The Gorey Details
A while ago Laurie* posted this fantastic quiz where you can determine which ghastly Edward Gorey death you will die.You know, the tragic fates of The Gashlycrumb Tinies.
Honestly, I had forgotten about them. But since then, just as things happen, I’ve seen them everywhere. On a poster in Starbucks. At the Library. At the Village. On a random loud kid’s tshirt. People were talking about them in the grocery line at Whole Foods. At the bookstore. At the Hurricane’s hair cutting place.
Everywhere.
So when a friend asked if the HcQ and I wanted to go see them, I said sure. And it was really great. (If you live in Htown and can make it to the last performance this weekend, you should go.)
But much more importantly, I must know, Quesofarians, how will you kick it Edward Gorey style?
Me? I'm steering clear of rugs.
*I stole the lunchbox photo from the great Upside Up.
posted by Girl con Queso at 8:39 AM
16 Comments:
I love the Gashlycrumb Tinies. My husband loves to read the book out loud to people. Makes me laugh every time.
How I will kick it:
You will be sucked dry by a leech. I'd stay away from swimming holes, and stick to good old cement. Even if it does hurt like hell when your toe scrapes the bottom.
guess what! i got a different answer this time!!
quentin! chasing butterflies into (uh, oh) the mire!
You will sink in a mire. You like to think you're normal, but deep down you really just want to strip off your clothes and roll around in chicken fat.
how cool that you got to see the tinies performed! that looks so cool.
I'm Fanny, baby.
Just call me Susan.
i also will be sucked dry by a leech...not a bad way to go, and my name is Fanny which totally rules.
I think mine fits:
"You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to die, but you won't remember too much of your life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!"
Sweet.
Q is for Quentin who sank in the mire. It's like they just knew I've been mired down by a gloomy January.
(the best part is they also knew how deep down I just want to take off all my clothes and dance!)
Apparently my name is Susan and I will perish of fits. Strangely, I'm okay with that.
I, too, apparently will be smothered by a rug.
Me and 21% of people. including you.
Apparently I should start kicking-up my social skills by prank calling people.
If your phone rings and someone says really fast, "Isyourrefrigeratorrunning?" just say no and hang up.
;)
Z is for Aillah who drank too much gin.
Figures.
A few years back, I saw an ad for a Gorey-themed ball. All the dancers were to come dressed in black, white and grey, and with appropriate facial expressions. :0
Me and ScQ AKA Fanny will be sucked dry by a leech.
That was a badly constructed sentence. Apologies.
I only WISH I was Fanny. She has a cool hat.
Evidently S is for Susan who dies in a case of fits. In order to avoid a death like Susan's I am to repeat to myself "I do not always need to have it my way...I do not always need to have it my way..." I never realized I was so self-centered. Thank you Girl con Queso - I feel enlightened.
Doh! I'm doomed to be smothered under a rug. What, blogging is not developing my social skills?
Oooh, I'm a sucker for quizzes!
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