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Casting Call for Two Children Plus Weird Things Happening [Jun. 26th, 2010|01:47 pm]
kyle cassidy
[mood |A little weirded out]
[music |Zazie: je suis un homme]

Two things -- One, I'm looking for two children for a relatively elaborate photo we're doing at the end of the month. Boy & Girl 7-10 it's not Alice in Wonderland, but that's a good vision to keep in your head. Alice & her slightly older brother. If you know one or both of these kids, drop me an email.

Two, Really Weird Thing happened last night.

Trillian and I stayed up till midnight watching LOST which is finally starting to get strange, we went to bed & locked the bedroom door (as is our habit.) The cats couldn't be coaxed into the room because, you know, it's hot and miserable in the rest of the house and they wanted to lay around like tortured artists.

I woke up at 4:30 and couldn't get back to sleep. Got up, checked my email, posted an old photo of Roswell to Twitter, finally went back to bed around 5:30 and had a series of really fast & strange dreams, I'd wake up after each one and immediately fall back to sleep and instantly back into a dream. I don't remember any of them, but I know they were at least semi lucid. I finally woke up around 7:30 in the morning and got out of bed and there, on the night stand, next to the lamp was a dead bird.

"Trillian," I said, "there's a dead bird here."

She sat up and looked over on the night stand; at the time I wasn't really sure that I wasn't still asleep. The look on her face confirmed that I wasn't hallucinating. It looked like someone had carefully laid it there, centered on a lace doily. I picked it up -- it was dead, but still warm. We checked the windows, they were closed and so were the doors. I looked out into the hallway & all the cats were passed out on the carpet looking like unfortunate throw rugs.

About four months ago we had a bird come down the chimney -- it drove Roswell insane. She could hear it flitting around in there and finally it shot out and flew through the house like a freaked out tennis ball, frantically banging into things. I opened a window and it shot out. The only thing I can figure is another one got in the house through the chimney flew frantically around the house without us noticing made its way upstairs into our bedroom and ... stayed there quietly (sitting on a bust of Pallas?) until seven in the morning and then dropped dead of unknown causes without making a sound.

It seems like a stretch, but short of Voodoo priests or reverse-bird-burglars, it's the only thing I can think of. I wrapped the bird up and took it outside but at the last minute brought it back in and took a photo, just in case I wake up tomorrow and can't remember if it actually happened or not.

It did. There's a dead bird on my coffee table.

If you have any theories about this locked door mystery, I'd love to hear them.

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[User Picture]From: buboniclou
2010-06-26 05:50 pm (UTC)
I have a friend in Philly with a daughter who I think would be just about right for that...I'll link her to this.
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[User Picture]From: buboniclou
2010-06-26 05:56 pm (UTC)
Also, do either of you have any history of sleepwalking?
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From: e4q
2010-06-26 05:53 pm (UTC)


a strange tale, indeed.

you had me lolling at 'unfortunate throw rugs'
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[User Picture]From: kylecassidy
2010-06-26 05:56 pm (UTC)

Re: rugs

They really looked like discarded mop heads, but I couldn't figure out how to make that work. Because there's definitely an element of persecution to it. LIke "why do you make me suffer like this? the heat!" while you're trying to wave them into the air conditioning....
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[User Picture]From: russtycat
2010-06-26 05:56 pm (UTC)
That is a totally random and bizarre mystery. Very fitting after watching Lost. Hope you guys can figure it out. But I bet you are right about the chimney. Poor little guy must have sat down on your night stand and just passed away. At least you didn't wake up with him laying on you dead. Ewwwwwww.
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[User Picture]From: kylecassidy
2010-06-26 05:58 pm (UTC)
at least roswell wasn't in the room leading some crazed chase, knocking things over while we're thinking we're being attacked by metal bats.

cause usually that's what i suspect when something's flapping around the room in the dark at 3 AM. metal bats.
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[User Picture]From: holyoutlaw
2010-06-26 05:59 pm (UTC)
I liked both "unfortunate throw rugs" and "lay about like tortured artists."

