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Lil sis has been craving horror. Alas, she is still too young for the ones she really wants to watch (I shudder to think of the nights I would have to stay up staring at her while she stares wide-eyed at the dark hollows of her room with her blanket clenched between her teeth), so I have been introducing her to the X-Files in order to warm her up. ^_______^
Wow, you know what? It's surprising anyone can function properly after watching that show. I mean, really think about it. You can't do ANYTHING for fear of what might happen to you. There's that one that keeps you from living in any sort of gated community. There's the one that scares you away from the bank. There's the one that makes computers terrifying. There's the one that says there will be no trips to the woods, or to the Arctic circle, or to the lake, or to active volcanoes. There will be no bathtubs because of random blood, and no showers because of flukeworms.
Even those of us who are more ecclectically inclined are out of luck: No diving to the bottom of the ocean. No crawling around through airducts or under escalators. No spelunking in abandoned boxcars. No field-trips into the sewers, dammit.
No having shadows, no TV, no cell phone displays. ABSOLUTELY NO FISHTANKS. No swimming, hell, no water in general. No subways, or highrises, or bowling alleys. No cockroach-infested houses. No playing with dolls. No wandering around in fruit groves. NO TALKING TO MAINTENANCE WORKERS OR BUSINESS ASSOCIATES OR MEDIUMS OR PEOPLE IN TOWNS THAT PRODUCE CONSUMABLE CHICKEN OR GUYS WHO SMOKE LIKE STOVEPIPES OR LITTLE BOYS EXPERIENCING THE STIGMATA OR ELDERLY PEOPLE LIVING IN RETIREMENT HOMES OR INCESTUOUSLY BREEDING FAMILIES OR NICE PEOPLE ONLINE.
Pets that are not allowed: dogs, cats, snakes, gorillas, chupacabras, worms, spores, alien-human hybrids, or clones (even if they look like your sister). ^_~
No tattoos and no writing.
Gawd. We can't do anything.
*griiiiiiiiiiiiiin*
Wow, you know what? It's surprising anyone can function properly after watching that show. I mean, really think about it. You can't do ANYTHING for fear of what might happen to you. There's that one that keeps you from living in any sort of gated community. There's the one that scares you away from the bank. There's the one that makes computers terrifying. There's the one that says there will be no trips to the woods, or to the Arctic circle, or to the lake, or to active volcanoes. There will be no bathtubs because of random blood, and no showers because of flukeworms.
Even those of us who are more ecclectically inclined are out of luck: No diving to the bottom of the ocean. No crawling around through airducts or under escalators. No spelunking in abandoned boxcars. No field-trips into the sewers, dammit.
No having shadows, no TV, no cell phone displays. ABSOLUTELY NO FISHTANKS. No swimming, hell, no water in general. No subways, or highrises, or bowling alleys. No cockroach-infested houses. No playing with dolls. No wandering around in fruit groves. NO TALKING TO MAINTENANCE WORKERS OR BUSINESS ASSOCIATES OR MEDIUMS OR PEOPLE IN TOWNS THAT PRODUCE CONSUMABLE CHICKEN OR GUYS WHO SMOKE LIKE STOVEPIPES OR LITTLE BOYS EXPERIENCING THE STIGMATA OR ELDERLY PEOPLE LIVING IN RETIREMENT HOMES OR INCESTUOUSLY BREEDING FAMILIES OR NICE PEOPLE ONLINE.
Pets that are not allowed: dogs, cats, snakes, gorillas, chupacabras, worms, spores, alien-human hybrids, or clones (even if they look like your sister). ^_~
No tattoos and no writing.
Gawd. We can't do anything.
*griiiiiiiiiiiiiin*
