I believe in ghosts that come with Winchesters chasing them.

What?

I'm always sort of amused that all female faces are the Virgin Mary and all male faces are Jesus -- even with no one knowing what they could have possibly looked like.

Oh yeah - speaking of Jesus and water towers - once in a small town, people started to see the face of Jesus on a water tower. Almost as if there was an image of Jesus under the paint on the water tower. Which in fact there was - there had been a picture of a face painted on the tower and it was painted over at some point, and years later the face started showing through. Except it wasn't a picture of Jesus, but of Kenny Rogers.

My BFF, who believes in all sorts of stuff which to me is total craziness, like reincarnation and pet psychics and other woo-woo ideas, cured me of going all "Let me prove you wrong" which I used to do when she or other folks I knew started bringing it up. She told me it was what she believed and I may think it's stupid, but telling her that wasn't going to change her OR me, so what was the point? Plus it made her feel bad.

I think that is true to a point. Some things can do real harm. For example, if people believe that water can provide medication they could harm themselves or people they convince by not getting proper medication. For lots of stuff, I pretty much go the same way though. Actually, it would be seriously cool if ghosts are real, but I'm not seeing the evidence that elevates ghosts past the Loch Ness monster or Alien abductions.

Kenny Rogers

Kenny isn't our lord and savior?

::faints::

I believe in ghosts that come with Winchesters chasing them.

What?

If we suddenly end up living in a SPN-type world, I just need to find the people who can fire shotguns. I can be their go-to person for spooky research.

I believe in ghosts that come with Winchesters chasing them.

Speaking of... The Winchester Mystery House [link]

Question for the hivemind --

There's a '70s movie with a running gag in which a character (the lead character's brother-in-law) is constantly calling his office to let them know where he can be reached. Usually along the lines of, "I'm at xxx-xxxx until 4:00. Then I'll be at yyy-yyyy for about 10 minutes, and then at zzz-zzzz until 9:00." And so on.

Which movie is that from? Is it Annie Hall?

That's how I'm feeling with the vet hospital right now. Because between the 2 of us, Hubs and I have 6 phone numbers. None of which is good 24 hours a day.

And I'd vote for Perry Como as our lord and savior.

It can be a problem. One of my neighbors spent 700 bucks on an astral projection class. Another stopped taking her medication for Lyme because she believed she could cure it with meditation and raw bison liver...and then ended up in the emergency room and can hardly walk.

I don't know what to do with shit like that. I pretty much walk away, shaking my head.

If we suddenly end up living in a SPN-type world, I just need to find the people who can fire shotguns. I can be their go-to person for spooky research.

We had that conversation yesterday.

I believe in ghosts that come with Winchesters chasing them.

Well who isn't going to come with Winchesters chasing them, really?