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And I laughed pretty hard. Then I found out he was going to school to be a pilot (or maybe that was first, I don't remember) and I just decided I wanted to keep reading his stuff just because. Not a best friend or SO, just a random little story about the only person where I first knew them is from LJ.
OH I remember the first post of his I read. The one where he made some sort of promise to himself I'm almost certain. I just saw this image when I was browsing through. OH technology..... Starting to read his stuff was a good choice, even though my own stuff is stupid and I feel sorry that he has read some of what he has possibly read. LJ's my venting place, mostly.
...yes, these are the things I ponder in the middle of the night!
It really depends on whether or not they're venomous and if I'm in the pit or if it's just a pit. But either way, spiders. I hate spiders. I can look at a spider and admit, even to myself that yes they are interesting, even pretty sometimes to look at. BUT, they crunch. Yeah, I know, that's a big old pussy reason to pick venomous snakes over totally harmless spiders, but the fact remains. They crunch and they don't even have blood for blood. They're like cockroaches that way. They have this yellowy puss blood. And they make that disgusting sound when they get smooshed so if I was IN the pit, that would be a big no factor there. Then, even if I wasn't in the pit, spiders unlike snakes, can climb up the sides of walls and shit, so they'd just come right out after me. Snakes can hiss and be really pissed off about the whole situation--for which I couldn't really blame them--but they're not getting out of the pit to come after my ass, either.
Now, if it was a pit full of dolls verses a pit full of say... praying mantis, well I'd be a bit more stuck on the issue. Because I am so fucking terrified of dolls, you don't even know, BUT praying mantises make me think of alien lifeforms with superhuman intelligence and I would be thinking if I crunched any of them that the mothership was going to come down and spank me. The mommy mantises would rip off my head and eat me. Wait.... yeah, anyway something like that.
Pit of snakes. The spiders would leave you alone and... well, they're spiders. I bet they'll climb out on their own and mostly be gone. The worst part would be the creepy crawly feeling.
Unless you mean like, a pit of giant spiders. Which...ah, I'll take the spiders. Snakes will strangle you.
Oh my god LJ what are you even doing to me with this.
Very very close to seven years ago today, I had my first real-time conversation with littlegirltoast, whose LJ I'd been so charmed by that I quickly added him on MSN messenger and was delighted to get to talk to.
I can't remember the date exactly, but I know it was four days after I got married. I just can't recall when I actually got married. Did I get married on the 5th and talk to Jesse on the 9th? Or was the 9th my wedding anniversary and I talked to Jesse on the 13th? Should a person know when they got married? Probably. A person should probably also not get a monster crush on someone else four days later.
I have thought about Jesse every day for seven years.
I was in Ottawa last weekend, and we spent as much time together as we could. We went out for dinner and I gave him his birthday present. We hugged a lot. We stood in the cold with our arms around each other's shoulders, sort of stalling and wanting to just be in the same space for longer. He picked me up, even, and commented that most of the ways he'd delight an 8 year old he could also delight me.
This weekend he's playing a show in Halifax for his birthday, and I won't be there.
I have spent all of Jesse's birthdays with him since this one, also a rap show also in Halifax. I was supposed to go but I didn't and then we didn't meet for four months even though we lived four blocks apart because I don't know why.
I wish I'd gone to that rap show so bad.
I wish I was going to this one.
Have you ever listened to the Julia Sweeney autobiographical monologue "Letting Go of God"? In it, she talks about how it was SO hard for her -- even after she'd come to the conclusion that she didn't logically think there was a deity -- to actually stop believing in god. She said it was just too much of a change all at once. So what she'd do was set a timer, and for five minutes at a time, think "There is no god". Then she'd let herself go back to thinking there was. She sort of gradually built up the time until it was comfortable to be an atheist.
That's what I had to do about internalizing that Jesse and I weren't going to live in the same house anymore. It was too much of an overhaul to my reality to do all at once. It was a long process and I fought it every step of the way.
But my reality is overhauled now.
I miss Jesse most when it's about 4pm during the week. When I worked in Niki's office, I'd call home at around that time to tell him I was headed home soonish, and to see what he thought might be a good plan of what to do for dinner. But mostly I'd call because he'd be so silly and funny on the phone. Everything I said was a straight line to a joke, and we'd just enjoy each other and be goofy at each other well past the point where I just could have left the office and gone home. But it was so much fun (UNH) that I never wanted to hang up.
I feel like we take turns being disconsolate about the way things are now. A few weeks ago, Jesse wrote this about how sad it all is. I couldn't really read it all at once, but it didn't make me fall apart completely. But when I hugged him goodbye on my last night in Ottawa, I couldn't stop crying, and he was the more composed one. He said "It's okay. It's just like this now. We have finite time together." It just made me cry harder, but he had to go.
There have been so many times that one of us has been crying and the other one has to go.
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Ashleigh, now I know what you meant by "lovestruck insanity", haha.
If there are black mamba's involved all bets are off!
