How do people feel comfortable with things close to their necks?
Turtlenecks are a big no-no for me. I can't stand them. Weirdly enough I'm okay with scarves and makeshift cravats, though, provided they're tied loosely.
And when I was a kid, I used to wrap a blanket tightly around my neck before I went to sleep so that I wouldn't be killed by vampires. I know this doesn't make much sense, but my reasoning was that if they had several inches of thick cloth between their fangs and my neck they'd give up and go search for easier prey. Because when I was a kid, vampires crept into your bedroom at night and drank all your blood instead of prancing around with glitter.
When I was a kid, vampires hid in the kitchen if the lights were off when you went in there. I think there were other monsters in other parts of the house, but that's the one I remember.
And speaking of the kitchen, after a year of anticipation, I have a tiramisu cheesecake in the works. The crust is mostly made up of lady fingers and ended up being incredibly moist, so I'm hoping it'll bake into a crust okay. If this thing actually works, I'll post the recipe in the cooking thread. If not, I'm sure it'll be buried in this thread under 100 pages in a few weeks, and then we can never speak of it again.
I don't like turtlenecks, either. I wear a lot of polo shirts with none of the buttons buttoned. When I was a kid, I buttoned my polo shirts all the way up, including the top button, but everyone told me how dorky that looked, so I stopped, and now I don't button any of them anymore.
When I was a kid, vampires hid in the kitchen if the lights were off when you went in there. I think there were other monsters in other parts of the house, but that's the one I remember.
I've always had an incredible imagination, especially for monsters, and I remember where most of them were. The vampires would always come in through the window, because I have this large window directly opposite my bed. There was also a bogey man that walked up and down the driveway outside my window.
The closet was full of the clothes-people, who consisted of all the outfits I never wore, and would assemble themselves into some sort of clothing golem at night to wander the house. Likewise, I was certain that all the toys I'd neglected were plotting revenge on me while I slept.
There was also a crocodile under my bed and the bedposts became demon heads that watched me in my sleep at night. There was also some sort of specter downstairs that only came out if the lights were out.
Yeah...I was pretty creative when it came to things that could kill me in my sleep. And that's not even including the fact that when ever I had a loose tooth, I would always sleep so that if it fell out while I was asleep, it would fall out of my mouth instead of down my throat, where it could choke me.
I've always had an incredible imagination, especially for monsters, and I remember where most of them were. The vampires would always come in through the window, because I have this large window directly opposite my bed. There was also a bogey man that walked up and down the driveway outside my window.
The closet was full of the clothes-people, who consisted of all the outfits I never wore, and would assemble themselves into some sort of clothing golem at night to wander the house. Likewise, I was certain that all the toys I'd neglected were plotting revenge on me while I slept.
There was also a crocodile under my bed and the bedposts became demon heads that watched me in my sleep at night. There was also some sort of specter downstairs that only came out if the lights were out.
Yeah...I was pretty creative when it came to things that could kill me in my sleep. And that's not even including the fact that when ever I had a loose tooth, I would always sleep so that if it fell out while I was asleep, it would fall out of my mouth instead of down my throat, where it could choke me.
I used to keep a blanket over the "headboard" (more like headbars) on my bed because it supposedly protected me from snakes that would crawl up behind me while I slept.
I used to keep a blanket over the "headboard" (more like headbars) on my bed because it supposedly protected me from snakes that would crawl up behind me while I slept.
I would stick pillows and stuffed animals in front of the bedknobs of my bed. Actually...I still do, but only with the ones closest to me because my eyesight has gotten so bad that I can't see the ones at the end of my bed anymore.
You know, the Guitar Hero microphone, is suprisingly good quality.
Better than my intergrated webcam's microphone.
Would be at least good enough for commentary.
Also, my foot pedal has already broke.
Nothing too serious, just a cable has come out and needs to be resoldered back on.
(Maybe needs extending slightly as its waaay too short, and the button thing falls out all the time, which pulls the cables)
EDIT: I guess till its fixed I'll just enable auto-kick.
