Re: Pub Photo. Smoke and Pareidolia, still cool though.

You may have already guessed, but I don't believe in ghosts.

And then I ask them if Jesus rode down from heaven on a unicorn made of cotton candy to rescue them.

Which leads to anger.

It led to me cracking up.

I'm not too sure about ghosts, but I do believe in ESP (my brother had an episode of knowing what was going to happen before we were in a car accident when I was a toddler).

Nobody ever got a photo of Resurrection Mary, but there is a cool photo of the bars at the cemetary at her Wikipedia page which she supposedly burnt her handprints into and the prints could not be painted over but had to be replaced.

And then I ask them if Jesus rode down from heaven on a unicorn made of cotton candy to rescue them.

That musta been one sticky unicorn. But delicious.

My friend's picture of the emeffing awesome dog flyer that's hung around our neighborhood got boingboinged today. It's an internet sensation!

I don't believe in ghosts even a little bit. It's like the whole religion thing. They share space in my brain with Santa and fairies.

I don't know, Allyson. I've never seen one myself, but I suppose it could happen. Not holding my breath though. (ghosts, compassionate conservatives, you know)

It's stuff I'm putting in my next book, and I'm sure I sound like a condesending asshole to them, and they sound like hippy dippy weirdos to me.

Last week, after listening to a big story about ghosts from my neighbor Michelle, I said: You know what I know? The sun is going to supernova, fry the earth into one big dead rock, and if there are any aliens out there, they'll never find any evidence of us having been here, aside from any surviving space trash.

Where do you think all the ghosts will go? Will they just be like, "yeah, this is my 40 sq. ft. of burnt rock to haunt. Boogedy Boogedy."?

And I got the usual response of "asshole."

To which I reply, "dude, why do you keep telling me this shit?"

Do people here believe in ghosts?

I was 'eh' on the whole concept (no strong feelings either way) until I went to England and specifically the Tower of London. Then I was all "dude, there is soooooo stuff walking around here." By the time I got to Scotland I couldn't imagine growing up in the British Isles and not believing in them.

By the time I got to Scotland I couldn't imagine growing up in the British Isles and not believing in them.

It can be done. See: Husband, mine.

Plus I dig up dead people from thousands of years ago and have yet to be haunted. And you'd think that if they were going to go after anyone, it'd be the people disturbing their everlasting rest. Because they're getting in the way of a new motorway.