett to the Cure to Shrieback to Barry and Pink Floyd to Syd Barrett to psychedelia to the Dukes of Strasophear to XTC to Barry Andrews. Everything is connected. Everything means something and everything happens for a reason. I believe this.

When I was a child, I saw this movie on TV that touched me so deeply, I seen see the patterns of my life repeating the plotline of this movie even today. It was called The Three Lives of Thomasina. It's about a cat that supposedly dies at the hands of her little girl's father, who is a vet, but is brought back to life by the Witch who lives up the mountain. This Witch has a way with animals and has dozens of critters living with her and around her. I always wanted to be this Witch woman. Now, with over 30 cats and a reputation for being able to heal animals, I think I've realised my dream.

No one else ever remembered or knew about this film until I met my Soulmate, who remembered it quite well. He always wanted to meet a woman like the Witch woman in the movie. He wanted to live that kind of enchanted life. At that time, I knew we'd met for a reason. There were a lot of moments like that between us, defining moments that told us what our souls already knew. We shared past lives. We shared common philosophies. We shared a most improbable movie that no one seemed to remember.

Now, once I was led to Shriekback and started buying their albums, I began what I always end up doing with anything that interests me: research. The basis of my research was the liner notes on the back of the insert of the Dancing Years album, where I saw that Barry Andrews had gone on from Shriekback to form a group called The Illuminati. So I went to the library and got my mind blown. Instead of finding Andrews' Illuminati, I found the Illuminati, and I was immediately sucked into every conspiracy theory known to humankind. At the same time, I had become a dedicant in the Temple Hecate Triskele and I became active in the local counter-culture, helping to publish a subversive newsletter and participating in many protests and demonstrations. I introduced myself to Robert Anton Wilson.

Nine years later, I began hunting for fellow Shriek fans online and I found Michelle, who mentioned King Mob to me. In fact, a lot of Shriekback fans were keen on King Mob and the Invisibles. Fine. I checked into it, but never read the graphic novel. I figured I'd get to it someday. Well, that someday ended up starting while I was in England.

falkenna had the series and couldn't stress enough how I needed to read it. So I began. So far, so good. I could relate to everything in the books. Every possible conspiracy theory I've studied is touched upon in The Invisibles, even the 2012 end date. I've been quite simply amazed by it all. Then, I read this, in the last volume of the series:

Edith Manning: The film you were rambling about the other night; the one you said explained everything. Don't let your cleverness get the better of you, Mr. Lang. Take care, dear.
[INSERT]: RVM MODULE REFERENCE: In the taxi, Mason remembers the name of the movie. "Thomasina." In the hotel room with Edith and Gideon, Mason Lang explains: "It's about this ginger cat who dies and comes back to life and her name in the film is "Thomasina," even though ginger cats are generally male, I always thought. Anyway...that's...."

Full Circle. That's the only explanation. Morrison had my attention before. Now? I'm all eyes and ears. It was like a trigger. A lot of what I am today is because of "The Three Lives of Thomasina," and now this revolutionary graphic novel seems to be speaking to me directly, saying that the movie explains everything. It's too much of a coincidence. That's why I don't believe in coincidence.

Mood: flabbergasted
Where? home
Music: Oingo Boingo "Insanity"

I want to vacation in the Bermuda Triangle. It would be the perfect holiday! No one could reach me, the weather would more than likely be tempest-like, I'd get to see and experience new things, places, and people! Yeah, the Bermuda Triangle is for me. And how long would my holiday be? Hell, I could probably party down for years and no one would be angry with me when I got back. They'd just be grateful to see me. And I'd be a celebrity upon my victorious return. Mary Hart would want to interview me and I would be offered a square on Hollywood Squares, but my square would be a triangle in honour of my happy holiday. I could start my own religion and channel the spirit of an ancient Atlantean cleric whom I met during my sojourn into the Bermuda Triangle. I could establish my empire in the Pacific Northwest and welcome Sasquatch onto my thousands of acres of land whereupon he could roam, being a free-range Bigfoot.

Mood: hmmmm...
Music: Stunts Gone Bad (I thought it was a show about Dubya's administration)