A 'comment' on the comments...
I started to do this in the comments of the 'Acidman' post. Then, it turned into another post, as opposed to a comment. (I have bouts of diarrhea of the keyboard as well as the mouth, it seems...)
Anyway...
He brings out this 'I-wanna-keep-this-shit-from-happening-to-him' thing in me. Not that I think he can't take care of himself. I just see the wounds and want to dress them and keep any more from being so indiscriminantly, maliciously, thoughtlessly and joyfully inflicted...(so it would seem from the frequency and intensity of her mental diarrhea of ideas of things to put him through). Under the right circumstances-me being single, for instance (which I'm not)- I can see how this could cause me to like him more and more as time went on. Then, I'd do something dumb (I know me. I wouldn't mean to, but I probably would anyway...) like liking him waaay too much and end up getting annihilated.
It's almost like finding a wounded lion. He's laying there bleeding, but still alive. You edge up, get a little closer and find that he's pretty nice, for a wounded lion. You take care of his wounds, he gets better and still doesn't bite your face off, because he's used to you now. But...one day, you let your guard down or make the wrong move at the wrong time and he remembers his "King of the Beasts-ness" at the right time and you lose a limb. He feels bad, you feel bad and there goes your ability to tie your own shoes. (Kinda hard to do one-handed, ya know?) (By the way, I personally, wouldn't blame the lion. He is, after all a LION. What did I think could happen? I'd be the one being dumb somehow. Like I said-I know me.)
Without Eric, I wouldn't be doing any of this. (So, yes, blame him...) Without him in my life, I'd never have found Rob, or blogs, in the first place. And, I too, would probably be too scared to do much more than just read. But still....I have a confession to make. Seeing the name 'Acidman' in the comments or 'Pigmenteer' on an email is....electrifying, a bit nerve-shaking and exciting/scary, at first. Kinda like being pulled over by a cop. Even if you haven't done anything, ya still get a bit nervous. I still get a jolt when I see those names show up.
As for those fish with both eyes on one side of their head-I think they're flounders and they're good battered and fried. With ketchup.
About the chickens-Childhood trauma involving one? Or just a general phobia? If it was a mean one that soured you, just remember that usually roosters are the aggressive ones. Hens are pretty laid back. I love going out to where they are at night and just listening to them 'talk'. Not all roosters are mean, either. I had one living in my house back in Jersey for a while. He watched T.V., played with the cats, rode in my car and loved Beefaroni. If he woulda only kept his big beak shut...and just tried 'housebreaking'. Sigh. I miss Chandler. drc: Exactly. We need more men like him of ALL ages. And, lots less females like his BC, Eric's BC, my mother, 90% of the chicks in my high school and especially adult women who think (and act like) they are still in high school. Men like Rob give me hope. Women like that give me allergies...the kind that make you break out in fists and foul language. See why this was too big for a 'comment'? Wait'll ya see the next one.
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Thanks 
Excellent post. And about the chickens... I get these "phases" where ordinary crap scares me silly... for a while it was cows, I couldn't even look at cows. Then it was the closet monster (I can't sleep with the closet door open to this day.)
The chicken thing came from a time we tried to find a rent-a-ride stable and a chicken attacked my innocent little ankles. I suddenly had visions that it would peck through my ankles until it found an artery and then the rest would flock all over me to feast feast feast.
I know exactly the look you have right now. I get that look a lot from the GM1, especially when I cringe in the grocery store from the canned prune display.
That's scary too.
Excellent post. And about the chickens... I get these "phases" where ordinary crap scares me silly... for a while it was cows, I couldn't even look at cows. Then it was the closet monster (I can't sleep with the closet door open to this day.)
The chicken thing came from a time we tried to find a rent-a-ride stable and a chicken attacked my innocent little ankles. I suddenly had visions that it would peck through my ankles until it found an artery and then the rest would flock all over me to feast feast feast.
I know exactly the look you have right now. I get that look a lot from the GM1, especially when I cringe in the grocery store from the canned prune display.
That's scary too.
Posted by: LeeAnn at September 22, 2003 10:32 AM (HxCeX)
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I knew it. I felt it in my gut. I'll bet ya dollars to doughnuts that it was a rooster who jumped ya. They're like that sometimes. They don't want to eat your ankles, though. They just don't want you to take over their hens.
And cows? Believe me, cows can be scary bitches. Especially when they are trying to leave the area and you're in the way. Or, you're trying to milk them, or breed them, or help them deliver, or doing pretty much anything except looking at them. From a distance... But, they're not mean, they're stupid. Unfortunately, stupid can be just as painful as mean.
Don't feel bad, though. There are people who are afraid of grapes. They think the grapes look like eyes. On the entire planet, I believe there is someone (or two) to be afraid of every single thing God put here. Ankle-peckin' roosters and could-kill-ya-they're-so-damn-big-cows seems pretty normal to me. And, I hate prunes myself. (See post titled "The Next One...") They are an icky lookin' lot. (Her included....)
And cows? Believe me, cows can be scary bitches. Especially when they are trying to leave the area and you're in the way. Or, you're trying to milk them, or breed them, or help them deliver, or doing pretty much anything except looking at them. From a distance... But, they're not mean, they're stupid. Unfortunately, stupid can be just as painful as mean.
Don't feel bad, though. There are people who are afraid of grapes. They think the grapes look like eyes. On the entire planet, I believe there is someone (or two) to be afraid of every single thing God put here. Ankle-peckin' roosters and could-kill-ya-they're-so-damn-big-cows seems pretty normal to me. And, I hate prunes myself. (See post titled "The Next One...") They are an icky lookin' lot. (Her included....)
Posted by: Stevie at September 22, 2003 05:37 PM (tSTXP)
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You need to get out more.
I mean, if you're excited by the Acidman you'll be positively numbed by the rest of us.
I mean, if you're excited by the Acidman you'll be positively numbed by the rest of us.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at September 22, 2003 11:51 PM (xTW6o)
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Hey, you never forget your first.
Posted by: Stevie at September 23, 2003 04:17 AM (IRajC)
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