When were you last really scared?
We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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Uh. Chickens.
I'm not afraid of chickens, not by a margin.
But I did once work in a battery farm - that's about a gazillion chickens in tiny cages for those that don't know.
My job was to collect eggs from the roller some inches from their beaks. And they'd peck you - well I would if I'd been stacked in a tiny cage.
The noise, the smell, the sights, the environment were unimaginable.
Every now and then the noise would get to this crescendo making you fear the worse, then it would stop - all the chickens, as one, would stop. There'd be this eerie silence and then the noise would start again.
It was freaky.
I lasted about a month.
Scared - Bleedin' terrified.
"Soapbox" moment:
I now don't get eggs from battery hens as it's inhumane and wrong - and I know this from personal experience. And I urge you to do the same.
( , Mon 26 Feb 2007, 16:41, Reply)
I'm not afraid of chickens, not by a margin.
But I did once work in a battery farm - that's about a gazillion chickens in tiny cages for those that don't know.
My job was to collect eggs from the roller some inches from their beaks. And they'd peck you - well I would if I'd been stacked in a tiny cage.
The noise, the smell, the sights, the environment were unimaginable.
Every now and then the noise would get to this crescendo making you fear the worse, then it would stop - all the chickens, as one, would stop. There'd be this eerie silence and then the noise would start again.
It was freaky.
I lasted about a month.
Scared - Bleedin' terrified.
"Soapbox" moment:
I now don't get eggs from battery hens as it's inhumane and wrong - and I know this from personal experience. And I urge you to do the same.
( , Mon 26 Feb 2007, 16:41, Reply)
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