Big things in water. Like cruise ships or ferries carrying multiple levels of automobiles. *shudder* It’s a phobia of mine; been that way ever since I saw a documentary on the Titanic. The image of her rising up out of the sea before her terrible plunge down into the black is too horrifying to even contemplate. Yeesh. No, I don’t think I’ll be getting on a cruise ship anytime soon.
Sir Topham Hat. I suppose he is meant to look jolly, but he just looks like a creepy old child molester to me. But what I find super-creepy is the way he’s always saying, “Thomas! You are a really USEFUL engine!” Am I the only one who wonders what will happen to Thomas if he stops being Really Useful?
Earwigs. Ugh, do I really have to explain this one? One word: Pincers…
Face-swapped photos. Sometimes they are pretty hilarious, but mostly they are just disturbing.
The Church of Scientology. It’s pretty mindbending to me that, with all the credible information out there that Scientology IS A BIG FAT HOAX, there are people who cling with all their might *coughTomCruisecough* to the idea that they possess some kind of “secret knowledge”. That takes some special kind of brainwashing, and that’s what’s really creepy, the hold they have over these poor, deceived people.
Sidebar: Should be interesting to see if we have a repeat of The Scientology Smackdown, eh, Sara?**
Puppy-monkey-baby cake.
No, seriously…do you think you could eat this cake without shuddering the whole time? I rest my case.
Baby teeth. Don’t ask me why. As long as they’re still in a baby’s head, I’m fine, but once they fall out? I know it’s irrational, but for me, baby teeth conjure up images of voodoo and witch-doctors. Evil. Needless to say, in our house, daddy played the part of the Tooth Fairy. No way I’m touching those evil little things.
Moles with hair growing out of them. Ok, this one is easy. When I was little, my mom had a rather prominent mole on her upper lip, and yes, it had little hairs growing out of it. (I’m shuddering as I write this.) For a while, I went through a period where I was afraid to kiss my mom because I was afraid I might inadvertently kiss her hairy old mole. (Sorry about that, mom.) Eventually my mom had the thing removed, but to this day, whenever I see a hairy mole, I automatically shrink away. Please just don’t kiss me, ok?
**The Church of Scientology has people who comb the web, looking for defamatory remarks about their religion and it’s members. How do I know this? Well, about a decade ago, something I wrote on a tiny little blog that next to no one read, attracted the attention of the Church. Basically, it was my less-than-flattering opinion of Tom Cruise and his minion good pal, David Miscavige. Apparently, Scientologists take this stuff pretty seriously, because within a day of posting it, I began receiving comments from a C of S member who strenuously objected to what I had posted, defended Cruise and Miscavige and strongly urged me to remove the “defamatory” remarks. Which I promptly did. Not because I’m scared of the Church of Scientology or anything, just because it was really no skin off my ass either way. I wasn’t really heavily invested in the remarks I had made, so *shrug* I took ’em down. And I sincerely apologized as well.
But it really opened my eyes to the extent of their paranoia as well as their massive reach into the lives of ordinary people through technology. See, this guy admitted straight up that he did this all the time (he couldn’t deny it because Google sees all!) but not on behalf of the Church in any sort of official capacity, no, he did this all on his own, just an ordinary guy speaking out on behalf of his Church whenever he “happened to stumble upon misinformation”. Sure, dude. That’s how you found me, you “happened” to stumble upon my blog on the very day I posted something negative about your Messiah. What a coincidence!
Yeah, them Scientologists creep me out.
Never Enough Sippy Cups 