My set is up. I'm so excited I can barely sit still to look at all the nice comments everyone's posted on my set's board.
You guys rock, and Spooky's my new hero.
I had an interesting evening last night. I saw The Ring, which I recommend if you like creepy horror movies that will keep you thinking about them long after you leave the theater. If you're more a fan of Jason/Freddy stuff-- it's probably not your style.
So as I'm driving home, in the rain, and the dark, at around midnight, my sister and my boyfriend sleeping in the car after discussing the details of the movie with me... a little gray bunny rabbit jumps out into the road in front of me. Scares the shit out of me because every little shadow I see is making me jump. So I swerve into the next lane and lay on the horn, and the rabbit, once in the direct path of my tires, hops back into the woods. But not before my boyfriend wakes up and goes stark-raving mad on me, yelling that I can't swerve like that because I'll kill us all, and just hit the fucking rabbit, and it's raining, the car could've swerved off the road completely...
So I say to him that I can't help it, that in the split-second that I have to decide what to do, my mind tells me to swerve so I don't hit the little animal in the road. Well, of course, he says I *can* help it, blah, blah, blah...
Anyone else have this problem? Automatically swerving when you see an animal? For me, it's the same as if I saw *anything* in the road, a child, a deer, a stalled car... my instinct tells me to swerve.
So I'm supposed to go to my friend's house today and watch all 3 Japanese Ring movies... I can't wait.
You guys rock, and Spooky's my new hero.
I had an interesting evening last night. I saw The Ring, which I recommend if you like creepy horror movies that will keep you thinking about them long after you leave the theater. If you're more a fan of Jason/Freddy stuff-- it's probably not your style.
So as I'm driving home, in the rain, and the dark, at around midnight, my sister and my boyfriend sleeping in the car after discussing the details of the movie with me... a little gray bunny rabbit jumps out into the road in front of me. Scares the shit out of me because every little shadow I see is making me jump. So I swerve into the next lane and lay on the horn, and the rabbit, once in the direct path of my tires, hops back into the woods. But not before my boyfriend wakes up and goes stark-raving mad on me, yelling that I can't swerve like that because I'll kill us all, and just hit the fucking rabbit, and it's raining, the car could've swerved off the road completely...
So I say to him that I can't help it, that in the split-second that I have to decide what to do, my mind tells me to swerve so I don't hit the little animal in the road. Well, of course, he says I *can* help it, blah, blah, blah...
Anyone else have this problem? Automatically swerving when you see an animal? For me, it's the same as if I saw *anything* in the road, a child, a deer, a stalled car... my instinct tells me to swerve.
So I'm supposed to go to my friend's house today and watch all 3 Japanese Ring movies... I can't wait.
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userdane:
Can't wait to see more.
baphomatic:
I once hit a deer, smashed my windshield, nothing that I could do, was on the highway. The door sort of materialized in thin air and it seemed as it, when our eyes met, time and motion temporarily paused, the action sort of swerved around with the oh-so-21st century trendy bullet-time photography and the darling creature seemed to grin at me, then the vehicle moved forward, obliterating the suspending creature. Had my driver-side window not been securely rolled up (which it often wasn't, but this was mid-winter) the hooved kitten would have crashed into my head, impaling my face with his antlers. (He smiled at me, and I see, he was a happy deer). Instead the poor little's neck was snapped and head cracked in spittle and blood splats on my now smashed windsheild. In this situation, there was no time to swerve. I didn't even stop after it happened. I just rolled down my window, to see the road ahead, as my vision was obscured by shattered glass, deer fluff n guts. This wouldn't be the first deer to die by my hands, unfortunately... before I became a yogi vegetarian, when I was in me mid teens my father used to drag me out every winter to go deer-hunting, and I killed several deer and gutted them like some initiatory blood-rite into manhood, we didn't roll around in the intestines or anything quite that bacchanalian, but the impact has stayed with me, and I cried every time I shot a deer, though I was infused with some sort of carnal pride. Now I won't kill a gnat, I don't like to even step on grass. I won't kill anything unless it is trying to thwart my natural rights. regardless its a nothing matter in the all it does.