All needles, or just immaculately tuned modern medical apparatus?

Just immaculately tuned modern medical apparatus. Sewing needles are fine. Unless they are intended for sewing my skin. This is not okay.

I used to be the same when I was about ten to fourteen. I always made sure I had my baseball bat next to me, and I insisted to sleep in the room that had a chainsaw hidden in the airing cupboard just above where my head was.

That's information that I've never revealed to Emily, you priveliged, priveliged people.

That reminds me of when I used to sleep with a pocket knife under my pillow just in case of serial killers.

I used to be very much like that. You can get used to anything if you try hard enough. I had some help from an eye injury that needed repeated applications of ointment that forced me to get in touch with my eyeballs.

It's less a fear and more a stomach-churning disgust but I loathe mould. Just the thought of it makes me want to hurl. If there's ever any mouldy food in the fridge, it will just stay there until my mum finds out and throws it out for me.

i have an irational fear of drowning, and i am clostrophobic.
i think the two go together; like when im in a close space i always imagine it filling with water... weird

shaman

I don't know why, but what really scares me are the parts in movies where the characters turn into other ... well, stuff. I think it stems from watching Pinocchio: the bit where they turned into donkeys scared the crap out of me.

It's even scarier when they don't remember being human, like the pigs in Spirited Away. I know that's not really supposed to be scary, but to me it is. Kids movies are just as bad; even ones like Willow.

And don't even get me started on The Fly. I watched about two minutes after the transformation and then I hid under my duvet and felt compelled to change the channel.

Which version? I took all movie for him to finally shed his human skin in the remake.

It was the remake. I haven't been fortunate (or, in my case, unfortunate) enough to see the original. Was it good? I can't really tell whether the movie was crap or not because I only managed to see the half-hour setup before I finally sought refuge in the comfort of my duvet.

I found it difficult to watch because there happened to be a party going on in the room. But it's my bloody apartment too!

Anyway for a while it seemed like his own skin was taking on the properties of that of a fly's, as is seemed to be separating into discrete sections destined to become the exoskeleton (also the sticky pads for wall and ceiled crawling). But then it seemed to be more along the lines of his human endoskeleton becoming the fly's exoskeleton, and much of the outer flesh dropped off as his limbs began flexing and unfolding in new ways, immediately after his jaw was pushed off. Shedding the face was probably the most gruesome part.

Fortunately it didn't try to appropriate all homologous features the way they are in a fly. Its a matter of embryology, but we might have see him turn inside-out and upside-down.

I like transformations and stuff, it's an interesting subject, but I hate the ones where they don't realize it. The whole concept of losing yourself freaks me out so much.

Oh, I doubt I'd have liked that. Just reading the description is making me a little uneasy.

I think that's maybe what scares me. If you take the Lockean view that identity is really defined by the memories and experiences you share with your younger self, then you're really not yourself any more. Even though it's your body (or something made from it), it's essentially something else inhabiting it. That's creepy.

Yeah. If you were a shapeshifter, would your mind fit inside an animal's mind?

Not without any one of the following:

Turning into an animal with your own brain structure (possibly miniaturised in some scientifically impossible way. Hmm. Scratch this one for much smaller forms.

Extruding your brain into an adjacent dimension in some form of life support and the equipment to remotely control your new body.

Proving mind/body duality.


Raises an interesting point, actually. By the normal definitions by which we define ourselves, the butterfly that emerges from a cocoon (or any other insect that undergoes complete metamorphosis this way) is not the same one that wove it. It completely disintegrates then essentially undergoes a second embryonic development. We it to happen in humans, we would completely lose our larval identity. Basically, death and a new birth.

I love the fly. Both. The first one is a little funny to me, more like a 'what the fuck'. The second genuinely terrified me.

Two things i'm scared of:

Public Humiliation(I got panted in the gym in fourth grade infront of roughly 100 people. I kicked the guys ass the day after)

Well technically, the second one i'm not scared of, i just hate for it to happen: Rejection. It pisses me off because when I was like 12 or 13 i asked this chick out and it went from a High maybe (which is pretty much equal to a yes) to a let's just be friends, and she instead went out with a beaner named Jesus.

:robot:

I'm sure you're just mad because she went out with him instead.

true but that's not the point. And his name was jesus. I don't like that name couse even though it is spelled jesus people insist it's pronounced hey zeus or something like that.

http://www.frools.net/lolz/sisko-facepalm.jpg
Sorry for the meme vomiting, but I... have reached an impasse.

I echo your sentiments.

Thank god for Captain Sisko. Shock and disappointment would be almost impossible to accurately portray without him.


In a great many of the languages in the world, the letter j is pronounced with more of an h sound. It doesn't make it wrong. It makes it different.

'If English was good enough for Jesus it's good enough for us'
1 point for the quoter, 2 for context.
3 for correcting my probably awful paraphrasing