the haunted house
hi there. how ya doin?
has anyone else noticed what a No Talent Ass Clown the singer Pink is? how did she even get a record deal? and her voice… ouch.
for my job in the Office of Education, i’m working in a gorgeous old house called Cairncrest (the “cairn” is for Pitcairn, the “crest” for its location on the crest of a hill). now converted into offices, it was once the home of Harold Pitcairn, a man who died in a “gun accident” (probably suicide) many years ago. many now say the house is haunted. there was also a drowning in the pool, which is now filled in, and another death when Harold’s wife accidentally ran over her friend while she was drunk. so, as you might imagine, stories abound of ghost sightings and strange noises. last night, “Erin” took me and some other guys up into the tower, which overlooks all of Bryn Athyn, and into the freaky wine cellar in the basement. it wasn’t very scary, but that’s to be expected with a bunch of teenagers whooping it up. all i can say is that i wouldn’t want to hang around this place by myself at night.
this “reverse egosurfing” page is a neat idea. you put your long lost friend on a page indexed by search engines and include all the relevant information about where you knew them and connections you had. then you hope for them to come find you. (incidentally, that page was written by the father of a girl whom i hooked up with at age 14.)