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WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS?!?!? IT LOOKS LIKE IT'S MADE FROM MILLIONS OF KITTEN TAILS!! DDDDDDDDDD:

Even Patrick cannot save you from the motherfucking creepiness of this thing!

But apparently I have some kind of virtual dragon egg thing. I have no idea what it does or what it's for, but it wants to be clicked.

Edit: I adopted an abandoned one, too, because I'm such a bleeding heart for virtual fantasy creatures.

Remember my post about how my bedroom door keeps opening and how we heard footsteps coming up the stairs?

Julie just went to her room to get changed for bed and found a purple disposable lighter covered in bird shit and with a feather shoved in it, on her bed.

The windows in the house are all closed and have been since at least last night. The balcony door hasn't been opened in weeks.

We looked for any sign of a bird or animal which may have brought it in, but there is not sign at all.

I find it hard to imagine that people don't already know this, but I'm straight edge. Julie is straight edge. Matte, the only other person who has been in the house in weeks, is straight edge. The only lighter which has been on the premises is my silver snowflake Zippo, from my X2 fandom days.

There is no reason and no way a lighter like this would be in the house, never mind on her bed.

It's seriously weird.

We can't explain this.

And from Thursday I'm going to be in the house on my own for four days over the weekend. Oh, yay.

I don't think I've mentioned this, yet, but Julie and I have been having some really weir experiences, since we moved in. Aside from screwing [flat-pack furniture] an awful lot.

Basically, my bedroom door opens itself. I have witnessed this. Julie has witnessed this. Julie's mum has witnessed this. All of a sudden it will just pop open. Quite often, I'm woken to it opening, as if someone is coming in to get me up in the morning.

Now, I get up before Julie, and many times she has still been asleep when it occured. Other times, like the first time and tonight, we have both been laying on our beds in our respective rooms.

Today, unusually, my bedroom window is open. Usually when this happens, all the windows are closed. We've always assumed it was a weird Old House Thing. Y'know: someone steps on a floorboard, or whatever. Except, as I said - it happens when we're motionless and we haven't been able to replicate it by moving around the house.

Well. JUST NOW, while we were both in our rooms, laying down on our beds, we both DISTINCTLY HEARD footsteps - which sounded like they were coming up the stairs to me, and walking across the ceiling to Julie - and then my door burst open again.

:| I cannot explain this.

We've tried ruling out the footsteps we've been hearing as being our neighbours, but this is a pretty weird coincidence. There was no breeze from my window, as it's a pretty still night, here, and even so it happens when the window is closed.

I'm starting to think we're sharing with someone else...

Guess what I did today - aside from fall off a stool in a First Aid training centre and twist my foot?

I spent the morning handling and counting real human bones (everything from feet to kneecaps to skulls) so that they can be cremated. Yes, I did just say that.

They're old training aids from the early St John days and because they constitute "human tissue" they can't just be binned out of respect for the PERSON THEY USED TO BE and because of human rights (seriously) they can't be put on display anymore, even though they were from people who gave their bodies to science.

Good job I'm not squeamish, really.

(If anyone's wondering why I'm volunteering at my old job, it was at a centre in the suburbs, with two elderly ladies who absolutely could not have managed lifting and cleaning some of the shit we did today. It had nothing to do with NHQ, and everything to do with the brigade and history. Although two Asian girls came in and asked us how to get on courses, so I went into Account Co-ordinator mode and gave them all the relevant courses and numbers so they could book.

Job bitterness fail.)

WTF?

This is... mildly creepy.

On my laptop, my Gmail Notifier icon shows no new emails - it's all white; however, in the reflection on the plastic above the keyboard it is showing bright blue, as though there is a new email.

WTF, Ultra-Bob, WTF?

Does anyone else find it weird that two massive natural disasters have just hit countries being held accountable for, or subject to, massive humanitarian injustices?

The answer to the TWIRLING DANCER POST:

If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.

Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.

LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
knowing
acknowledges
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies
practical
safe

RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses feeling
"big picture" oriented
imagination rules
symbols and images
present and future
philosophy & religion
can "get it" (i.e. meaning)
believes
appreciates
spatial perception
knows object function
fantasy based
presents possibilities
impetuous
risk taking

[source]

[Poll #1082435]

Humour me, and I'll explain in the next few days.

Further to my earlier comments on The Klaxons, here are the videos.

Imagine Panic! at the Disco, but English. And on acid. You need them.

Golden Scans
Magick - most homoerotic ending I think I've ever seen.
Gravity's Rainbow (old) (new)
It's Not Over Yet

No band's videos have made me want to fuck a band AS A CONCEPT ever, ever, EVER before the Klaxons.

Ever.

tyrell if you haven't seen this already, you need to.

I bring you Mike the Headless Chicken - the chicken who lived for 18 months WITHOUT A HEAD.

O_o

Are there enough WTFs in the Universe to address this?

Seriously?

I thought not.

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