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Dinner, Death and Dismemberments…

How does one celebrate a birthday that comes on a Monday?

Normal folks “go out for dinner” on the weekend.

Alas, I am nowhere near “normal.”

Or, perhaps my bat-shit craziness IS my new kind of “normal.”

I digress.

Enticing you to dare to come and watch...
Enticing you to dare to come and watch…

With the giddiness that can only become a small child, or some bat-shit crazy chick celebrating her birthday…my husband took me to see “The Paranormal Show” by Scott McClelland.

Sweet mother of jeebuz! *fistpumps* I am ALL over that shit like a fat kid on a Smartie, man!

What was my expectation?

Why, to be amazed, of course.

Listen, in a world of auto-immune disease and health and “do’s” and “don’t”…of cancelling social engagements because I can’t move or “always” having to click “maybe” on attendance to events…I sure-as-shit was NOT going to miss this one. I needed this night out of dinner and awesomeness and let me tell you right now, my beloved readers…it: Did. Not. Disappoint.


The artwork itself is an attraction of wonder...
The artwork itself is an attraction of wonder…

How about the travelling freak show?!?! Oh yes. That’s correct. For a mere $4…$4!!!…you get to go into the receptacle of oddities…the aggregate of awesomeness…of HORRORS…the freaks and “things” it contains will give you the heebie-jeebies and/or the nightmares of your childhood. His voice emanates over the loudspeaker…daring you…taunting you…to step inside and bear witness to the oddities and possessed particulars that only he could procure from around the world… maniacally imploring you to step through the heavy drapes protecting the rest of the world from seeing such splendours unspeakable…there are just no words…

Professor Crookshank is most assuredly a purveyor of wonderment…








Some days I verily believe that this might just be that which cures what ails me…if I were to only dare…
Intricacies of a travelling caravan of wonders…












For less than a Starbucks mochachocabreakthebank-latte…YOU can be a part of one of the last World of Wonders travelling museums in Canada. And then there’s Carnival Diablo. Events of all kinds…Not. To. Be. Missed.

On to The Paranormal Show!

(I have the website music playing in another tab whilst I type…it gives me the ambience of last eve’…true story)

Awaiting the illustrious Vladimir Eisengrimm...
Awaiting the illustrious Vladimir Eisengrimm…

Being my first-ever attendance, I’d really no idea what to expect. Magic tricks? Slight of hand?

Then I asked myself, “Do you really want to expect something?”


Well, no. No, I didn’t. I wanted that child-like awe of seeing things that I simply couldn’t explain…and I sure-as-shit didn’t want my brain to calculate or speculate or endeavour to explain…

No. I wanted “Awe.”

And I mutha’ freakin’ got it.

Scott’s stage presence wasn’t…”stage”…at all. He is as natural as air. Mysterious. A little dark, with a side of “cackle.” I couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze. His presentation was fluid, dynamic…the stories encapsulating me into a world that existed well over 100 years ago…compounded by amazingly unnatural abilities and even….oh, dare I say it…Thomas Edison’s “ghost machine”…

…”You, my dear.”

Wait, what?

Me? Me, what!? Go up? (O.O)

Let me tell you just how splendidly his atmosphere was crafted…I was up and participating before I’d even known I was standing in front of a dining room full of spectators.

Me. Clinically anxiety-riddled chick. The kind you need to pop pills for.


It was…bear with me for the personal comment that only those who were there could understand: “Remarkable.” 😉

I can’t explain what he did, because I couldn’t even begin to understand the particulars. And? Frankly, I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t want to understand. I wanted to accept it with a mind free of the reality of my daily living…

His ability to craft so much audience participation was glorious. No shaming, no humiliation (which was always a huge fear of mine…even moreso than that of flying bugs…true story)…

One night.

I got to have One. Night.

One night of total escapism from the relentless pain, the stress and the pressure of doing all that I do, with all that I have.

I can’t fully articulate to what extent that means to me, but suffice it to say, “If anyone, anywhere…needed a medium through which to escape the reality of time and space, this production is precisely the means by which one could do so.” My words. Said with *jazzhands*.

Next day and I’m STILL giddy and totally all fan-girl.

There are very few things that astound me.

I have five kids. You can’t scare me.

Or so I thought………………………………………………………….

There’s a little person of a different kind in that capsule of travelling wonderments…he’s chained…but for how long?

I dare you to go and see…

Will you dare to enter under the cover of night??
Will you dare to enter under the cover of night??









1 Comment

  1. Laurie Stewart

    I saw Carnival Diablo when he was set up in Ottawa ages ago, and you’re absolutely right. I have no idea how he did it. I don’t want to know how he did it. I just want to see him do it again. 🙂

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