Yeah, bears eat BIRD FOOD. You don't see REALLY scary animals like, say lions or crocodiles, eating BIRD FOOD. Bears ain't shit.
I saw a documentary where a guy fought off a shark by punching it in the nose. Even that guy wouldn't fight a bear. Though it could be because he only has one arm now...
Goodie, you've all assuaged my silly fear about bears. I'm gonna go out and find one, just so I can put it in its place. Thanks, everybody!
When my daughter was in the US, she and her BF were on the only trail down the mountain when they met a guy coming up, saying "Is there another way down, so I can get around this bear that's on the trail?" Having never seen a bear in the wild, she was off like a rocket. Perhaps I should so, going down. Her BF kept a respectful distance behind, 'cos he knew how mean bears are. But that bear, true to form, was nowhere to be seen! Death is nature's way of telling you to slow down. Worked with my wife. Although that may just be the ICD talking.
Hoo boy, let's start shall we. Sometimes I talk to myself. Particularly if I am annoyed or am planning my schedule. I pace a lot. I used to love cheese but now I'm very fussy about it and won't eat it by itself every. I can't abide the sound of styrofoam moving. It makes this awful rubbing sound. I tend to stop talking or quiet down when a stranger walks past while I'm talking. If I'm actually paying attention to the outside world while taking that is. And I have a quite limited ability to tell my own speaking volume meaning I yell more often than I mean to. That's some...
If I time my morning exercise right (wrong), I pass by the back of a supermarket when the styrofoam recycling truck comes by. A normal garbage truck, with the crusher thingy, crushing yards and yards of styrofoam coolers against each other. It's the screams of the damned.
Yeah, styrofoam rubbing is pretty bad. Though I find that after watching ASMR Shaving vids, that shaving cream (not soaps) has a really nasty crackly sound to it. Almost like somebody fapping with a wet plastic bag.
I have never, ever played Monopoly in any of its variants. Not even part of a game. Kingmaker, Tractics, Wooden Ships & Iron Men, Rails Through the Rockies, Microarmour, D&D, Cyberpunk, Rail Baron, Civilization (the board game), Traveller, Stellar Conquest, yes, but Monopoly? Nope
Growing up my family used to play a game called Triopoly, which was Monopoly with three levels... I don't really like to talk about my childhood.
Monopoly destroys families, relationships and friendships. I can only imagine with abject horror three levels of it...
It destroys lives. That game pulled an obsession to win out of me. It taught me to manipulate and toy with people for personal gain. The game stomped out early signs of empathy or trust so that even to this day I can't communicate with anyone without wondering what they must want, and how I can use that to get more. The scary part is, I'm only mostly joking right now. That game is one of the greatest argument tools for the idea that humanity is evil.
Cards or landing on one of the elevator squares could send you up or down. The higher you went up, the more expensive everything was. At the third level you were flying around that thing so fast you were bound to hit something horrible. Instead of trains, each level had its own sort of 4 card transportation one. After a while, you'd end up with these slum lords who owned most of a level. Just going to the wrong one could end your game. If you were lucky. If you weren't, the remaining players would fight over the scraps of what properties you had left as you desperately tried to stay alive and bleed money.
When I'm trying to, uh, prolong myself during coitus I often think about sports. Red Sox batting averages. Ideal lineups. Patriot's depth chart. All 51 Superbowl winners (and losers) in order and then in reverse order if necessary. It works. I stole in from Tom Marsh in It. Stephen King and I both grew up Sox fans in New England, so we're kind of speaking the same language there. I used to think about writing stuff but that had the opposite effect. Usually I only need to buy a minute or two depending on the arc of things, but that can be crucial when real life becomes impossibly dull.
When I like a song and listen to it I'm likely to have it my head for a while and go back to listen again repeatedly. I rarely listen to music in a browsing individal way. Also because I'm disorganised I tend to have stuff piled around a bit but when I get into clean or organising I can be quite passionate. Combination of ADHD and "Asperger's" (low autism spectrum disorder) makes for all sorts of quirks. I have used the five colour system from MTG to diagnose my personality. I'm blue/red, stereotypically so as a quirky daydreamer.
YES I've timed how long I've spent writing something by asking myself, "Well, let me see: if Rihanna's 'Umbrella' is 4 minutes and 33 seconds, and if I've listened to it 47 times since I started... " My desk is extremely nice and tidy maybe 2 or 3 times a month, and occasionally I fold the laundry from my clean laundry bin before all of it has a chance to be moved to the dirty bin And I spent enough weeks devouring lore on the MTG color wheel to know that I am Blue (logical and precise) and Red (emotional and crazy) And that my MC is Black/Blue My first-person peripheral narrator is trickier to classify (I'm thinking either straight-Black or Black/White), but their best friend is also blatantly Black/Red
Red isn't crazy. Red CAN be crazy but all of the colours can. It's maybe more inclined at best. Also: LET'S GO INVENT SOME THINGS!