I was sitting at the laptop and I started hearing strains of “Jesus, Lover of My Soul” being played on a tin whistle. Jon came up a few minutes later and announced that he was cultivating the art of gremlin charming. I went down to see and the gremlin was sitting on the filing cabinet looking very confused. She didn’t want to pose for a photograph and went to hide in her litterbox. After a thorough wipedown with some baby wipes, we put her back on the cabinet and got these pictures…
1. Are you superstitious?
Nope.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
Gluing a mirror back together
3. Believer or not, what’s your favorite superstition?
The one about the black cat being bad luck if it crosses your path. Of course I don’t believe it — I have a beautiful black princessish cat.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
I don’t necessarily believe in luck. (Why should I? I’m Irish. Luck is in my bloodstream — I just know it’s there, not something that requires belief.) I have a favorite number, but I don’t know if it brings me luck necessarily.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
Not really. I’m a Taurus, but even that doesn’t fit me because I should logically be a Gemini (because I’m a twin) and I’m not.