Last night my husband randomly put on the documentary about the guy who provides the voice for Elmo on Sesame Street. I'm cleaning the house, not really paying attention. But at some point towards the end of the documentary I put down my cleaning supplies, looked my hubby straight in the face, and said out of nowhere:
"You know, this guy seems to do so much good in the world, I'm just worried that someday a big scandal is going to happen with him and the media is going to really make a circus out of it."
Then, non sequitur finished, I went back to cleaning.
This morning, I wake up to this:
My habit of blurting these horrible premonitions out of seemingly nowhere makes me really popular; it's like when Regan walks into that party in "The Exorcist" and suddenly tells the astronaut he's going to die (and then, I think, she pees the rug?).
Many years ago, I was watching coverage of a Princess Diana charity auction of her outfits (this was when she was still alive), and I suddenly blurted out to my viewing-mates: "She's selling those clothes off because she's going to die soon." And she did; die soon. See? Really fun and popular.
Is it psychic? Or is it just picking up subconsciously on countless subtle little details viewed in passing, the mighty power of the mind running its own super-deep analysis and spitting something out?
Anyway, we barely know any details in this case; hope to God this is all untrue. I just...it's beyond my comprehension if this is true. Fucking horrible to the nth degree.
Elmo has had a series of misfortunes over the years: In 2008, one of the talking versions of the doll, "Elmo Knows Your Name," reportedly threatened to kill a boy in Florida. Recently, a man dressed as Elmo has been harassing people with anti-Semitic rants in both Central Park and Times Square; he was subsequently arrested:
Anyway, as one fellow early-riser on Twitter announced:
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