Had a great birthday weekend, ate far too much, drank a bit and hung out with good people. The plan for today was to relax, instead i unpacked most of my books which have been in boxes for about 3 years. I found about 20 books I no longer want which can go to Ebay. Got over 500 on the shelves, just one boxful to go! Oh books, how I missed you! But before I can read some, I have Terry Prachett's latest. Can't get a better pressie than that
And when I was a kid, I used to wrap a blanket tightly around my neck before I went to sleep so that I wouldn't be killed by vampires. I know this doesn't make much sense, but my reasoning was that if they had several inches of thick cloth between their fangs and my neck they'd give up and go search for easier prey. Because when I was a kid, vampires crept into your bedroom at night and drank all your blood instead of prancing around with glitter.
I used to jump onto the bed so I didn't get too close, in case whatever was under my bed grabbed my ankles.
Man, when I was a kid, I had so many phobias I slept in my parent's room. And I was still scared to death. I had a fear they would turn into slug-skinned monsters with giant smily faces and long tree-branch like fingers with red tips and grab me and inhale my soul. I was always afraid some dark shadow person would come running like The Flash into the room at me, or something would grab my feet under the covers.
If I want to read Hunter S. Thompson, I'll read the real deal in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs, The Curse of Lono, The Gonzo Papers, or The Rum Diary.
If I want to read Hunter S. Thompson, I'll read the real deal in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs, The Curse of Lono, The Gonzo Papers, or The Rum Diary.
That's all well and good, but ask any non-Josh person who has read my writing for years and they'll tell you it's how I write. If anything, I thought I was being too Hodgman-y.
That's all well and good, but ask any non-Josh person who has read my writing for years and they'll tell you it's how I write. If anything, I thought I was being too Hodgman-y.
To think you've been ripping off Thompson that long...
Man, when I was a kid, I had so many phobias I slept in my parent's room. And I was still scared to death. I had a fear they would turn into slug-skinned monsters with giant smily faces and long tree-branch like fingers with red tips and grab me and inhale my soul. I was always afraid some dark shadow person would come running like The Flash into the room at me, or something would grab my feet under the covers.
Sounds like someone read too much Calvin and Hobbes.
Sounds like someone read too much Calvin and Hobbes.
I have a theory that I saw one Edward Gorey illustration on a John Bellairs book years ago- this one I think it was-
-and it gave me nightmares for years to come that resulted in a collateral and chain reaction of new phobias. That or I looked at too much Zdzislaw Beksinski.
I tried talking a person out of buying Alienware, pointing out you can get the same kind of hardware for cheaper and that all you are paying for is the name. I pulled up four models that had better specs than what they wanted priced $500+ less than what the Alienware model they wanted to get.
And she still bought the Alienware computer!
WHY?! Why can't people learn how to budget and shop around?!?!
I have a theory that I saw one Edward Gorey illustration on a John Bellairs book years ago- this one I think it was-
-and it gave me nightmares for years to come that resulted in a collateral and chain reaction of new phobias. That or I looked at too much Zdzislaw Beksinski.
-pics-
My childhood nightmares in a nutshell^
For me, I know the vampire phobia came from watching the Bela Lugosi Dracula. And the fear of neglected toys came from a combination of Toy Story and Chuckie, while the clothing-people thing came from Bedknobs and Broomsticks, I think.
No idea about the bogeyman, the crocodile, or the bedpost heads.
For me, I know the vampire phobia came from watching the Bela Lugosi Dracula. And the fear of neglected toys came from a combination of Toy Story and Chuckie, while the clothing-people thing came from Bedknobs and Broomsticks, I think.
No idea about the bogeyman, the crocodile, or the bedpost heads.
I find it funny how so many women think that's sexy. All I can think of is the sharpness and hardness of the teeth snapping the arteries and severing the muscles in a horrible puncturing feeling, as warm blood pools out of the neck, and the victim becomes horribly ill, lightheaded, nauseated, dizzy, and weak. Oh, er...sorry.
