When I read some of the other writer's block answers, I noticed that several people answered the same as I did. Humans, people, mankind.. the answers reasoned that they were truly scary because of their ability to hurt, apathy, rejection, etc.
That's not my reason. People just scare the hell out of me. I get social anxiety from the oddest things, and it terrifies me to no end. I can go to a concert with thousands of people attending, talk to random strangers in line, and fight my way through the mosh pit - but looking someone in the face who's walking down the same sidewalk as I am is difficult.
Besides people, the other animals I'd add are wasps/bees/hornets and cockroaches.
Why?
I didn't understand my fear of things that buzzed and stung for quite some time. I was finally able to trace it back to a childhood event. Also, a wasp flew down my shirt and into my bra once. Talk about awkward/scary. I believe that was the first time I cursed in front of my mother.
And the cockroaches. Yes, they're disgusting and look weird. But the main thing about them is that YOU CAN'T KILL THEM! They've survived for so long.. I mean, anything that can withstand whatever killed the dinosaurs is pretty scary indeed. They move SO fast on their creepy little legs, and dart around and hide before you've even raised whatever you were going to squash them with. I had a childhood event with one of these, too. *shudder*
Things that didn't make my list, but made others:
Horses. Yes, they're big, smart, and easily crush me and/or break several of my bones. But so could a car. :) Plus, they're cute.
Snakes. I've always wanted a pet snake. I very nearly bought one last fall. I was shopping around for one, and came home to my mother one day to say, "I looked at a snake today in a pet store. It bit me. I want it." Call me crazy.
Spiders. They just don't scare me for some reason. The exception to this would be ones I know can kill me, like Black Widows and Brown Recluses.
Sharks. Yeah, 'cos I'm ever going to go deep sea diving.
Sloths. I could easily outrun one. Excuse me - outwalk.
Bugs. I play with bugs.
Birds. Maybe if I were covered in raw meat, and thrown into a cage with several birds of the raptor family that hadn't eaten in weeks..
Moths. They're completely harmless, and there are some varieties that are actually quite pretty.
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summer_of_giles. I'll make sure to post it here after it's up there, but that'll be later this summer. I've got to do mine early since I'll be at camp this summer; Mark's going to post it for me while I'm gone. :)I need to get my James story going again, but everything I write just doesn't want to finish itself. Stupid, difficult James! ;p
In other news, I hit my head twice today. 3 times in the last 24 hours! What's going on with me?! Mark's going to start making me wear a helmet if I'm not more careful.
Mark laughed at me 'cos I look funny. ;p
My head hurts really badly. :(
- Mood:
IN PAIN
Too much Dr. Who + too many lolcats=
83 % Kinky, 41 % Switchy, 71 % Bottom, 28 % Top
So, there you have it... a realistic apprasal of how kinky and switchy you are.
Scoring low in both is a vanilla personality - nothing wrong with that, mind you.
High in kinky and high in top is is the "typical top" profile; seek out someone with similar levels of "kinky" but who scored high in "bottom".
Similarly, high in "kinky", high in "bottom", but low in "top" and "switchy"
means you're a bottom. Find a top...
High in both kinky and switchy implies you ought to find another kinky switch; otherwise you'll end up being frustrated half the time!
Good luck and good hunting!
[[to rate this test, scroll way +way+ down to the bottom of this page.]]]
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I screwed up somewhere along the way. She's not an hour, maybe and hour and a half away - she's FIVE HOURS ONE WAY away. That's 10 hours on the road for a horse that may be a dud that I don't know if I could even get BACK. *grumbles*
However.
According to Google maps, Owensville, IN (where she is) is 3 hours and 3 minutes from Cape Girardeau, MO. The place is obviously going to be outside of the town, so that time could be a bit more or less. That could work.
My brain hurts too much to think about it anymore right now.
Author: strangexgirl
Fandom: original
Characters: James D'voure
Prompt: 027. Narcissus
Word Count: exactly 100
Rating: G
James buttoned up his shirt and smoothed it out against his stomach. It looked great on him; or rather, he made it look great. His jeans were a perfect fit, too. He had to look good today. Well, he had to look extra good. He always looked good.
He doesn't budge. He keeps snoring.
Mark turns on a Barry Manilow song, and one of Chopper's eyes immediately pops open to give Mark the special Evil Death Glare.
lmao.
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ozma914 's journal ended up in me making a video of Daleks and Cybermen (from the TV show Dr. Who )doing the Safety Dance. 'Cos, you know, they can dance if they want to.Silly me. I don't have a video editor.
Behold, my crappy GIF animation. I spent for FRAKKING ever making all the colors similar in the images so they'd flow better, fixing the image quality, etc etc (except in the one with the weird tan background..)... only for it to get all screwed up with the GIFness. The load time is terrible, the quality sucks now, and it's not all that great to begin with.. but it's fun for a laugh.
This is why I shouldn't embark on projects at 5 am, especially when Mark isn't around to supervise so I don't blow things up. Not that I blew anything up while making this.. :)
Click for insanity
- Mood:
crazy
I figured if I put it behind an lj-cut, people wouldn't look at it. And it needs to be seen. It's not like it has gore or anything, it just evokes terrible sadness/anger.
Unless you're the 'artist' who's using this poor starved dog as an art exhibit.
There's a big kerfluffle going on in one of the writing communities I'm in. Someone wrote a piece inspired by the picture, from different viewpoints of people in the room, and finally the dog itself. However, the squabble ensued because they didn't put it under an lj-cut (because of the image and length), and whether or not it was suitable/appropriate for the community. Petty, but I suppose valid since the community does have rules.. but they missed the point entirely of the content itself. I honestly wasn't a fan of the piece of work that came attached to this picture, but felt the need to do SOMETHING about this, or at least say my piece.
