Rambling preamble to a totally pointless video

Written by hootenannie on May 26th, 2009

Before getting roommates this past December, I lived alone for 5 years.  I cannot remember a time that I was ever scared to live by myself.  But last night, I started to wonder… why?

I’m still house-sitting, and when it was close to midnight and I was in bed working on the computer, one of the dogs sat straight up and started growling.  He made his way to the doorway to the hall, and then started barking ferociously.

I knew that someone was in the house.

I knew that he was coming down the hall.

I knew that I should have made Charlton Heston my president.

I sat there frozen as Lucky the dog ran down the hall and out to the living room.  Then everything fell silent.

That’s when I got TERRIFIED.

Because I started hearing whispers – like the smoke monster from “Lost.”  So not only is there someone in the house, but he is a Jedi of canines, and is putting Lucky into a trance, and if he can do that to a yellow Lab, then what can he do to me?  I’m going to wind up with a tracking device injected into my neck, brainwashed, telling people that my name is Kiki Van Alsteen and assassinating foreign officials.

But instead of finding myself a weapon and going on a man-hunt, I told myself that I was crazy, and turned out the light.  And fell asleep completely petrified – like, blankets-pulled-up-to-my-chin, eyes-squeezed-shut, peeing-my-pants scared.

Can you say “avoidance”?

This morning, I forgot that I had to go to work.  I was in the middle of a dream that Taylor Swift was holding her CD release party at my old Music Row apartment, and thousands of people were lined up on the sidewalk outside my home (I was going to make them take off their shoes at the door).  My alarm kept going off, but I guess that I kept snoozing, because when the dream reached a crescendo and the other Annie had won a lunch at P.F. Changs with Taylor Swift herself, I was already a half an hour late for work.

But none of that is important.  Behold!  Today, I have a video.

Warning: I may have discovered sound effects.

I know.  Get excited.

Productivity and Boredom from Annie Parsons on Vimeo.

14 Comments so far ↓

  1. May
    26
    11:59
    AM
    Deborah Barnett

    you should have been at the Sloss’s Memorial Day BBQ & Horseshoe Tournament yesterday. It was loads of fun.

    But PZC and I both agreed that you would have melted.

  2. May
    26
    1:06
    PM
    Chet

    Love the sound effects! Why does the tuba in the bathroom make me laugh? Parsons humor, that’s why…

    FYI – I have two pictures to match your Snow Hill picture, complete with Linwood frames.

  3. May
    26
    2:07
    PM
    Laura

    I’m so glad I’m not the only one who hits the snooze unintentionally like that! It’s like yes, I slept in, but it wasn’t my fault… doesn’t fly with my professors :-)

  4. May
    26
    4:20
    PM
    erin, a girl with sometimes fabulous hair

    was this made before or after the artichoke for one? Secondarily, not even a mention. I thought i meant something AP.

  5. May
    26
    4:22
    PM
    Emily

    1: your skin is amazing
    2: I LOVE your shower curtain and envy your bathroom window/shelf.
    3: I don’t believe you were six when you painted that owl.

  6. May
    26
    6:37
    PM
    Greta

    Yes we do like romantic things like that.

    My allergies are in full force and I am SNEEZING…

    We had completely opposite weekends. Maybe we both needed a little of each other’s weekends.

    Also: I WASHED MY CAR TOO! Which hardly ever happens EITHER! We are so meant to be best friends.

  7. May
    26
    11:04
    PM
    rachel

    You know what I found amazing about your owl? Besides it’s awesome coloring and abstracty lines? The fact that it hoots. How cool is that??

  8. May
    27
    12:15
    AM
    wrecklessgirl

    not pointless at all. in fact, it was the highlight to MY day….because i spent the day alone. (albeit, a full day alone, with one brief bridge (get it? like…a bridge in a song?) anyway…with a friend. for 15 minutes). anyway, la la la, i love your orange!!! orange is the best ever. lots of things i have are orange. and blue is the opposite of orange so brava! it works.

    i think your videos are hilarious. i think you are adorable!

  9. May
    27
    1:30
    AM
    Michelle

    Sound effects make any video better! :) I have found this to be true as I just discovered these while crafting a cinematic masterpiece my husband and I made. About a bat we found in our house. Of course. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14l90nbH6lo

    I don’t know if it can compare with the orange towels however.. :)

  10. May
    27
    9:27
    AM
    annie

    Ok, I, too, love the orange towels (one of my fave colors), and I especially LOVE the owl. I collect owls. My kids got me an earring holder for Mother’s Day that’s a tree with three owls sitting in it. Interesting, because I noticed your earring holder in that cute bathroom of yours, which holds many more pairs than mine. But mine has owls on it. And my kids picked it out for me. I totally love it. Sorry, I’m rambling.

  11. May
    27
    3:56
    PM
    Mandy

    So when I stopped in to read your blog today, I’ll have you know that Ariel (aka: the cutest baby alive) was squirming in my lap uncontrollably. As soon as your voice came on in your video, she sat still in a trance watching until it was over. Good job Annie. Good job.

  12. May
    27
    7:12
    PM
    Brooke

    Love your bathroom decor – it’s lovely!

  13. May
    27
    8:09
    PM
    soulstirrer

    this is really pointless but really interesting blog I have ever seen

  14. May
    28
    2:04
    PM
    Tad

    You really need a “Knight in Shining Armor” to go kick ass for you. Or maybe a very large dog that loves you and loves to eat dangerous people.

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