I find it funny how so many women think that's sexy. All I can think of is the sharpness and hardness of the teeth snapping the arteries and severing the muscles in a horrible puncturing feeling, as warm blood pools out of the neck, and the victim becomes horribly ill, lightheaded, nauseated, dizzy, and weak. Oh, er...sorry.
You remind me why I still wrap that blanket around my neck...
An old and overused joke that plays on the societal abuse and suppression of women in America during the late 40's and 50s wherein budding feminism from earlier decades were snuffed out as what was originally the wonderful science of home economics became the forced domestic servitude of the female gender. From the fear of the loss of Patriarchy, a system put in place for 3000 years that harms both genders with its unfair expectations and suppression of expression of ones self.
This led men to become slaves of wages and emotionless robots programed to either work or fight to death without pleasure with the insistence that this was the highest virtues of being a man. If one stood up for women or treated women as an equal or a leader, he would be considered weak and undesirable. The biggest shame a man could receive was being considered a woman or homosexual. Because of this he would be forced to hide his emotions from all but his FEMALE partner whom he pours his heart and soul into because he is told he nothing without one. He is forced to do whatever he can to keep her because if he loses her he is considered a failure and loses his only emotional outlet.
Women, on the other hand, were herded like breeding stock. She does not have any sexual rights because it is her duty to serve her master in the tasks he was unable to do because he is busy being a work slave. Because of this, she often sought out a man not out of love. If she married a rich man, then she would become a pony to be pranced around. A poodle. Worth nothing but for visual interest. She is supposed to be weak. A woman who wanted anything more would be a fool. An unmarried woman would be a failure of what was already considered to be a lesser caste. She becomes jaded and controlling because she is already restricted to most anything else and she tries to have as much control as she can out of desperation. This is primarily of children. She pours all her emotions into her children because there is no one else to do so with.
With such a narrow output of expression both genders were and still to an extent prone to distress and instability. People become selfish because they are taught to fear each other. Friends are kept at arms length because any closer and they would be considered too close.
Why do we find such horrible and at times scarring times of our History as something to laugh at? Jokes with the content of rape is often scorned at, but why is a matter so close in subject (the humiliation and dehumanization of women) perfectly acceptable, even amongst women?
What an odd stream of thought post. Not meaning criticism directly towards you, Fawful, but at the way society thinks of this in general.
Also, my foot pedal has already broke.
Nothing too serious, just a cable has come out and needs to be resoldered back on.
(Maybe needs extending slightly as its waaay too short, and the button thing falls out all the time, which pulls the cables)
EDIT: I guess till its fixed I'll just enable auto-kick.
I had the same problem. Luckily, when my cousin and I Office Space'd his drums, I rescued the drum stand and pedal as spares. However, the cord on both of them seems to be extremely crap quality, with the wire shielding shedding off of both of them, so I would recommend replacing it with a brand new cable.
An old and overused joke that plays on the societal abuse and suppression of women in America during the late 40's and 50s wherein budding feminism from earlier decades were snuffed out as what was originally the wonderful science of home economics became the forced domestic servitude of the female gender. From the fear of the loss of Patriarchy, a system put in place for 3000 years that harms both genders with its unfair expectations and suppression of expression of ones self.
This led men to become slaves of wages and emotionless robots programed to either work or fight to death without pleasure with the insistence that this was the highest virtues of being a man. If one stood up for women or treated women as an equal or a leader, he would be considered weak and undesirable. The biggest shame a man could receive was being considered a woman or homosexual. Because of this he would be forced to hide his emotions from all but his FEMALE partner whom he pours his heart and soul into because he is told he nothing without one. He is forced to do whatever he can to keep her because if he loses her he is considered a failure and loses his only emotional outlet.
