I own and have read a book called Zombies vs Unicorns. I still like unicorns, but was converted to also liking zombies by one of the stories.
I previously hated zombies.

I am slowly making it a habit to play the Sailor Moon Song "Rainy Day Man" when there's a big storm coming up that has me a bit rattled.  If I ever had kids that were afraid of the storm them I'd share the song with them or share it with a partner.

Despite living in England where the most we have to contest with in terms of freak weather is a strong wind, I often worry about tornadoes. I have a reoccurring nightmare of a massive one occurring and normally sweeping off some family members who I try to save and fail.

Whenever there is a storm I look at the clouds to make sure there are no spirals forming. I have also already come to the realisation that my and other peoples only option would be to try and out run it because there's no where the shelter. Unless you live in London, then maybe you could go in the Underground...

Quote from: Tom on July 24, 2012, 07:56:52 PM
Despite living in England where the most we have to contest with in terms of freak weather is a strong wind, I often worry about tornadoes. I have a reoccurring nightmare of a massive one occurring and normally sweeping off some family members who I try to save and fail.

Whenever there is a storm I look at the clouds to make sure there are no spirals forming. I have also already come to the realisation that my and other peoples only option would be to try and out run it because there's no where the shelter. Unless you live in London, then maybe you could go in the Underground...

Do houses tend to not have basements in the UK? I've decided that if I ever buy a house, it will have a basement, but I live in the American Midwest and it's pretty common here.

Quote from: Julian on July 25, 2012, 11:08:29 AM
Do houses tend to not have basements in the UK? I've decided that if I ever buy a house, it will have a basement, but I live in the American Midwest and it's pretty common here.

Not really no.  Some of the old Victorian houses have old coal cellars, haven't come across any otherwise.

A lot of London townhouses have basements though (I've lived in one, damp AND dark, yay).

But elsewhere, less common.

Quote from: Pica Pica on July 25, 2012, 02:35:04 PM
A lot of London townhouses have basements though (I've lived in one, damp AND dark, yay).

But elsewhere, less common.

Lol well London does tend to get everything so why not the best chances of escaping a freak tornado.

I live in a suburb of St. Louis.  In winter 2010-2011 we had so many tornado warnings that didn't amount to anything, that we started ignoring them.

On the evening of Good Friday we could actually hear a tornado, so we ducked into the basement.  Less than two miles away it destroyed homes, trashed a concrete warehouse building, and tore open the airport terminal (there's a scary video on YouTube from a surveillance camera -- it looks kinda like a sci-fi scene where a spaceship airlock is opened and stuff goes flying out).

Yet the most damage we've had to our property so far has been from hail and drought (the boards of our deck are curling up and cracking).

I can't really recommend this city for weather, but otherwise I like it

I prefer writing with old fashioned wooden pencils.


Mechanical ones always break and you can never tell by looking at a pen whether it will write.

Quote from: agfrommd on August 01, 2012, 05:57:46 PM
I prefer writing with old fashioned wooden pencils.


Mechanical ones always break and you can never tell by looking at a pen whether it will write.

I like old fashioned wooden pencils too.  I don't like having to keep up with the graphite.  I also like old fashioned pencil sharpeners as opposed to the automatic ones.  I like actually having to crank the handle around manually.

My wife hates mechanical pencils too, but I like them for some things.

I really enjoy writing with a dip pen.  I only do really basic calligraphy in an uncial hand, and with no great skill.  But my everyday handwriting is capital block letters well suited to a glass pen, metal nib or bamboo brush.

Quote from: foosnark on August 02, 2012, 10:09:44 AM
my everyday handwriting is capital block letters

Mine too.  My caps lock got stuck on sometime when I was a teenager.  Supposedly it's a rather manly way to write  LOL

EDIT:  actually my letters aren't exactly blocky.  They tend to get curvy, and if I'm tired or bored they get really loopy and swoopy and ornate with long curly tails and things.  I guess that's a pretty good candidate for stereotypical androgyne handwriting... loopy, ornate capital letters.  LOL

The feel of the paper wrapping of a crayon against my fingers makes me cringe.  I can't stand it.  Dried mud on my skin feels really bad also.  Too dry!  D:

I like the smell of a good wooden pencil. Don't know if that's strange tho.

