However, I hate to give up my awhile-awaited pagan ritual simply because of an arbitrary abstract like post counts. So, I’m playing Queens of the Stone Age, I’ve got wine, fennel seeds, and an Ace of Hearts.
Our new house’s street number is 665. We have been joking about it since we first looked at the house. Hopefully none of our new neighbors are beastly :D.
Hey, you know what? For years we lived at house number 632. It never occurred to me that we lived in the neighborhood of the beast until just now despite hearing the joke waaaay back then.
Well, now it’s the White Stripes, wine, and an orange-sunset-colored rose. I actually started composing an incantation for this thread last night; but then I thought, naaaw, nobody wants to play anyway…it went like this:
When I set up my ex-wife’s email account her name was already taken so I tagged 665 on the end of it. When she asked me why I said it was because she was “just shy of being pure evil.”
Hmm, now that I think about it, perhaps there’s a reason she is my ex-wife.
I lived in Whitby, Ontario. The phone numbers were xxx-668-xxxx. Later, we got xxx-666-xxxx numbers. My parents’ number was 668; stepbrother had a 666 number. We didn’t think anything of it; at that time, the 666 superstition was almost unknown to us. I think now that there are also xxx-665-xxxx numbers.
There are also xxx-430-xxxx numbers on the east side of town that were served from neighbouring Oshawa, which has a lot of xxx-43x numbers. But then the people on the east side of town were always different.
One thing that’s always bothered the nitpicker in me about this is that 667 (or 665) would be across the street from the beast. Six-six-eight would be your neighbor in an apartment or a duplex. Some other even number would be your neighbor in a traditional neighborhood. Yes, I know “neighbor” can be pretty much anyone who lives on your block, but it’s more specifically the guy next door.
Nancy Leibowitz has been selling Calligraphic Buttons for years now at SF conventions that say:
668 – The Neighbor of the Beast
Which makes sense in most of the US, where the numbers alternate sides of the street, and all the evens are on one side and the odds on the other). But I understand it doesn’t always work that way in Britain, for instance. http://www.nancybuttons.com/
Okay, this is my 729th post, and 7+2+9=18=1+8=9, which through the law of correspondences is aligned somehow to my 6+6+6=18=1+8=9th post, without actually being evil, so I’m going to try again…where’s Twickster, maybe I can get her to come in here and skake something groovy…
Meanwhile, we are listening to Howlin’ Wolf, drinking coffee, and admiring the moon.
I’m going to draw my figurative secret magical seal on the floor here in glowing figurative phosphenes…there, that’s better. Now, I shall light several of the many torches I still carry…pin my heart to my sleeve…and sacrifice— what? Should it be all the clothes I keep that I never wear? One of my long-standing personal grudges? An hour of computer time each night? Something else?
(OHNO!! TOO MUCH!! I had put on** figurative** Howlin’ Wolf…and who do you suppose just came on? For reals?)