Women, on the other hand, were herded like breeding stock. She does not have any sexual rights because it is her duty to serve her master in the tasks he was unable to do because he is busy being a work slave. Because of this, she often sought out a man not out of love. If she married a rich man, then she would become a pony to be pranced around. A poodle. Worth nothing but for visual interest. She is supposed to be weak. A woman who wanted anything more would be a fool. An unmarried woman would be a failure of what was already considered to be a lesser caste. She becomes jaded and controlling because she is already restricted to most anything else and she tries to have as much control as she can out of desperation. This is primarily of children. She pours all her emotions into her children because there is no one else to do so with.
With such a narrow output of expression both genders were and still to an extent prone to distress and instability. People become selfish because they are taught to fear each other. Friends are kept at arms length because any closer and they would be considered too close.
Why do we find such horrible and at times scarring times of our History as something to laugh at? Jokes with the content of rape is often scorned at, but why is a matter so close in subject (the humiliation and dehumanization of women) perfectly acceptable, even amongst women?
What an odd stream of thought post. Not meaning criticism directly towards you, Fawful, but at the way society thinks of this in general.
Man I'm tired. It's been a long weekend, with a hell of a lot of walking now my feet just ache continuously. Still, I at least I got to see some cool stuff, spent most of a day in the Science Museum, a bit of an evening looking at Dinosaur fossils in the Natural History Museum, and various other landmarks of London. And that was just one day. Yesterday at Top Gear Live was just as good. All in all a good weekend, just one that took a lot of effort to get through but worth it.
Just pick a game you want to play, and the website will tell you how well the computer you are looking at will play the game at the maximum settings! It makes buying a computer specifically for gaming so much easier!
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Turtlenecks are a big no-no for me. I can't stand them. Weirdly enough I'm okay with scarves and makeshift cravats, though, provided they're tied loosely.
And when I was a kid, I used to wrap a blanket tightly around my neck before I went to sleep so that I wouldn't be killed by vampires. I know this doesn't make much sense, but my reasoning was that if they had several inches of thick cloth between their fangs and my neck they'd give up and go search for easier prey. Because when I was a kid, vampires crept into your bedroom at night and drank all your blood instead of prancing around with glitter.
And speaking of the kitchen, after a year of anticipation, I have a tiramisu cheesecake in the works. The crust is mostly made up of lady fingers and ended up being incredibly moist, so I'm hoping it'll bake into a crust okay. If this thing actually works, I'll post the recipe in the cooking thread. If not, I'm sure it'll be buried in this thread under 100 pages in a few weeks, and then we can never speak of it again.
I've always had an incredible imagination, especially for monsters, and I remember where most of them were. The vampires would always come in through the window, because I have this large window directly opposite my bed. There was also a bogey man that walked up and down the driveway outside my window.
The closet was full of the clothes-people, who consisted of all the outfits I never wore, and would assemble themselves into some sort of clothing golem at night to wander the house. Likewise, I was certain that all the toys I'd neglected were plotting revenge on me while I slept.
There was also a crocodile under my bed and the bedposts became demon heads that watched me in my sleep at night. There was also some sort of specter downstairs that only came out if the lights were out.
Yeah...I was pretty creative when it came to things that could kill me in my sleep. And that's not even including the fact that when ever I had a loose tooth, I would always sleep so that if it fell out while I was asleep, it would fall out of my mouth instead of down my throat, where it could choke me.
I used to keep a blanket over the "headboard" (more like headbars) on my bed because it supposedly protected me from snakes that would crawl up behind me while I slept.
Fun times. By the way, if you should get your hands on one of these...
...there's a simple method for transferring your account to the new one right from the 3DS settings.
IT'S SO PRETTY
I regret nothing.
I would stick pillows and stuffed animals in front of the bedknobs of my bed. Actually...I still do, but only with the ones closest to me because my eyesight has gotten so bad that I can't see the ones at the end of my bed anymore.
Better than my intergrated webcam's microphone.
Would be at least good enough for commentary.
Also, my foot pedal has already broke.
Nothing too serious, just a cable has come out and needs to be resoldered back on.
