My hair has become as long as it was in the 18th Century. I have no problem with this situation. The sixteen year old girl who lives two houses down said I look like a rock star. I know what a rock star is. I like that better than someone calling me cute. She did call me cute. So did her mother. I do not understand. Puppies and babies are cute. I am a Vampire. I am THE Vampire King. Or at least at one time I was Vampire King. A long time ago.
I will take rock star as a compliment.
I do not understand how the hierarchy works in this modern word. I am not even sure I understand the word modern.
My Vampire lover Gillian was talking about something to do with politicians. I never comment in fear of being yelled at, so I just listen when she speaks of such things. She made a curious comment. She said, “If you looked up asshole in the dictionary his face would be there in full 8×10 color.”
I had to speak up and take the chance of her wrath. “I agree the man you speak of is an asshole, but what do you mean by dictionary?”
Gillian turned towards me and blinked exactly three times. “You don’t know what a dictionary is yet?”
“My love,” I said, “You forget that I was locked in a crypt for three hundred years. There are things I still do not know about this world in which I find myself.”
“You don’t know what a dictionary is,” she said, not asking but stating a true fact.
“No. I have heard the term but no I do not know,” I said.
“Oh. That’s right. Before you were locked in the crypt, and where you lived there were no dictionaries. Damn Vlad. I’m sorry.”
“Back around 1806 a man, an American named Noah Webster was tired of everyone spelling words in all kinds of different wonky ways so he created a book called a dictionary. There were some books like it in the past, but he was the first one to do it right. So a dictionary is a book which contains thousands of words, how to spell them, how to pronounce them, and what all of the meanings of those words are.”
“That is fascinating and it sounds quite useful.”
“Definitely. Everyone used to have printed dictionaries, you know, big books. Now it is all online.”
When I do not understand something everyone tells me to “look it up.” I know what the Internet is. I know what Wikipedia is. I know what Google is. Now I know what a dictionary is. I do not know how we survived back in the day but we did.
“If Noah Webster created a dictionary then who is Daniel Webster? I have heard the term which connects his name with the Devil.” I said to Gillian.
“Daniel Webster was a lawyer and a politician back in the 1800’s. The Devil and Daniel Webster is a fictional story about how he convinced a jury of despicable characters to vote against the Devil. The Devil purchased a man’s soul, then of course that man wanted his soul returned. On a rather thin train of reasoning Daniel Webster convinced the jury that the Devil was wrong.”
“What about the Devil Went Down to Georgia? Is that song the same thing?” The creator of that song, unfortunately not being a Vampire, recently passed away.
“No, that is about a young fiddle player who told the Devil that he was a better fiddler,” said Gillian.
“Was he?” I asked
“Absolutely. Dear Vlad, nobody writes songs and stories about the Devil winning, at least not in popular culture. It is the classic good versus evil story.”
“The Devil has no power over Vampires either.”
“No he does not. We’re so much smarter than that. Unfortunately that isn’t true with politicians and preachers.”
I had not heard the song so I looked it up. It was quite interesting.
I am at home more so I have time to look things up. Everyone is at home more.
After finding myself in the 21st Century after being locked in a crypt since 1715 I have come to realize the world is a much more complicated and confusing place.
I do not understand almost everything, yet there is so much that has not changed. More has changed.
I looked up the word cute.
A vocabulary web site stated this: The adjective cute describes something that’s attractive in a pleasing, nonthreatening way. Things that are small or young are often described as cute, like babies, puppies, or toy fire engines.
Something that’s cute is easy to like. We usually use cute to describe how something looks, like your cute smile or your cute dimples, but you can use it for anything that’s endearing or pleasing, like the boy-gets-girl ending to a romantic comedy. Cute can also refer to something that’s overly clever and a little bit fake. Don’t be too cute when you fill out a college application — the person reading it might not think it’s so funny.
What is the term my friends always use? Oh yes, I remember. What the fuck?