Well, it depends. If neither the snakes nor spiders are poisonous, I'd say the spiders are worse, just because I really don't like the feeling of things crawling over me, and they can get into...places, and they're way too easy to squish 3: Plus, I love snakes. I think they're awesome :D
If one pit is full of poisonous animals and the other is not, then the poison pit is worse. And if they're both poisonous, whichever pit has the animals more likely to bite me is the one I want to avoid.
So here's a question for you: knowing all that, WHY DID YOU POST A PICTURE OF A SPIDER.
I'm torn between two places...but one certainly outweighs the other in sentimentality.
For one, I want to see London. As a diehard Queen fan, I want to visit Freddie Mercury's house, to stand beside 'the wall'. Thanks to Mary Austin (his one-time girlfriend who inherited the place when he died), the wall's been treated so world-wide fans can no longer sign the wall and write messages for Freddie, however, it still doesn't stop them from visiting, taking pictures, and being able to stand outside the place the greatest rock star EVER once called home. To be able to be one of these people would be a dream for me.
The other place I want to visit is Japan. I'm thoroughly in love with the overall culture of the place, but it's the Kyoto culture of the geisha I want to see most. Gion has been the most well-known home for geisha for ages, and it's a place I want to see dearly. For some strange reason, there's something so very beautiful about this ancient part of Japan's culture that I adore and greatly respect. I don't know why Japan draws me like it does. Like many, I started by simply loving anime, though I didn't get into it too much. But by seeing some of the ways of Japanese everyday life portrayed in anime, I started to read. Then I was handed a book by a friend, called Memoirs Of A Geisha. Like many, I learned what I believed to be true about the geisha community from this, but it was only a start. From there, I found Iwasaki Mineko's autobiography, Geisha, A Life. For anyone interested, find this book! It's amazing! It's one of the best books I've ever read, and it made me love Japan even more, just because of the way she was able to bring it to life in her own story.
I've said that if I ever left the States and lived elsewhere, it would be Japan, and I think that's true. It's so very different from life here, but I can't imagine anywhere else. There's so much contrast between the busy cities and the quiet outside edges with shrines and gardens. If I ever have the chance to walk through a true Japanese garden, to see one of those ethereal shrines, I'll be able to smile and go on happy. Photos alone make me smile in a love-struck kind of way. All because of animation and books, and now I want to see what they painted in my mind, to see it all for real, beyond photos and websites, beyond imagination.
I'm an indecisive person, and again, I can't name one answer. I guess we'll have to settle for me making one trip, stopping in London before continuing on to Japan. ^_^
If I'm stuck with poisonous snakes or spiders, it doesn't really matter, since I'm dead anyway. If it was a contest between harmless household spiders and harmless pet snakes, I'd pick the snakes for sure. If it was a mix of different species, it wouldn't matter again, since I'd probably end up dead.
Those are some depressing options (explains the title, for sure).
I tend to follow George Carlin's creed: "I don't have pet peeves, I have major psychotic fucking hatreds." And my biggest is stupidity. Actually, you can up that to Stupidity On Wheels.
There's nothing I hate worse than a moron at the wheel, and since I seem to live in the Florida Community Home ("And by homes I mean those places where some people, let's face it, have to be kept", quoth Carlin) for moronic drivers, I see them EVERYWHERE!!!!!! I didn't even get my license until I was 30, okay? There's a reason for that. I have my own personal issues, and after a car accident while pregnant with my youngest daughter, I had a phobia about being behind the wheel and being responsible for everyone else in the car with me. Well, when we moved here, I had no choice but to learn. Okay, FINE! So I did. Trial by fire. I drove down here in the blizzard of '09. Arrived in rains so heavy I watched every intersection in case Noah was coming the other way. After that, you can pretty much handle anything.
Until the Crazies are let loose.
"Holy Jumpin' Fuckin' Jesus!!!" (Again, quoth the man!)
Who moved all the morons down here?!?! And why did they put them all in my city?! WHY?! I didn't even realise how bad it was until someone tried to run me off the road in a bid to get to the red light faster than me! Off the road? I'm sorry, I meant off the overpass over the damn freeway! While coming home from a parent-teacher conference!
The day I got my license, the lady who did my test was so nice. She made me feel so much at ease that I wasn't as nervous as I had been. See, the state was raising all the fees for licenses and tags and such, and we wanted to get it taken care of before the date that took effect, which meant I didn't quite feel ready, BUT, had no choice. Bite the bullet and deal with it. Right, gotcha! But she was very nice, quietly spoken, and very patient with me. I passed easily. When my license had been printed and was ready, she handed it over with the warning "Be careful out there. There are some weird people on the road."
Pray tell, ma'am... Who gave them THEIR licenses?? Cos, I seem to be getting one from you good people, and you're gonna warn me about other licensed Florida drivers around here?? Sure. I realise many are indeed from out of state and moved here just like I did, but... SERIOUSLY?! Have you seen these assholes?! They're not WEIRD! They're freakin' homicidal!!!
It took my husband some time to realise you had to learn to drive like everyone else here in order to ensure you get from Point A to Point B and remain ALIVE. He hated my driving, but once he realised WHY I drove like that, he seemed to understand. Now, he's just as 'bad'...but we're both still breathing! The fun part was when I visited Cleveland again and got stuck behind slow people... I wanted to kill 3 people just trying to make a 10 minute trip from my grandmother's house to the mall!!! It's amazing I didn't have a coronary from screaming at them!!
