Gypsy Danger

After a long hiatus and a few site programming issues, I'm glad to make my return to the Net. It is my pleasure to make my reintroduction...I am Corey VanderSleen, or CVSleen for short, and Nerdebating with CVSleen. A few of you may be finding your way here from my last site, Backstage Conversations on Wordpress, and some of you may be among my audience for the first time. To all of you...


My mission is simple...I'm a nerd, and I want to share that world with you, and maybe make it seem a little bit more accessible to the uninitiated. Music, film, video games, new technology...the things that I care about the most, that is what I want to share with you. Of course, I'll have my own perspective that I place on everything, and I've got my own stories...and that's probably as good a place as any to start this whole thing with, a little tale from recent past in my own life.

"Gypsy Danger, we have a bogey"

My story starts a few days ago, when my dad wanted to come out and meet me for lunch at my work. I love free food, and I'll take the chances that I have to see family, now that I'm out on my own...we'll revisit that at a later date. Anyways, I'm more than happy to oblige a lunch meeting with my dad. If it wasn't for some seriously bad traffic, we'd have ended up somewhere a little bit better, but it probably would have been like 45 minutes in travel, in the interest of time, Whataburger it was. We got our food and proceeded to chow down, but my dad couldn't make it too long without having to steal himself away to the bathroom. He's on some medicine that has him going to the restroom almost as often as a Chihuahua. It is what it is.
What I didn't mention earlier was that at some point after we sat down, an old lady came and sat down at a table adjacent to us. A little old lady with a shall and a big old bag, quiet as a whisper. She sat down and unloaded what looked like a little book, a pill bottle, and an old Whataburger cup filled with dirty looking napkins. She was content to just hang out at her table and just read for most of the time, but once my dad took the opportunity to go drain the main vein, I guess she decided it was time to make her move.
Not long after my dad took his opportunity, she took hers. She approached me at my table and asked me, very politely I should say, if she could use my drink to take her pills. Now, I don't know what her personal level of hygiene was, but I was guessing that the old Whataburger cup I saw with the dirty napkins in it was some kind of spittoon for her, so I could only assume that she had pirate teeth. My answer should be obvious. I told her no...but I went on to say that she could probably go and ask the employees for another cup for some water. Before I could finish though, she had already turned around and started trudging back to her table. She was saying something...whatever it was, I couldn't was Romanian or some kind of Eastern European language. I don't know, whatever she was saying, it didn't sound pleasant. Regardless, she returned to her table and popped back down in her seat.
Odd, yea I know...who does that? Anyways, I wanted to capture the moment, for posterity or whatever. I tried to be as discreet as humanly possible, or at least as discreet as I am capable. I silenced my phone and acted like I was looking something up. I quickly turned my phone over snapped a pick...

Not a great pic, I know. I wanted to take another, but when I looked up...I saw her. She was staring directly at with the coldest gaze I've ever seen in my life. I've gotten that 1000-yard-stare from people before, but this was different. I'd heard of this before...the Gypsy Stare. Already fearful that I'd been hexed, I turned back around and faced forward, and put my phone down. Nope...I wasn't going to try again. My dad came back from the bathroom some point later, and I said nothing. I wasn't going to draw attention to what just happened. I didn't look back in that direction either until we were leaving. She was gone at that point...if she was even ever really there at all. 
I didn't know if it was real or not until I left work that day. I had a nail in one of my tires, undoubtedly put there by the gypsy woman's hex. I know what should have happened at that point. Three days. I had three days before I was supposed to be dragged down to hell by the demon Lamia. This was on Tuesday. Five days later at this point, the demon Lamia has not come for me. So what happened on day three then might you wonder? Well, that was Friday...the thirteenth...on the day of the Honey Moon, not to be seen again until 2098.
Well then, it seems that the Fates of Mischief and Matrimony have stayed my decent down to the fiery depths.
I live to write another day. And so shall I, another day.

I will leave you at that as I begin brainstorming for next weeks post. I usually like to conclude with a picture of my choosing. At the beginning of this year I chose to go with vehicles amazement. As I'm making a change of domain venue here, I'll change up my closing image too. For the rest of this year at least, I'm changing it films I like.

Until next time...

Keep your heads up, your minds sharp, and your hearts open.

Drag Me to Hell - Sam Raimi - 2009

Drag Me to Hell - Sam Raimi - 2009