In following with Gillian’s advice I used the dictionary. I looked up the Merriam-Webster dictionary.
Definition of cute
1a: clever or shrewd often in an underhanded manner ” … he’s a true patriot and statesman … and a most particular cute lawyer.”— Thomas Chandler Haliburton
b: IMPERTINENT, SMART-ALECKY Don’t get cute with me.
2: attractive or pretty especially in a childish, youthful, or delicate way a cute puppya cutesmile
3: obviously straining for effect The movie’s too cute to be taken seriously.
Smart-alecky? Impertinent? I looked up smart-alecky and did not like that description.
Then I saw it 2: attractive or pretty.
I am still confused, yet not so much as I was. I am attractive. When I was young I could be considered pretty. I am still considered pretty in a manly way. Perhaps it is my youthful glow.
I am 676 years old but will admit, not out of vanity, but out of fact, that I still have a youthful glow.
Sometimes despite my age I feel like one who is a teenager. I think I know everything, yet the more I know the more I realize that I know nothing.
This word cute is something I shall never understand.
Today the weather is insanely hot. It is hellishly hot.
In the days, now so long ago, when I was King of Vampires, I lived in a castle in the mountains. It was never hot. Maybe it would be warm in the summer but never hot like this as if I lived inside of an active volcano.
“How did I get here?” I asked Gillian.
“Private Jet. Don’t you remember?”
“Of course I remember. That is not what I meant. Why here? Why not in a castle in the mountains? Why not a place where it is not so hot? How did you end up here in this hole of Hell?”
“To make a long story short,” she said as she gave me that look that women always give, “Randolpho and I, plus a lot of other Vampires came out here during the Gold Rush to start a new society of Modern Vampires. We were tired of all of the arcane stupid bullshit that we had to deal with. You were gone. Your castle was gone. You were one of the only leaders who stood up against all of the stupidity and old beliefs.”
I looked at here almost feeling as if a tear would come into my eye.
She continued, “I had no idea it would be so hot. None of us did. But this is our home now. Get over it.”
“I appreciate what you did,” I said, because I did. “It is just so far away.”
“We needed to be far away and come to a place where we could have a new start. Our own start. Randolpho, Constantine, and I never stopped looking for you. We never stopped,” she said.
There was a knock on the door, just like in a bad stage play when the writer runs out of things to say and no longer wishes to explore options.
Our friends Randolpho and Constantine were at the door carrying a bag.
“We brought Tequila and limes,” said Randolpho, who was wearing a straw hat decorated with flowers.
“I brought masks for everyone,” said Constantine. “These are not only exceptionally stylish but your fangs won’t get caught in them. I made them myself.”
Constantine is not only the most stylish creature I have ever met but in another life he was a tailor to the most fashionable and important people on the planet.
For the rest of the afternoon, we stayed in my cool house, sipping cocktails. Four Vampires wearing shorts and flip-flops, keeping cool. Maybe this place is not so bad after all.
I still do not understand why it is so hot. Maybe I should look it up.
This has been the 61st installment of Vlad’s Vampire Diary. To look up all of the entries from the very beginning of Vlad’s modern adventures click here.
Just too hot to write anything. I started sw eat when I picked up my tablet 😓 Stay cool.!! 🛀
It is sooooooo hot. You stay cool too!
Gawd I love these stories. I don’t ever want them to end!💗
Awwwwww smoochies. I’ll pass that on to Vlad who I know will send hugs, kisses, and maybe some neck nibbles.
I wish I liked Tequila. I’d bring over some ice and more limes. We never got below 90 degrees F here last night and today will be another scorcher, serious triple digits 114, not your wimpy Sacramento 104. I could use a break from “Excessive Heat Warnings” At least it’s not 117. That will be in two weeks, I’m sure.
Vlad hasn’t been to Las Vegas yet. He is from a cold place with a lot of fog and rain and still getting used to the weather of the West.