And for anyone who reads the Cheezburger sites, and looks at That Will Buff Out... I've seen ALL of that, especially the Douchebag Parkers. Those are my favorites. We've got them everywhere. If I were to submit every one I see, I could keep that site going all by myself.
Pensacola is a beautiful place. Our beach is gorgeous, we have the Navy base, downtown is full of history, nightlife, art/drama/music, and wonderful restaurants and shops... It's a fantastic city to live in, and I love it here... But if you ever come to visit, watch out...cos seriously, the people drive like NASCAR rejects. Zombies on meth could drive better than this!
Maybe this explains why I love watching World's Dumbest. I guess it's considered free therapy.
That would really depend on the sort of spiders or snakes. Either way, my first thought weld be "awesome!", my second thought would be "can I keep one as a pet?" and my third thought would be "I wonder if these things are deadly and I should back away from this pit?".
Of course, if I instantly recognised the variety of spider or snake, I might skip thought number three entirely, or jump directly to the second bit of thought number three.
Now, a pit of, say, invisible, brain-slurping, unknowable monstrosities from the space between the starts, I might be a little creeped out.
Evidently I'm rather well off, none of my phobias seem to actually exist.
Truly depends on the snakes. Are we talking Cobras and Asps? Ill take my chances with the arachnids. But if the snakes are just your average boas, pythons...give me the snakes. I honestly miss Odin crawling aroud my neck. I loved how cold he was.
Well that would depend on the type of snake or spider. Is it rattlesnakes vs daddylong legs? Then I'll take spiders. If it's garter snakes vs those australian funnel web spiders, I'll take the snakes. What an incomplete question, that's irritating.
Funny this question was asked today, I was stung by a scorpion on my finger today. It hurt, but not as much as a wasp sting. I used an activated carbon pack on the area, and there's just a little numbness remaining now. I'm going to put another one on it when I get home, and all the symptoms should be gone within a week.
It also reminds me of a story of a snake charmer in India who was charming his cobra a number of years ago. The snake bit him. So, he bit the snake back. He was treated at the hospital, and was fine. The snake however, being bit on the head by a human, died. The scorpion that stung me was soon squished, by the way. Even though I felt a touch of sadness at crushing it, it had stung me, and that was not nice.
Snakes? I'm used to them gathering together. You can get around them. Plenty of snakes do that regularly. I might be lucky, it might just be a bunch of constrictors or something. Non venomous. :D
But I cannot survive the unholy idea of a pit of spiders. That's something beyond evil because no evil doer has ever tried it. It's too evil. It upsets the mind to even think about it. And then there's the horror of the spiders CRAWLING OUT and coming after/toward you... Something snakes kinda can't do. And then the webs will be everywhere and... and...
Skin is crawling...
There is insufficient information in this question. What kind of snakes? I might welcome grass snakes. They eat spiders. On the other hand, a pit of harmless garden spiders would be quite pretty. They would kill the other bugs. Knowledge is power.
ugh day off and H.H. had me up at 3am. he never wakes up in the middle of the night so I knew something had to be wrong. he and a diaper full - oh lucky me.
I also have to go to the gyno today - yeah its going to be a banner day off. then when I get home back to work on H.H.'s room. it should be done this weekend. YAY. I also have to address his birthday party invites. Granted it will only be me and my mum - possibly his Da. this is the part that sucks, poor kid won't have anyone at his first birthday but us and the dogs. I am still going to give him a party with decorations, I suppose it more for me then anything. these are the times I get really depressed about my situation. I also get humiliated all over again as well.
I didn't meet my love through livejournal but myspace :) I'm so glad I sent him that request<3 I love him lots<3333
Imma marry him for sure :D I know my friends don't really like him but I love him still! They don't really talk to each other so there's no drama :)
But that would depend on how venomous the snakes are, I guess?
A tough thing to determine... Both would ultimately kill you if inhabited by the correct creatures, however a pit of spider's would be impossible to survive. As a pit, you would fall in and by landing on the spiders you would instantly crush and kill many, but those only injured would instantly bite and with that many bites a person would quickly succumb to their venom.
Snakes on the other hand would be more apt to try to escape. None, or much fewer would be killed, however fewer of the snakes would bite or attack the person that fell in. Surely enough would defensively attack however there is a slight enough chance it would be just enough fewer for the person to survive.
Further, depending on how deep the layer of snakes is, the person is more likely to scare the snakes away from a portion of the room and keep the snakes at bay. The spiders on the other hand, being much smaller, are much harder to herd away from a designated location and I believe have a much higher probability of attacking as they flee. Retreating snakes would be much less likely to attack in their flight.
Finally, taking into account the fear factor of the pit, millions of crawling spiders that would crawl over ever inch of your skin is much scarier than snakes slithering around your feet, ankles, and calves only or basically always at the bottom of wherever you land.
Although a rodent invasion at that point would be nice, too. The snakes can eat, and I can get away! Although, if the snakes have arachnophobia, Smudge would be nice to have around. He's smarter than the average spider.