The Blackangel

My gramma was the sweetest woman who ever lived. She didn’t know the meaning of the word “hate”. There were people she wasn’t particularly a fan of, but she was never unkind to anyone. She would give you the shirt off her back, while stuck outside in a blizzard if you needed it. She was also literally the only person who ever loved me and treated me with any kind of respect and dignity. I’m glad I got to live with her for so many years. RIP Gramma.

Inverted coasters are awesome. They’re actually the only ones that I can ride. With the exception of the Ricochet, Boomerang, or whatever name you see.

No one is a fan of every single creature on earth. This isn’t a phobia or thing that happened while you were high/drunk. It has to be a sober, hate. For me it’s flamingos. I hate them. We were at the San Diego zoo several years ago, and they have a spot where you can get a bit of food and feed them. We were doing that and several were coming up. Well I was feeding one and the bastard bit me! I hollered and ended up dropping the food into the water. Ever since then, I’ve hated flamingos.

Reliability is number one for a vehicle. Put your preferences aside, and get something that you know you can count on. If you have that, and can get the money together, then you can start thinking about getting your dream car. @Rain Dew has a really reliable car. I think the only thing that have had to be fixed is when it needs new tires or an oil change. Obviously that’s normal maintenance for every vehicle, but still. To get back to point, it’s a great car.

If you haven’t done if before, you need to find a bunny and go slow. You need to learn how to direct your weight on one unless you want to spend all your time on your ass. There’s a lot you need to learn before you even consider hitting the slopes.

In all honesty, I spend more time on the dark web than I do on the surface web. I’ve found several things down there that I would rather not have, but I’ve also found things that I easily resonate with. If you know how to use onion, have the right browser, a little bit of hacking skills, and can find a gateway, there’s nothing you can’t find down there.

I can’t do them. My heart could stop. What I want to see is someone try to do McKamey Manor. That is the most intense haunted house attraction in the world. If you can make it through, you win $20,000. So far, no one has made it. You will be violated in almost every way imaginable, with the exception of sexually violated. They will grab you, shove you to floor and pin you down. They exploit your worst fears and nightmares. It’s so severe that waivers and medical screenings, both mental and physical, are required before you can get approved for an attempt. You also have to sign a document that states you can’t sue for any reason. They don’t screw around at this placw.

A lot of it would depend on the reason for the trip. If it’s something that I’m wanting to hit the road for, then I have no problem being the driver. If someone is dragging me along with them, then I’m the passenger.

I don’t plan, I improvise. If I have an appointment coming up I put a reminder in my phone, and that’s the end of it. I don’t like the idea of planning. I might plan to go to the store in 10 minutes, but die 9 minutes from now. I’m not a prophet or anything, so I don’t know what the future holds. So I see no reason to plan and try to do certain things when I don’t even know if tomorrow is going to come for me or not.

YouTube, VGR (obviously), Craigslist, dark web, random forums, spot on metals (silver, copper, etc), and a few astronomy sites to name a few. I also check my own site as I build it. Making sure links work, and that I have things scripted right prior to taking it live.

It’s not art. Dropping a fucking paint can on the ground and letting it spill is not art. It’s stupidity. Welding a bunch of junk steel together with no care what jackass direction it’s jutting out to is not art. It’s stupidity. This beatnik bullshit needs to be eradicated. If you want to see actual art, you will go to a museum. Everything else is a waste of time, materials, and space. Burn it or melt it. That would be as close to art as any of that worthless bullshit could ever hope for.

Tons and tons of them. Songbirds are obviously an everyday occurrence. Squirrels are as well. More than 20 different species of snakes including venomous ones. Several different species of rodents. Then there’s deer, turkey, skunk, opossum, elk, black bear, countless fish, eagles, owls, buzzards, falcons, hawks (just about every raptor in North America), coyotes, foxes, boar, hellcat, bobcat, and more than my fair share of karens.

Considering that my car is an 87 Iroc, it was personal desire. Now for the sake of argument, we’ll say I didn’t have it. I was always a Chevy chick growing up. While I would prefer a Chevy every time, as I got older it didn’t matter to me. All I cared about was that had no mechanical issues and would serve the purpose that I needed it for. I didn’t care about make, model, or year. I also don’t care if it’s ugly. As long as it did what I needed it to, and was at least semi-easy in fluids.

I miss snowboarding so much I almost want to cry. I’d give almost anything to be able to do it again.

Typically I AM the wild animal that is on the attack. @Rain Dew can attest to this one as well, being that she has seen me come undone more than once.

Every nation and culture has its own legends and folklore of cryptids or hauntings. I’ve met a lot of Brits that are terrified of the tower. I know a couple Canadians who won’t go within 100 emiles of the Banff Springs Hotel. And don’t get me started on Americans. Civil War battlefields, the White House, Stull cemetery, Amityville, random incarnations of Bigfoot, La Llorona, Mothman, and hundreds (possibly thousands) of others. For me, I honestly don’t know. It takes a hell of a lot to truly scare me. But what one story, location, object absolutely scares you the most from your homeland? Have you experienced it firsthand yourself?

If Nintendo wants to release an alarm clock, the least they could do is have it shaped like some of theirs. Shape it like a magic mushroom, or Marios hat. Hell, decapitate Mario and shape like his head.

Jumped intentionally, fallen into, or thrown into against my will?

As long as it ain’t Walmart, I’m happy.

Due to my fear of heights, I can’t get on one without being more than terrified. I been on the third largest rollercoaster in America. At least it was the third biggest at the time. But that was almost 30 years ago, but things have likely changed since then. I had a death grip on the bar that I wasn’t able to release, so two grown men had to get me off of it. There was another one in Vegas that I also missed because I had a death grip and my eyes slammed shut. Terror doesn’t begin to cover it.

Even though it takes your ankles some time to get used the movement and weight distribution, I always preferred rollerblades.

A hellcat. I was out hiking one day, and saw one skulking out of the woods and I froze. Luckily it was upwind of me, so it didn’t pick up my scent. I very slowly backed away and it went the other way. I also came up on a bobcat. Also when I was a little kid (around 17) I hunted copperheads. A hatchet and a forked stick. Pin them down and chop their heads off. Those are just the ones I can remember at the moment.

My gramma. ‘Nuff said.

My personal tenets. Also my unwillingness to take abuse from anyone. I will not hold back on anyone. I’ve been polite and respectful to this point, but that is no more.

@Rain Dew is literally the only family I have.