(Maybe needs extending slightly as its waaay too short, and the button thing falls out all the time, which pulls the cables)
EDIT: I guess till its fixed I'll just enable auto-kick.
I used to jump onto the bed so I didn't get too close, in case whatever was under my bed grabbed my ankles.
I'm sorry to unleash this upon you.
Even worse, I have a blog, now.
If I want to read Hunter S. Thompson, I'll read the real deal in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs, The Curse of Lono, The Gonzo Papers, or The Rum Diary.
That's all well and good, but ask any non-Josh person who has read my writing for years and they'll tell you it's how I write. If anything, I thought I was being too Hodgman-y.
To think you've been ripping off Thompson that long...
But I didn't even read Thompson until I was 15, you mook!
Sounds like someone read too much Calvin and Hobbes.
I have a theory that I saw one Edward Gorey illustration on a John Bellairs book years ago- this one I think it was-
-and it gave me nightmares for years to come that resulted in a collateral and chain reaction of new phobias. That or I looked at too much Zdzislaw Beksinski.
My childhood nightmares in a nutshell^
And she still bought the Alienware computer!
WHY?! Why can't people learn how to budget and shop around?!?!
For me, I know the vampire phobia came from watching the Bela Lugosi Dracula. And the fear of neglected toys came from a combination of Toy Story and Chuckie, while the clothing-people thing came from Bedknobs and Broomsticks, I think.
No idea about the bogeyman, the crocodile, or the bedpost heads.
Did someone say...Dracula?
Yes...
BTW, this is the scene that made me always wrap things around my neck before going to sleep. Also, wear collared pajamas.
Also, I might be going to San Fransisco in January for a culinary tournament. Fun times.
You remind me why I still wrap that blanket around my neck...
Then again I also think of when Leslie Nielsen did it and all you heard was a drinking out of a straw sound effect and-
I suppose they were real then.
This led men to become slaves of wages and emotionless robots programed to either work or fight to death without pleasure with the insistence that this was the highest virtues of being a man. If one stood up for women or treated women as an equal or a leader, he would be considered weak and undesirable. The biggest shame a man could receive was being considered a woman or homosexual. Because of this he would be forced to hide his emotions from all but his FEMALE partner whom he pours his heart and soul into because he is told he nothing without one. He is forced to do whatever he can to keep her because if he loses her he is considered a failure and loses his only emotional outlet.
Women, on the other hand, were herded like breeding stock. She does not have any sexual rights because it is her duty to serve her master in the tasks he was unable to do because he is busy being a work slave. Because of this, she often sought out a man not out of love. If she married a rich man, then she would become a pony to be pranced around. A poodle. Worth nothing but for visual interest. She is supposed to be weak. A woman who wanted anything more would be a fool. An unmarried woman would be a failure of what was already considered to be a lesser caste. She becomes jaded and controlling because she is already restricted to most anything else and she tries to have as much control as she can out of desperation. This is primarily of children. She pours all her emotions into her children because there is no one else to do so with.
With such a narrow output of expression both genders were and still to an extent prone to distress and instability. People become selfish because they are taught to fear each other. Friends are kept at arms length because any closer and they would be considered too close.
Why do we find such horrible and at times scarring times of our History as something to laugh at? Jokes with the content of rape is often scorned at, but why is a matter so close in subject (the humiliation and dehumanization of women) perfectly acceptable, even amongst women?
What an odd stream of thought post. Not meaning criticism directly towards you, Fawful, but at the way society thinks of this in general.
I had the same problem. Luckily, when my cousin and I Office Space'd his drums, I rescued the drum stand and pedal as spares. However, the cord on both of them seems to be extremely crap quality, with the wire shielding shedding off of both of them, so I would recommend replacing it with a brand new cable.
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I just wanted to say that I really like that guy's coat. I have a new project for Christmas!
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Just pick a game you want to play, and the website will tell you how well the computer you are looking at will play the game at the maximum settings! It makes buying a computer specifically for gaming so much easier!