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I had a dream the other night. All I can remember from it is red eyes in the dark, and thick curved claws. Lots and lots of claws.
I'm always amused by the fact that when I talk about having negative emotions, people always say, "Don't feel that way." Can people do that? Just choose to not have a feeling? I've always wondered how that works.
I especially find it incongruous when I talk about anger, because I don't want to get rid of it. I welcome anger when it comes. Not the buzzing prickling kind that comes as a result of stress or frustration or the asshat in the carpark, but the glowing white fury that makes me capable of picking up cars or toppling governments. It's like lava -- pure raw force, and when I have it I can do the impossible.
I treasure my anger. It's slow to come and I cannot force it, but holy fuck does it make shit happen when I get it.
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This is an amusing way to test the consistancy of your belief system. I took two bullets but I contest the logic behind one of them.
I actually figured I'd do a lot worse. I have no problem with admitting that many of my beliefs and opinions are somewhat contradictory, especially as regards religion. In actual fact, I think I was tripped up by my nebulous grip on the wording of what I believe. If that makes any sense.
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the_axel has been continuing the wall-bashing this weekend with the help of the_fury and len9. I was only able to pitch in briefly this morning before heading off to work, but I was there when len9 poked the edge of the wasp nest behind the front wall and got stung for his trouble.
We were fucking lucky he didn't hit it straight on. It is the Biggest Fuck-Off nest I have ever seen in my life. Three feet wide, two feet tall and almost a foot-and-a-half deep, it takes up most of the cavity between the ceiling and window. It's probably been there longer than I've been alive.
Exterminator tomorrow. But first I'm going to see if I can get close enough to take a picture.
I'm always amused by the fact that when I talk about having negative emotions, people always say, "Don't feel that way." Can people do that? Just choose to not have a feeling? I've always wondered how that works.
I especially find it incongruous when I talk about anger, because I don't want to get rid of it. I welcome anger when it comes. Not the buzzing prickling kind that comes as a result of stress or frustration or the asshat in the carpark, but the glowing white fury that makes me capable of picking up cars or toppling governments. It's like lava -- pure raw force, and when I have it I can do the impossible.
I treasure my anger. It's slow to come and I cannot force it, but holy fuck does it make shit happen when I get it.
This is an amusing way to test the consistancy of your belief system. I took two bullets but I contest the logic behind one of them.
I actually figured I'd do a lot worse. I have no problem with admitting that many of my beliefs and opinions are somewhat contradictory, especially as regards religion. In actual fact, I think I was tripped up by my nebulous grip on the wording of what I believe. If that makes any sense.
the_axel has been continuing the wall-bashing this weekend with the help of the_fury and len9. I was only able to pitch in briefly this morning before heading off to work, but I was there when len9 poked the edge of the wasp nest behind the front wall and got stung for his trouble.We were fucking lucky he didn't hit it straight on. It is the Biggest Fuck-Off nest I have ever seen in my life. Three feet wide, two feet tall and almost a foot-and-a-half deep, it takes up most of the cavity between the ceiling and window. It's probably been there longer than I've been alive.
Exterminator tomorrow. But first I'm going to see if I can get close enough to take a picture.