The 'artist' Guillermo Vargas took the starving dog off the street and tied it on a leash to use as an exhibit. Apparently the irony and hipocrisy of people that would come to look at a dog that they would normally ignore if they passed it by on the street is 'art'. From there the stories vary. Some say the dog was chased, further starved, and died during the exhibit. Others say it was cared for, but not attended while on the exhibit to give the impression that it was indeed starving, and that it escaped.
Now, I'm not usually one to get on my soapbox or yell about chickens not being nuggets. But if this guy is allowed to continue, where does it stop? Is he going to get some orphan and put them on display, because it's ironic that their parents were both artists? What about someone who was blind and had been mislead so that they didn't even know they were on exhibit? Would that be good artwork?
My point is: yes, it's sad if the dog really was starved and really did die - but even if the man did take care of it, how is this art.. tying up a dog in a room of people that are ignoring it, watching it suffer? What happened to art being something you made with your own hands, using a brush or a pen or lump of clay or stone?
Even if all the press isn't true, the basis is bad enough.
At least the people taking pictures of hobos on the streets don't give them false hope.
"We are aware of this story and have asked our contacts in Central America for more information. According to local animal welfare organizations, the dog was in a state of starvation when he was captured from the street for display in the exhibit. We have also been informed that the dog spent one day in the exhibit and later escaped the gallery. We do not condone the actions of this so-called "artist," and condemn the use of live animals in exhibits such as this. An animal welfare organization in Honduras, where the next art show will be held, is keeping close watch on the case and assures us that the artist will not repeat his objectionable exhibit."
-US Human Society International.
Good
Articles:
http://www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/v
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guillermo_H
http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/Story.asp?A
Petitions against the artist:
I believe it's the same one, just in different languages. Also, I'm not aware as to how online petitions work, or if they have any validity or not.
http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/
http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/
I should've turned this into a formal essay. My thoughts are all jumbled.
- Mood: sad
Please ignore the term "indie" in the description. ;p
*blink*
I think I'll take the 1,000 lb territorial horse-beasts in the first week or so of trying to re-establish their pecking order over the tiny, fragile babies. Horses I can deal with. Babies terrify me. I'm afraid I'll break them. Saddling a horse I can do.. changing a diaper is foreign to me. And I much prefer barn smell over diaper smell. Plus, you can't ride a baby.
*quirks eyebrow*
I think I've been reading too many of Mark's columns. When I get stressed or tired, I tend to write like him. Maybe I should try for my own column in the paper... "Slightly off the Mark: Sans Mustache".. or something like that.
I make lots of jokes about Mark's mustache, but honestly, I think he'd look really weird without it. I like it.
(Now, who can tell me how I went from babies to mustaches?)
Speaking of Mark and the mustache... we cleaned up the yard yesterday. Picked up the branches, sticks, and shingles and trash from next door, got the leaves away from the basement door, put the screens in the back windows, etc.
There is a HUGE pile of every size of stick imaginable in the backyard.. along with a very large patch of bare dirt from when his pipes were dug up and replaced last year.
You camp people reading this know what this means. Big blazical in the back yard. S'mores, then hamburgers a la foil. Large first aid kit on standby. All kerosene removed from the immediate vicinity.
I'm excited. :D
I might have to make two, at different times. 'Cause, you know.. Banana Boats. </camp jargon>
Also, I talked to my mother on the phone today for probably 3 1/2 hours or more altogether today, and didn't want to smash my face into any sort of hard, unyielding object. Go me?
- Mood:
awake
And the most awesomest freakin' steak at Applebees. I'd never eaten there before, and... wow.
I can't really think straight enough to put words or sentences together. I need to go to bed soon... got to get up early tomorrow to go to a birthday party for one of Mark's nephews. (Nephew, right? I get sooooo confused..)
- Mood:
content
Your Slogan Should Be |
 How Do You Handle a Hungry Man? Emily. |
Your Slogan Should Be |
Emily. Love Every Bite. |
Your Slogan Should Be |
Smile! You are in Emily! |
Your Slogan Should Be |
Have You Ever had a Bad Time in Emily? |
faith_chaos1000 Casket Pythons
James paced broodily back and forth. Cheesy dread filled his heart. Suzy should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my bloody love, James thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Suzy had been taken hostage by Innocent Hair, a supervillain who had the city in a state of ancient terror. James fainted dead away, like kids in a candy store with no parents.
When he came to, there was a bump on his elbow and the cheesy dread had returned. "Suzy, my moody honey bunny," he cried out slowly. "What is Innocent Hair doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing arrogantly as he bit her in the nose.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, James remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 casket pythons, then whatever you wish for will come true.
James ordered in a supply of casket and set to work, folding pythons until his elbow was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last python when Suzy walked in the front door.
"Suzy!" James screamed and threw himself into Suzy's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 casket pythons and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing under the stars. He kissed Suzy hungrily on the nose.
"Actually," Suzy said, pulling away indefinitely, "I was rescued by the Dark Banana. He's a new superhero in town." Suzy sighed. "And he's really fascinating."
The cheesy dread came back. "But you're morose to be back here with me, right?"
Suzy checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Dark Banana for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay vampiric, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.
James choked back a sob and started folding another python. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
Just posting to say I'm alive. It's been hectic the past couple of days. Mark and I have both been feeling like crap lately (and we're not the only ones!) so we've just kinda been vegging amidst our bouts of doing stuff.
My brain's fuzzy. :s
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