Written in my journal last week:
I'm sitting here next to a lit candle, watching a thunderstorm pass by - everything in my house is unplugged, the power is flickering on and off, and I'm amusing myself by reading and watching my cats run from room to room, trying to escape the thunder. I feel sorry for them, because I can't get on their level to explain that the thunder isn't going to hurt them, there isn't any danger from the noise - it's just something awesome to behold and enjoy. I really feel sorry for people who are afraid of thunderstorms, I really love them - the raw power never ceases to amaze me.
It's funny what people are afraid of, don't you think? My friend Matt, for example, is afraid of spiders, to the point of not watching movies like Arachnophobia and getting creeped out by certain points of video games we play. My wife doesn't do horror movies at all, any thing with scary music does her in. Me, I'm scared of little kids. Not "real" kids that you see at church or school or whatever, but rather the ghost kids in some horror movies. *brrr*. On the other hand, every time we have a school performance I do think about what would happen if the kids realized that they outnumber us like three to one. How do you fight off 500 elementary students?
When I was a kid, I was afraid of all kinds of things. I bet it was pretty annoying for my parents! (In fact, now that I think about it, I bet a lot of things I did were pretty annoying.) I was really afraid of someone breaking into our house, and either stealing from us or killing us all (for no apparent reason, I don't think we had any "enemies"). I was afraid of staying alone at our house (mostly for the above reason), and I was tremendously afraid of the dark. We lived in a somewhat creepy house that made a lot of weird noises and had a very dark basement, so that didn't help much.
At some point I decided two things. A.) I would only live as long as God allowed me to live (although I still don't see this as an excuse not to wear a seatbelt - if you're that dumb God will allow you to come home early, if you know what I mean), and B.) I had to face my fears or be trapped by them.
I started walking around in the dark a lot, not turning on lights anytime I walked through a room. We had woods in our back yard, so I would go out there at night and walk around, convincing myself that there was nothing to be afraid of. Every time I saw a haunted house, I went to it. It's part of the reason that I always wanted to be in some kind of Halloween haunt, so I could face my fears and help others do the same (and lets face it, scaring people is fun anyway). That's really how the Haunted Plantation got started.
Now living in the dark has become second nature enough that Matt started calling me "Uncle Caveman". Once I moved into my own house, I generally never turned on lights at all (partly to avoid glare on any electronic screen, but whatever).
All of this has me thinking - what am I afraid of at this point in my life?
And how do I face my fears again?
Thanks Lisa :) I laughed for quite a while this morning...I hope you remember leaving it!
Oh, btw...can you translate for me?
The Voicemail of Epic Drunkenness
And how I envision Lisa this morning:
On my way home from work a few minutes ago, a commercial I despise with every bone in my body came on - Budweiser's Code Blue.
Maybe it's because I'm not a beer drinker, but I just don't get the commercial. I have several issues with it, maybe someone can enlighten me on it.
If you haven't heard the commercial, this guy opens his bottle of beer, and thanks to a new "breakthrough" by Budweiser, the label turns blue notifying the drinker that the bottle is really cold. He then texts his friends with the words "Code Blue", sharing his achievement with others less fortunate and inviting them to join in his wondrous luck.
Let's start with the cold thing. I just can't get why this guy gets so excited that his beer is cold. Is this a common problem with bear drinkers, that where ever you normally drink has a shortage of cold ones? If so, I'd complain. Something like, "Hey, this beer is warm...can I get it cold?" I mean, sure, it's gonna have spit in it after that, but at least it's cold. Maybe I'm having a problem because my vice is drinking Coke. You see, when I get a Coke out of the fridge, or from a restaurant, it's always cold. Every time. At least once I moved out of my parent's basement and starting keeping drinks in a fridge (Sorry Matt). So I don't really get that excited about it. It's like waking up and being pumped because your bed didn't catch fire during the night - it's an unlikely event, so you really don't think about it until it happens. If it's a Coke, you get some ice - if it's your bed...sorry. That really bites.
Secondly, does he really need a label that turns blue to be able to differentiate between warm and cold? I would think the frostbite on his hand would be a good sign that the beer is the correct temperature. Is he already too drunk to know the difference, or am I missing something again about how great color changing from temperature technology is? If it's really that great, I say bring back Hypercolor clothing so I can start texting my friends every time the armpits of my shirt change color. CODE YELLOW: I'm sweating and it's awesome because everyone knows it.
Which brings up my last issue. If my friends started texting me "Code Blue" I'd be pretty pissed. First of all, you've just wasted my time and text by telling me something that I don't care anything about, except that now I know you're an idiot.
Secondly, it seems to me like this guy is just rubbing it in his friend's faces that he's off work, in a bar, and about to get drunk. That doesn't seem very nice. I mean, I don't work somewhere where I can just drop everything because someone's label turned blue, which is apparently some kind of signal that I should join them. So I'm still working, and now I'm annoyed that my friend isn't. It really ends up being a play by play of a random event in someone's life, which is rather odd. How annoying would it be if we all starting doing that every time we did anything?
CODE RED: I just opened a coke! CODE PC: I just booted my computer! CODE BANKRUPT: I just filled my gas tank! CODE TWITTER: I just twittered...oh. Yeah, that is annoying.
Hey, if you're reading this, I'd like to ask a favor. Say a quick prayer for me :)
I'm very, very stressed, not sleeping well, and I'm getting very frustrated. Basically we have a large shipment of computers and equipment that I needed WEEKS ago, that has still not come in. I'm going a bit crazy worrying about it, and I could seriously use some sound sleep. And yeah, I know - I'm taking the stress too personal. It's the same thing I fuss at Shannon about, but right now I can't help it.
Thanks!
It was an odd experience. Here's the video if you'd like to watch it! I honestly don't know if it was any good or not, I haven't watched it yet. I can say this - I've lost 25 pounds since then!
but I just can't help it.
I know Lisa will join me on this one!
KotOR3 - will be some form of MMO!
Edited:
And...confirmed.
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