I say irrational because I know I should not fear them the way I do but I can’t help it. I even dream about them. Nightmares of the worst kind.. Like them crawling up my leg or getting tangled in my long hair.
Why Do I fear Spiders?
Well, it’s not only because they are really poisonous, but these creepy crawlers have hairy legs as well! They crawl up on vertical walls, slide into crevices and can even detach themselves off the ceiling and slide down on a thin thread to land on you, your clothes and your food.
Their bite is so bad it does not go away for years (I’ve had one on my shoulder for three years now) and it really hurts.
No, they don’t transform you into Spiderman or let you swing off buildings… they just creep you out.
There are two spiders in the United States that can produce severe or even fatal bites. They are the black widow spider (Latrodectus mactans) and the brown recluse spider (Loxosceles reclusa). Black widows are shiny black, with a bright red “hourglass” on the underside of the abdomen. The venom of the black widow is neurotoxic and affects the nervous system. About four or five of each 1,000 black widow bites have been reported as fatal. Brown recluse spiders have a violin-shaped strip on their back. The venom of the brown recluse is hemolytic and causes the death of tissues and skin surrounding the bite. Their bite can be mild to serious and sometimes fatal.
Plus they are ugly!!!
So many eyes, massive fangs and hairy backs…
Why I shouldn’t hate spiders?
The true number of spiders people swallow while sleeping each year has finally been revealed. Zero.
I saw some spider expert at a museum in Seattle interviewed and she said the idea that there would be some wandering, suicidal spider in the vicinity of your mouth…and that they’d actually wander into the wet breathing space and then trigger your swallowing reflex — the chances of that happening are virtually non existent.
Most spiders are harmless organisms that, rather than being dangerous to humans, are actually allies in the continuing battle to control insects. Most venom produced by spiders to kill prey is usually harmless to humans.
What’s your take?
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
– While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
I had the chance to celebrate my birthday yesterday and by celebrate I mean getting no gifts and hearing loads of excuses how money is tight. I don’t mind, really, birthdays should be about getting together and having some fun.
Mine got destroyed from the beginning. My mother threw a temper tantrum that nobody is paying any attention to her so I tried to pacify her and got her birthday presents in advance (her birthday is in the 15th but I’m not in the country at that time) and then she threw them in my face saying she does not need them or that she already has them (I doubt she already has Inferno by Dan Brown – and he’s her favorite author).
Then she scoffed and huffed until the day is over and I could barely manage to hold on to a smile. My 30th birthday and not a single present. Or birthday card. All the good wishes on Facebook from people that live so far away that meeting them is impossible.
I flew back to England yesterday morning and I started crying when I walked through the doors of the house I’m currently sharing with two others. They went to the trouble to blow up nearly 200 balloons, baked a cake with roses, put little banners with “Happy 30th” everywhere in the kitchen and around my bedroom door and even got me little bday cards with cats (I looove cats).
I dropped my bag and I think I cried my eyes out for about half an hour. Time is relative when you are mourning the drifting apart from your parents and you realize that people that only know you for less than a year give a shit about you more than your family and life-long friends do.
Once I’ve done my little self-pity cry, I buckled up and went back to being me. I cleaned my room, sat down with a book and waited for my new friends to come home so I can tell them how much I love them.
And I did. I hugged them both and told them how much it meant – what they did for me.
Life is great again.
PS: I don’t think I’ll be going home anytime soon. My home is now here.
I wish that I could explain to you how much you mean to me. I was a completely different person before we met. I was quiet, shy, never fully trusting another person. You’ve shown me that it’s ok to be who I am, and that the people who really love me won’t think any less of me for it.
I wish I could tell you how much I love you. But there just aren’t words, are there? The friendship we have is the kind that only comes along once in a lifetime. The kind where we can know what the other thinks and feels without saying a word. You mean everything to me- there really isn’t another way to put it
I wish you nothing but the best in your new life. It breaks my heart knowing that I won’t see you every day. I genuinely hope that you find all the happiness you deserve.
But I’m scared. I know it’s selfish, but I need you. And I need you to need me. It terrifies me that you could find someone else to pass the time with just talking like we have in your new life. Your friendship means more to me than anything else ever has, and I would be completely lost without it. I would like to think that I’m irreplaceable to you, and that there isn’t another person who could take my place in your life. But I’ve never thought that highly of myself.
