Book ,'Objects In Space'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It's only 105 here.
Swelter. I should go down by the water where it is always cooler, but that would mean getting dressed. It's sad when Lazy trumps Hot.
I think the possibility you are missing, Fay, is that there aren't monsters/ghosts/whatever, but if we pretend that maybe they are it's sort of thrilling to put ourselves in mock danger and show how brave we are. Maybe. I have found Supernatural to be a little too scary for me to watch at night, so, not something I personally subscribe to.
I think the possibility you are missing, Fay, is that there aren't monsters/ghosts/whatever, but if we pretend that maybe they are it's sort of thrilling to put ourselves in mock danger and show how brave we are.
See, I grok this with, oh, watching Aliens, for example. Scary jumpy scary jumpy rollercoaster of pretending. But this stuff - I don't know, I guess I'm just astonished that so many people are apparently confident that they know everything, and that there are definitely no terrible or wonderful secrets in the universe. No Good or Evil, heaven or hell, angels or demons.
I mean, I remain sceptical about most everything, but for me the whole thing about being sceptical is the "Hey, I don't actually know everything about how the universe works, so why should I sign up to your paradigm" POV, rather than "Nah, that's all definitely total bullshit/clearly the one true reality" POV. This is my take on organised religion as well as ghosts and what have you.
Of course, into this we need to factor in the sheer terrible strength of my imagination.
(Yes, I am still scared of sharks in any body of water larger than a bath. Logic has nothing to do with this.)
I think that the whole let'sgotothespookyhauntedhouse thing is something you can only do if you really don't have a lot of imagination.
But YMMV. I think this is just something I Do Not Get. Like people voting for the Tories.
Well, you also have to factor in the stereotypical teenager attitude of Nothing Bad Can Possibly Happen to Me. Even if there are monsters they will eat someone else.
Well, you also have to factor in the stereotypical teenager attitude of Nothing Bad Can Possibly Happen to Me. Even if there are monsters they will eat someone else.
OMG. This is the truest thing in the history of true. That is why.
Okay. I get it now. Cheers.
Suzi, you can find it here.
(Yes, I am still scared of sharks in any body of water larger than a bath. Logic has nothing to do with this.)Oh me too. But I also have no intention of going to the "haunted" places because why would I freaking ever want to do that??????
Ay...I have to leave for the airport in a little less than 8 hours. I am not packed, and at some point I"ll need to like, shower and stuff. But I wanna stay up and do stuff and procrastinate! Stupid 8AM flight out of an airport an hour away. Boo.
The only Russian restaurant I've been to was in Korea. Apparently it was where all the strippers (who were imported from Russia for the American soldiers) and their Russian boyfriends/bodyguards would go. Very bizarre, but probably not any MORE bizarre than the other places we ate...
Korea importing Russian strippers for Americans is striking me as very funny.
It's possible I need food.
Happy birthday, vw! Quickly, before it isn't anymore. My 30s were so very much better than my 20s, and I hope that they will be so for you too!
The 30s: old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway.
I am having an awful day. And I am a fucking moron. I'm surprised I haven't tripped and broken my neck.
A) I went to look at an apartment without having the address or the number of the woman who lived there, and I spent ten minutes looking ON THE WRONG STREET.
B) I got off at the transfer station and then EXITED in a tired, sleepy daze, which meant I had to pay an extra three fucking dollars to make it to the station where I was parked.
C) I went to Safeway to buy a discount BART ticket without having checked that they stop selling them at 7.
D) I hate everything.