Conversations with (semi-)mundanes

Mom asks about my current crochet project. I cheerfully show her the third-of-a-sphere I have, made from green yarn. She asks what it will be.

Under the assumption that pictures are best, I show her this picture. (Pattern is here.)

Mom: ... ... ...is that an octopus?
Me: Nope! Issa cute'n cuddly little Elder God!
Mom: ...
Me: Well, he usually is depicted like this [google image search for cthulhu], so less cute and cuddly, but...
Mom: ... Elder god?
Me: Cthulhu?
Mom: ...
Me: From the works of H.P. Lovecraft?
Mom: ...

Yep. That went well.

Well crap

Have a 7:00 meeting. Ask aide to be here to toilet me and get me ready at 6 or 6:15. Aide says ok.

...aide then loses track of time. As do I.

At 6:40, I ping aide via text. Aide goes oh crap and comes over. I send text to someone involved in meeting saying I'll be a bit late.

Get out to car at 7.

Car doesn't start. Just goes clickclickclickclick.

...yep. Great omen, that.