Please don’t replace me. Please remember to call me when you can. I’ll always answer, and I’ll always be there for you. No matter what happens.
I love you to the moon and back
All my love,
Your broken-hearted friend
I’ve been a huge fan of American Horror Story ever since it first came out a few years back and I loved Season 1 so much, I recommended it to all my friends and re-watched again the following Halloween.
When season 2 came out (Asylum) – I was not sure what I was expecting – maybe a continuation of the love story between Lily and Tate but the result was disappointing. The nuns, the psych ward, the alien abduction, the hidden serial killer ( Zachary Quinto is the best! ) and the slightly controversial lesbian and inter-racial marriage themes – made it a bit hard to digest. It was not as fun and not as smart as the first season and there were a couple of moments when I felt like abandoning it like I did with Supernatural mid-season-8.
I lived through it and I almost forgot about it until this week when I saw that a new season came out – American Horror Story – Coven – this time with witches as the central theme. I was skeptical. What could they have done this season that would make it work? So I watched the first two episodes today and I was amazed. It was smart, it was catchy and as always, Lily Rabe was amazing. She always portrays her characters with such a passion and the southern twang is her key note.
I loved it.
It works on the premises that the witch gene is passed out through generations and even though sometimes it skips, it can manifest itself in girls (and apparently boys) when coming of age. The sex scene where Zoe becomes a black widow and kills her partner is one of the opening scenes and it’s hot (Game of Thrones hot!). She gets sent out to a boarding school for “Talented ladies” where she meets three other girls with special gifts – clairvoyance, a human voodoo doll and telekinesis. On a night out, the hot one gets drugged and gang raped by some frat boys (strong scene – beware the weak of heart) and the other one falls in love with this cute freshman (Evan Peters). In the fight that follows, the boys run in a bus and drive off and the hot one comes and with a flick of her wrist turns over the bus and kills most except two which were in critical condition. The new love interest dies (and is split into many pieces as we later found out).
They do a spell to bring him back to life and the spell attracts a wandering witch with the ability to restore life. She is now nursing him back to health.
Oh – and there is a side plot about the search for eternal life and youth and the curse it contains.
For anyone who has read the “Mayfair witches” by Anne Rice – this is a definite must see. You can see New Orleans in the shoots, see the bayou and see the coven be created.
Below are a few promotional stills. Enjoy!
Let’s say you are looking to date again and you are offered with two options – one – a delicate, sensitive man, in touch with his innermost feelings, who is likely to compliment your eyes and your dress, talk about the stars and the moon and how your eyes outshine them all.
On the other end, you have the hot stud, not very brainy but with the looks. This is not a man of his word, he will keep you waiting and possibly ask you to pay for the dinner as well. He thinks that he is the gift of God on Earth to all the women and he is very generous with this gift, allowing everybody to have a share.
He is hot, he is sexy – and you know, that if and when you take him to bed, you will have a hell of a ride.
Now – one of them is awesome for long-term relationships. Guess which one?
I was faced with a dilemma the other day, mostly caused by my inability to commit to anything long term until my plans are complete. I had to pick between a very quiet nice guy (but a tad boring) and a very simple hot guy. Both of them bored me so I ended up picking none. Better single than being with someone I can’t talk to.
I talk a lot. I mean a lot. Having someone at the end pushing back, challenging me, giving me food for thought, is the best I could wish for in a relationship.
Upon being told that I do not intend to see him anymore, the sensitive guy, in all his previously nice manners, threw a tantrum in a public place, thus making a scene. He revealed a piece of ugly-ass personality that usually comes with massive insecurity issues and the feeling that the world is unkind to them and them alone.
I walked out as quickly as I could and went for a McDonalds shake.
The hot piece of ass dismissed my dumping comment and told me there are plenty of chicks who dig him and he wasn’t that interested in me to begin with. I was happy with the result and went for a McDonalds shake.
There are plenty of fish in the pond. They are big, small, cute and ugly and I bet there is one out there exactly to my liking – and if it isn’t, I shall be happy with the life I have now and continue growing as a person.