Quote from: skyNoLimit on January 17, 2013, 06:41:56 AM
I like the smell of a good wooden pencil. Don't know if that's strange tho.

I totally get this.

I wish you hadn't said this. Now I'm going to want to go around sniffing all my pencils.

Personally, I love the smell of books. Also the feel and sight. This is probably why I still shun a kindle and have thousands of books taking up space in my spare room

I am quite touch oriented; when imagining things or dreaming, the visual is far less clear than how things feel to the touch (which means I can feel pain in my dreams).

I can always fly in my dreams, and usually have magical powers. My dreams always have a plotline to them, and are usually fantasy or science fiction.

I was born in a town where the sky glowed burnt orange at night over a vast industrial wasteland full of red lakes.

I'm less than 5 foot and can't reach the handrails on the tube trains.

I've been roleplaying since I was 16, originally tabletops, now mainly theatre style LARP. When I first joined the local hobby club (which was listed in the phonebook as a satanic cult), all the boys kept buying me stuff, and it took me years to work out that this was because I was the only (physically) female (I just didn't really think about gender at the time; I hadn't noticed).

I'm currently learning the flying trapeze.

My fingers bend backwards at the end.

Quote from: Huggyrei on January 17, 2013, 11:04:39 AM
Personally, I love the smell of books. Also the feel and sight. This is probably why I still shun a kindle and have thousands of books taking up space in my spare room

My main ambition in life is to have a room to put all my books in. I've started indoctrinating 5 year olds, taking some of my older books to school to let them touch and smell and such - they can't believe that anything can be so old, it's like bringing something alien for them to look at.

I got a kindle for Christmas, I find it especially good for downloading pdfs and digital versions of our of print books I couldn't dream of affording...and for free! I am currently reading a book called 'Aristotle's Masterpiece' which is a seventeenth century manual on sex and pregnancy - I do love old medical writing, they had such a unified view of the body that often sounde more like poetry than science.

I love to read too. Though most of  them live at my family's house than in my dorm room. Otherwise, there'd be no space! :O But it's a jumble of Young Adult, Sci-Fi, and Classics. Oh, and my history books that I'm keeping instead of selling. I might have to start selling a lot of the Young Adult ones. But then, I reminisce...

I may or may not be on the sensory-processing-disorder spectrum.

"Hanging out" generally means cuddling on my Twin-XL dorm room bed with my two closest friends (semi-platonic), watching Doctor Who on my laptop. I have New Who from The Ninth Doctor till Series Five on DVD at home. Thank you, ridiculously cheap Amazon for Series one through the David Tennant Specials.

I still sleep with stuffed animals. One since I was born-a stuffed bunny named Bunny Franklin Fuzzy and a new bear called Cap van Spangled.

Quote from: Huggyrei on January 17, 2013, 11:04:39 AMI'm less than 5 foot and can't reach the handrails on the tube trains.

I'm 5' (I think) and can't reach those bars unless I stand on my toes and complain loudly


To contribute something of my own: I'm allergic to milk, though I generally regard this fact as less "strange" and more "really annoying"

I am still here, I've just been quietly elsewhere.  Gender stuff isn't worrying me anymore really.

I have more or less left my previous religion (Kemetic Orthodoxy) and am now just an animistic pantheistic sort-of-shamanic Discordian-ish witch-thingie with leanings toward Faerie, so there's that.

I got a bunch of books on metalsmithing for Christmas and have started making shinies.  (I HAVE AN ANVIL.  That's just cool.)  Thing One was a practice piece, a sort of a dangly bit with two rectangles, one black-coated copper with a zigzag scratched into it, and one shiny polished textured copper, riveted together with three different styles of rivets.  Thing Two was going to be fancier but proved difficult, so it turned into kind of a pointy flower on a wire doodad.  Thing Three is currently a hammered copper bowl, but I plan to turn it into the Sun after I experiment with hammered wire "rays."

My beard is starting to approach majestic length, but still not quite braidable yet.  Someday!

I think copper is a really cool metal, sometimes i weld pennies together and leave them in stores need a penny jars.