I’ve been noticing a lot of Twilight Zone moments lately, and it’s starting to weird me out a little bit.
For example–on Tuesday for some unknown reason, I got the song “My Dingaling” stuck in my head about halfway through lunchtime. I was driving back to the office singing “Won’t you play with my dingaling” at the top of my lungs, driving my sister (who was in the car with me) absolutely nuts. About an hour later, one of my friends was trying to cheer me up and tried sending me the song.
Last night I was cleaning out some old school files, and came across the script for a scene I did a couple of years ago in an acting class. I read the scene, remembered how I did it, and then threw it back in the files. This morning my sister asked me, “Do you remember that scene you did for Angela’s class that I worked with you on?” Yeah. “I just got an audition notice for it–they’re doing it in Dallas.”
When I told her how freaked I’m getting, she gave me another one. At Christmas dinner, we were talking about the play “Sylvia” and the production we saw in Ft. Worth. Yesterday when she got home from work, she had an audition notice for that play as well.
Somebody else share some TZ moments with me before I start running amok with a kris in my mouth! :eek:
Well, mine isn’t really coincidence-based, as yours seem to be, but last Halloween Harborwolf and I were taking our daughter trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. We live in a summer resort community and during the fall and winter, the town is almost completely empty. We were walking along a street that seemed to turn into empty houses fairly quickly, so we turned back towards “civilization”. A woman and a little boy walked past us toward the darkened houses.
I was working as a temp up north assembling mail-order software packages assembly-line style. This day I was sitting at the conveyor belt slapping the address stickers on the envelopes. I was reading the addresses going around the world as I stuck them on. I nudged the poor sod beside me and said “Look, ‘Wilbur Smith’ - ‘Wil-hil-boor’,” I whinnied in my best talking-horse voice…heh heh." The very next sticker I slapped on said ‘Mr. Ed Jones’.
“Portrait of a loser in a dead-end job…where even talking horses get the last laugh…in the Temporary Zone.” :dubious:
When I was in college, I was in a group that did skits and songs with a slide show behind us. One afternoon we went to take pictures for the slides and I had to act as though I was smoking and drinking and being belligerent to my parents. (all of these things were foreign to me) that evening my mom called to tell me that she had had the worst dream the night before… that I was =yes, you guessed it= smoking, drinking and being belligerent.
Just tonight I said that I want to write a story about a military guy with an incredibly short last name (it probably wouldnt be funny to you but that’s not the point of this) and the name I had in my head was “Sgt. Bo”. I told my husband about my idea and he said “Yeah, call him Sgt. Bo.” Neither of us knows a Sgt. Bo.
Recently a friend tried to help me out of a current bad situation I’m in by letting me stay at his house. I can’t do it at this time, and you might not think that’s so weird, but this is the person I’d know LEAST likely to make such an offer. Strangely, he’s the only friend of mine who did. Even more strangely, if I didn’t know him I would possibly not be in Japan, although he doesn’t know my husband and has nothing directly to do with me ending up here.
Right before I moved to Japan, I worked at Barnes & Noble in NY. I’d worked there for a few years. Right after I discovered I’d soon be living in Japan, a guy started working there who lived here as a child. He taught me all about Japan. I then discovered that a coworker of mine used to be maried to a guy who lived at this very air force base. She lived here too. Yet another coworker’s sister was at that time stationed here too. I wouldn’t think this is a very popular or well known place to be.
A year or so before that, also at B&N, I wrote a play about some wacky bookstore people. In my play, the manager found out that one employee wrote a play about the store, and threatened to fire her. THIS VERY THING HAPPENED TO ME, three months later.
And my all time favorite:
When I was 7 I went to my friend’s roller skating party. (Remember those?) I always remembered her party because some big guy slammed into me, knocked me down, and almost broke my arm.
Flash forward ten years to 1996. I was having a guitar lesson. For some reason I suddenly HAD to know my teacher’s last name. (Well, I liked him so its not that weird.) He told it to me. It was the same last name as my friend who had that party. It is not a common name. I mentioned I used to have a friend with that name. She had moved years before. I told him her first name. He said “I have a cousin with that name!” I showed him my class picture and he said “yeah, that girl is my cousin!”
It gets better:
I told him I always remembered her because she once had a roller skating party where a guy skated into me. He was shocked and said he always remembered that party because he skated into one of her friends!
So basically, I had met my guitar teacher totally randomly years earlier in a freak accident. You can imagine how much more of a crush I had on him after that.
Oh I should explain that in the above story about “Sgt. Bo”, I told my husband my idea to write a story about a short named guy but never mentioned the name in my head. So we thought the same name at the same time. We’re not close like that so this isnt a common thing.