Researchers have mapped the chemical changes that occur in a person’s brain when he falls in love and discovered the areas that activate and shut down during the heady days of courtship. Scanning technology allows neurologists to unravel the mystery of why love can turn us giddy, irrational and even ridiculous and make us nervous and unstable.
Researchers hope it may also one day reveal why a few of us might overstep the mark when dealing with the object of our affections, the Daily Mail reported. They found the frontal cortex, vital to judgement, shuts down when we fall in love. MRI scans show this deactivation occurs only when someone is shown a photo of the person they adore, causing them to suspend all criticism or doubt.
“When you see someone you are passionate about, some areas of the brain become active. But a large part is de-activated, the part that plays a role in judgement,” Semir Zeki, professor of neuro-aesthetics at University College London, said.
Zeki believes the brain may behave in this way for “higher biological purposes” — it makes reproduction more likely. If judgement is suspended, the most unlikely pair can get together and reproduce. Studies have shown brain chemical dopamine is at higher levels in those in love, the report said.
Dopamine is key to our experiences of pleasure and pain, linked to desire, addiction, euphoria, and a surge may cause such acute feelings of reward that it makes love hard to give up. Now we know why is love such a complex thing to do! You don’t just love someone, we build chemistry.
At least, this is how I feel now. I’ve fallen again!
I’ve been keeping my distance on purpose from my little gay friend. He has a boyfriend now, he’s very much in love – and everytime I see him, he’s absolutely shining from happiness. I can’t ruin that – otherwise I will hate myself for the rest of my life.
So, I decided to let it be and move on. And whatever life may bring, will be mine to bear.
Let me tell you the surprise I felt today when I detected a flirt from a very unlikely source!
I work a lot – blogging is one of the few pleasures I have (this and reading) – and during my work days, I was invited to a company day out (not mine) where I met this guy – Daniel. He was not what I imagined from the emails – he was tanned – blond and blue eyed. Supermodel.
Well, he got quite drunk during the day, and he did not leave my side too much. I put it on the booze and the desire to be polite with the new company guest.
A few weeks ago – I go on a company visit, to check up on progress – and he’s there! He makes me a drink, he asks about my life (and you know, the usual polite stuff).
But his body signals were all up in the air. He was looking me in the eye, his body was shifted towards mine and not his boss, and I could tell he was interested in me. And not in a professional way.
I ignored it as I was there to do other things.
And today, he starts emailing me about browsers (like “Yeah, so what’s the deal with Internet Explorer!”)… I know, I’m a bit geeky, and this type of conversation I actually find interesting and worth pursuing… so after a few emails backwards and forwards, he sends me one with his phone in his signature.
Now I know what you’re thinking – why would I interpret something like this as a flirt? Because we’ve been emailing each other for about a year now and this is the first time he actually puts his mobile number in his signature.
Like “call me maybe”.
I sat and started laughing on my own. I must look crazy!
I think he likes me. And he is soo good looking! Should I? Or shouldn’t I?
I started watching Game of Thrones season 1 again and it’s as exciting as the first time I laid my eyes on it.
My favourite character must be Thyrion Lannister (Peter Dinklage) who becomes a true man, with a purpose, slowly but steadily, despite his small stature. He is whoring around, drinking loads, drifting from place to place reading and listening to people’s stories, trying to make the least impact to the great name he carries. And then when Mrs. Stark kidnaps him, things started turning for him – he makes his first true friend and his sharp nature comes out.
His dad notices his bravery in battle (I don’t think he knew that he was knocked up by one of his men’s battle hammers) and decides to send him to King’s Landing to set his sister and nephew straight as hand of the king.
Ned Stark (Eddard) was my second best. Calm and collected, straightforward and honest, he is put through hell and faced with the one choice no-one should face: family or honor. He chooses the first and still dies.
I never hated Geoffrey so much as when he decided to cut off his head.
The little cruel runt! Trying to play the big man leagues. And he has no thought about the consequences of his actions. I can’t wait until Danaeris comes and beats the living sh%$ out of him with her dragons.
Best show in the world!! If you have not watched so far sorry for the spoiler of Ned’s death. If you did – have another look at all the houses and families below (Scanned from the DVD boxset):