But have nothing to offer about the dead bird mystery.
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[User Picture]From: maladroital
2010-06-26 06:02 pm (UTC)
My mind immediately went to a story about the night stand (assuming it's made of wood) and how it was the tree this bird's ancestors used as a home for generation upon generation until it was cut down and assembled into furniture, and so the bird had a spiritual connection to it and decided to fly into your house via the chimney and made the night stand it's death bed before the locked door.
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[User Picture]From: blaze_villain
2010-06-26 07:53 pm (UTC)
I'm with this theory.
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[User Picture]From: irishkate
2010-06-26 06:05 pm (UTC)
If you would come to Ireland I know just the kids. But since you won't (probably) you will just have to live knowing you have missed out on the 2 perfect children for your shoot.

Meanwhile I can't spell the word I want to use to describe reaction to the bird story but it goes something like ::shudder::eeeessssshhh::shudder:: That is seriously weird.
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[User Picture]From: kylecassidy
2010-06-26 06:17 pm (UTC)
When I was standing there, half asleep, looking down thinking "That looks like a dead bird," my first thought was that someone had come into the house and put it there. Which was a little more ::shudder::eeeessssshhh::shudder:: when I saw that the door was still locked and we had not cats with us.
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[User Picture]From: purrevil
2010-06-26 06:10 pm (UTC)
I am owned by three cats, none of whom go outside...ever. We are very careful of this. We do not have a chimney. The cats have managed to capture 3 birds and do appalling things to them over the past two years. I am confounded on where they are coming from, the birds of course, the cats are just being the little predators they are. At least you have a chimney.
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[User Picture]From: ehowton
2010-06-26 06:22 pm (UTC)
Quoteth the raven, "Nevermore."
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[User Picture]From: zoethe
2010-06-26 06:40 pm (UTC)
It works better without quote marks in this case:

Quoth the raven nevermore.
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[User Picture]From: kambriel
2010-06-26 06:34 pm (UTC)

The case of the startling starling...

C & I both love starlings ~ they look like they're wearing these beautifully elaborate iridescent capelets and are ready for Ventian carnevale.

I'd personally revel in the not knowing. So much is easily explained in this world, that it's a gift now and then to simply experience a greater mystery.
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[User Picture]From: robot_devil
2010-06-27 01:07 am (UTC)

Re: The case of the startling starling...

seconded. im partial to Starlings as well, but I may be biased since its my maiden name.
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[User Picture]From: katbcoll
2010-06-26 06:52 pm (UTC)
It's a very pretty bird. I've got no clue how it got into your house, however.

Kitties laying about as unfortunate throw rugs and tortured artists... Oh, how I remember those days! :D

I like the "Oh Hai" photos on twitter. Lucifer did stuff like that. So did my last dog. ;)
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[User Picture]From: sinboy
2010-06-26 07:12 pm (UTC)
This reads like the start of a standard Urban Fantasy novel.

Artist comes home, finds mysterious dark bird dead on table in middle of locked room.

Revelation that artist is related to historic figure involved in mystic plot to stop dark forces follows.

Hero refuses call to adventure.

Hero's Uncle Lars and Aunt Beru massacred by Imperial Storm Troopers masquerading as Sand people... Oops. Wrong monomyth.
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[User Picture]From: _antipathy_
2010-06-26 07:39 pm (UTC)
Mysterious. And rather sad. I can't help but wonder if this bird's family and friends are wondering what happened to him. Waiting. Wondering where he went off to (and when he will return). Much like us as to where he came from.
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From: irulan_amy
2010-06-26 07:47 pm (UTC)
Crikies. I do not think I would be handling the unexplained appearance of a dead bird in my room with your level of calm. At least the last moments happened on your nightstand and not say, at the foot of your bed. Yipes.

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[User Picture]From: yagathai
2010-06-26 07:52 pm (UTC)
You didn't like it? I'm hurt! I thought it was a fair trade for the bicycle.
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