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Sorry if this ticks anyone off but newborn babies are pretty gross. The parents are all like "Ooooh so cute, do you want to hold her/him?"
And I just fake a smile while thinking the child smells funny, is going to leak on me and looks like an ugly, tiny, bald little drunken fat man. Of course I say yes and make with the baby talk but part of me is freaking out.
Sometimes we have been asked to baby sit -I always find an excuse to say no. What if you drop them, or they choke on something or die.
Why cant human babies be more like animal ones and look after themselves a bit more?
Foetuses are horrid too. The most stomach churning thing I've ever seen is that asian artist who eats them as art demos in china or somewhere, I watched a documentary about it and wanted to puke.
I get that this makes me an evil and terrible human being but I just can't help it.
Funnily enough I hope to have kids of my own some day -I hope I can get past the horror. I guess if they were my own then the whole father impulse would kick in and it'd be ok. I don't know.
Infants are all born looking like Winston Churchill.

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Before I read this brilliant little book, I merely found spiders revolting. Now they scare the living bejeeezus outta me.
I would buy that book in a heartbeat if I could bring myself to touch the cover.

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Thanks to James Howard Kunstler, the future scares the piss out of me.
It's not because I'm afraid for my own well-being. Quite the contrary, I'd probably function a lot better in Kunstler's predicted future. The part that scares me is that everyone I love would end up unable to function, unemployed, extremely unhappy, and/or dead.

Bill Lumberg |
Thanks to James Howard Kunstler, the future scares the piss out of me.
It's not because I'm afraid for my own well-being. Quite the contrary, I'd probably function a lot better in Kunstler's predicted future. The part that scares me is that everyone I love would end up unable to function, unemployed, extremely unhappy, and/or dead.
Also, Bieber.
You are afraid of a future in which everyone you love would end up unable to function, unemployed, extremely unhappy, dead or turned into Justin Bieber?

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Heights. I can climb up a ladder to do work on the roof, but coming down requires an intervention from my friends. Since my lucid dreams inevitably turn into flying dreams, and I *love* them, I blame it on my body, since my mind apparently loves heights.
Maggots. We had to clean out a house we bought when I was young, and they'd thrown their trash in the basement for months, rather than pay to have it hauled out. There was lots of rotting food and lots of maggots and the thought that some hospitals use them for debridement and wound cleansing makes me quiver like jello.
"We are going to have to use maggots to clean out the necrotic tissue or you could lose the arm..."
"Cut the **** thing off. I've got another one."

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The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:You are afraid of a future in which everyone you love would end up unable to function, unemployed, extremely unhappy, dead or turned into Justin Bieber?Thanks to James Howard Kunstler, the future scares the piss out of me.
It's not because I'm afraid for my own well-being. Quite the contrary, I'd probably function a lot better in Kunstler's predicted future. The part that scares me is that everyone I love would end up unable to function, unemployed, extremely unhappy, and/or dead.
Also, Bieber.
Well, look what you've just done. I'm not going to sleep for weeks.

Bill Lumberg |
Bill Lumberg wrote:Well, look what you've just done. I'm not going to sleep for weeks.The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:You are afraid of a future in which everyone you love would end up unable to function, unemployed, extremely unhappy, dead or turned into Justin Bieber?Thanks to James Howard Kunstler, the future scares the piss out of me.
It's not because I'm afraid for my own well-being. Quite the contrary, I'd probably function a lot better in Kunstler's predicted future. The part that scares me is that everyone I love would end up unable to function, unemployed, extremely unhappy, and/or dead.
Also, Bieber.
*Evil chuckle*