This is sort of Halloween themed… When I was in college I was in a sorority—I won’t name it. My local sisters all got the Naked ME, but I’m not so sure the national council would see it that way, but anyway… we had a brother fraternity… and the brother fraternity happened to live in the house that was originally OUR house. Now this fraternity (or rather, the house) had a GHOST. The ghost went by the name of Mildred. Mildred was NOT a former Figi (obviously, as she was female), so the story GOES that Mildred was one of US.
I rushed as a sophomore (on a dare, but never mind; and for those of you who have never contemplated it: rush is the process of choosing a Greek house on a college campus--but while you choose them, they also choose you--it can be ugly); the University of Oregon didn’t start school until late September. Once started, there were often parties on the weekends, paired with a fraternity, but the first BIGGIE was a Halloween party... with out brother Figis—the THEME? Mildred’s Wake.
I rushed as a sophomore (on a dare, but never mind; and for those of you who have never contemplated it: rush is the process of choosing a Greek house on a college campus--but while you choose them, they also choose you--it can be ugly); the University of Oregon didn’t start school until late September. Once started, there were often parties on the weekends, paired with a fraternity, but the first BIGGIE was a Halloween party... with out brother Figis—the THEME? Mildred’s Wake.
You see... according to the social chair (a girl named Meagan who was very tempting to believe because mostly I fell over laughing when she talked) MILDRED NEEDED US! She was in agony and needed this wake to put her at PEACE.
So we all got costumed. To go to the party we walked through Pioneer Cemetery, a detail that freaked out a few of my sisters. Me? Cemeteries are a little cool... in fact a few years later, I had sex in the same cemetery, but don't tell anyone—it's in poor taste. *cough*
But anyway, when we got to the Figi's, a tale was told about Mildred... her depression... suicide... her HAUNTING...
Mildred was picked upon... Sad...
But as a ghost Mildred had a sense of humor... she interrupted at... rather obnoxious times.
She was compassionate: showing up for people needing sympathy.
She was annoying: creating an alternate noise when someone was trying to... be sneaky.
The consensus was... Mildred was a bit strange... Many Fijis SWORE they had had a Mildred experience...
The consensus was... Mildred was a bit strange... Many Fijis SWORE they had had a Mildred experience...
Our wake for Mildred was a GLORIOUS party. It was briefly solemn, stories of her death... but the tales of her haunting changed the tone quickly. Our Figi brothers were a good match for the quick switch--they really appreciated Mildred. It then became an enjoyable celebration of Mildred's life, an appreciation of her ghostly humor...
Any of you had any 'real ghost' experiences?
I am mostly a skeptic about paranormal, but ghosts are a different matter to me—mostly because of how I see life... as an energy concentration of sorts... I think it is possibly some people are so concentrated they manage to stick around a while... or something... So I'd love to hear evidence for or against ghosts...
Mockingjay
Totally late on a Mockingjay review... I LOVED the book (unlike my poor friend Leigh who wasn't pleased). My thought on the matter is this. War is dark. Love triangles are sticky. I really felt like it was the book it needed to be. I thought what happened to Peeta was exactly right-- realistic, given their reality... and REDEEMING for a skeptic like yours truly who never quite found him a worthy interest before this.
Yes, war is ugly. I admire Collins for not shying away from what was necessary to keep this compelling.
It was just a darned good book.
Movie/Writer Melding
Cheap Therapy is holding a MOVIE Bloghop on the 18th for movies about WRITERS. Now I know the brainstorming can be a little rough, but there are some great ones, so why not join the fun!?