Oh, man! I thought the original rain-street site was closed. OMG. That was totally the very first TFC! site! Woooooo! Good find! And those TFC! combos are awesome. That site is totally cracktastic, innit?
So, out of curiosity, would you ever be up for a challenge down the road based on the TFC! site? Or is that lame idea?
And, yeah. I'm incredibly lucky to be able to inform people they have come check on me every time I get startled by an annoying swooping bug not because I'm scared of the bug but just in case I eventually freak out because I find a frog in my office. *g* This is largely based on the day I mistook a lizard for a frog and unhinged. (Frogs are one of my two true phobias.) Neil had to come investigate, a process hampered by the fact that a) I damn near climbed him like a tree even after I had slung him between the thing staring out of my workboot and me and b) he couldn't stop laughing with my increasingly overwrought commentary about what I decided was a new horrible breed of Pencil Frog.
Snakes, scorpions, spiders? No problem. Frog or toad? Kill me now.
God. I need to find the Rat Story from a few months ago and share that, too, though. That way? The meeting I described today will make even more sense because I am nothing if not fully established as a spaz in my position as Director Rector.
Sad, I think the site IS closed. Those were the ones I saved from when I did it, because I liked them so much.
And I totally WOULD do a challenge based on them! That would be very fun.
Frogs? Really? They're so cute, though. We used to go on toad-hunts when I was little and lived there in Florida. I think our record was fifty. And the little green tree frogs? You don't like them? They're so CUTE!
But I understand the irrationality of phobias. I hate spiders. I will scream and flail run away. Once a boy in science class held a HUGE spider in a bottle right up behind my head and tapped me on the shoulder so that when I turned around I was eyeballs-to-many-eyeballs with it. I screamed, to my everlasting shame, but I think it convinced them that I was serious, since I'd never even raised my voice before.
You so rock for having save the link to that site and those quotes. I'm totally not surprised you're all over TFC! And excellent to know there's a spark of interest for a TFC! challenge. Because, yeah. That could be good times.
Fortunately, I had a dissociative fugue during the next part of whatever you might have written and came to during a story about the spider. *gives you a meaningful look* Btw, you did notice my story about the spider that was big enough to set off the mousetrap at work. Dude. I'm originally from Texas and that impressed the shit out of me. I got nothing but respect for Florida wildlife.
I, too, feel a certain amount of shame for the occasional shriek that escapes. However, I chose to sacrifice stoicism and control over my central nervous system rather than my coffee and caffeine habit. Mercifully, dignity is such a small price to pay.
Hmmm...how much does one get paid to be a Spaz? I'm thinking about a career change, you see, and that's a job I'm certainly qualified for.
The icon is just for you. =) It's a bit old (or I'm a bit young), and I'm afraid the Curls are not mine. My hair is what is called wavy. Or messy. Or just plain a pain in the ass. So I spent the latter part of the 80s, and much of the 90s choosing to put curls in my hair. Go figure. =)
So, out of curiosity, would you ever be up for a challenge down the road based on the TFC! site? Or is that lame idea?
And, yeah. I'm incredibly lucky to be able to inform people they have come check on me every time I get startled by an annoying swooping bug not because I'm scared of the bug but just in case I eventually freak out because I find a frog in my office. *g* This is largely based on the day I mistook a lizard for a frog and unhinged. (Frogs are one of my two true phobias.) Neil had to come investigate, a process hampered by the fact that a) I damn near climbed him like a tree even after I had slung him between the thing staring out of my workboot and me and b) he couldn't stop laughing with my increasingly overwrought commentary about what I decided was a new horrible breed of Pencil Frog.
Snakes, scorpions, spiders? No problem. Frog or toad? Kill me now.
God. I need to find the Rat Story from a few months ago and share that, too, though. That way? The meeting I described today will make even more sense because I am nothing if not fully established as a spaz in my position as Director Rector.
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And I totally WOULD do a challenge based on them! That would be very fun.
Frogs? Really? They're so cute, though. We used to go on toad-hunts when I was little and lived there in Florida. I think our record was fifty. And the little green tree frogs? You don't like them? They're so CUTE!
But I understand the irrationality of phobias. I hate spiders. I will scream and flail run away. Once a boy in science class held a HUGE spider in a bottle right up behind my head and tapped me on the shoulder so that when I turned around I was eyeballs-to-many-eyeballs with it. I screamed, to my everlasting shame, but I think it convinced them that I was serious, since I'd never even raised my voice before.
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Fortunately, I had a dissociative fugue during the next part of whatever you might have written and came to during a story about the spider. *gives you a meaningful look* Btw, you did notice my story about the spider that was big enough to set off the mousetrap at work. Dude. I'm originally from Texas and that impressed the shit out of me. I got nothing but respect for Florida wildlife.
I, too, feel a certain amount of shame for the occasional shriek that escapes. However, I chose to sacrifice stoicism and control over my central nervous system rather than my coffee and caffeine habit. Mercifully, dignity is such a small price to pay.
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The icon is just for you. =) It's a bit old (or I'm a bit young), and I'm afraid the Curls are not mine. My hair is what is called wavy. Or messy. Or just plain a pain in the ass. So I spent the latter part of the 80s, and much of the 90s choosing to put curls in my hair. Go figure. =)
You should see my senior picture. ;)
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And, heh. Depending on the year your senior picture was taken, I can only imagine the 'do you sported for it. Go, hairspray!
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