Haven't met any yet, not too sure ;)
spring or autumn/fall?
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Haven't met any yet, not too sure ;)
spring or autumn/fall?
autumn, I love the cold weather and dark nights.
is is love or lust at first sight?
Neither.
If you could live life as a character in a cartoon, which cartoon? and who would you be? (I'd be willing to consider putting a character from one cartoon into another if you wanted, or even have a real life character or even yourself!)
I'd like to be DeeDee from "Dexter's Laboratory". It would be fun to meet Dexter, 'boy genius', and to trick him the whole time :)
why is it dark in the universe despite the fact that the sun shines?
The light you see on earth is due to the refraction(bending) of light through the Earth's atmosphere, this is also the reason why the sky is blue (refraction causing light of a wavelength of approx.400nm, light of this wavelength is blue in colour). Basically outer space is not lit up because there is no atmosphere. There is no light in the sky at night because the earth's orbit, blocks the sunlight from reaching that area of the Earth at that time. The reason you can see planets, stars etc. from space is due to the reflection of the suns rays off of the objects. (hope this answered your question)
What was the last thing you won?
I won at a game of chess yesterday, but for no prize.
To the person below me, I like AP's question:
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Originally Posted by atiguhya padma
I'd be a bird, so i could poop on people who deserve it.
i don't care which cartoon, any way you cut it, that'd be fun.
if you could be a brand of soda, what would you be and why?
jones cola, because they are off the beaten path, and they have more flavour than regular pop.
If you could be one character in the Star Wars universe, whom/what would you be and why?
Yoda. I WANT to be a small green force wielding wrinkled good guy with the wisdom of hundreds of years under his belt...
But does he wear a belt?
Perhaps a belt of stars, like Orion.
To the person below me: what is your favorite constellation?
Pyxis. (The Compass)
If you had to give up one sense, which one would it be, and how would life change for you without it?
I would lose the sense of taste. Sight, hearing, olfactory, and touch mean much to me for many, many reasons. Obviously I would lose the ability to taste wonderful creations of the culinary arts, but viewing and hearing the other (more superior, in my opinion) arts would compensate. I have always loved smelling different things, being always a "stop-to-smell-the-flowers"-kinda-person, so to speak. Touch seems essential for multiple reasons, mostly for health reasons (one would burn near a fire and not sense it, for example).
So, for me, taste would prove as the least essential sense to me.
To the person below me: same question.
Yah, I woul dhave to say taste as well...if i lost my sense of smell, I would quiclky go (become more) insane, and I cannot imagine funcioning with any degree of passion left in my sould if I could not hear, see or feel.
You! Down there! Land or Sea?
Having a relatively intense fear of water, which I admit, I would prefer land.
To the person below me: what did you last dream?
i had just moved into a new house, and got very irate at my roommate for an unknown reason. I went for a walk to cool down and met a man, only a bit older than me with short blond hair and a smile that was very imp-like. I told him of problems I had been having in my marriage and he suggested a way to 'reprogram' me. I aggreed. His programming technique was somthing of a spiritual nature. He was going to give me a tool that was very powerful, in which to experiment and hopefully utilize in a positive way. We floated up, seemingly never stopping, through cloud layers and finally settling in a pure white space. I was sitting cross-legged, facing him, and he was sitting the same way.
as soon as I began to talk, I could feel my mind split into two distinct parts. His mind was split as well, he was the one controlling this.
I was trying to form simple sentences out loud while we were rapidly communicating telepathically. I got very dizzy and felt confuzed in the part of my mind that was trying to hold a simple conversation and make words form sentences. I stopped trying to talk verbally, but he and I continued to communicate animatedly in the 'other mind'.
I was learning at an incredibly rapid rate. He shoved things into this conciousness of mine that spanned all subjects, all ideas and philosophies, the questions that I had not even had the chance to form had already been answered and I ceased to be aware of time, only knowing each moment as it happened. The physical manifestations started as a huge headache, and an overwhelming feeling of weight, almost like wihtdrawls from heavy medications.
I could not think individually anymore, only follow. I became aware of the ability to be able to talk again, to feel the other part of my conciousness, the 'lower' part and told him, very slowly and with slurred speech that I was getting overwhelmed. It was too much, too fast. (our other conciousnesses were making long lists of numbers at that point.)
He looked at me with blazing bright blue and orange eyes, scanning me and then said softly, (to someone or something else) "It's getting to be too much for her, I have to take her down." I felt like I had imploded after he said this, I could still hear both of our converstaions, but only understand the verbal one. I do not remember coming down from thsi place, but I do remember walking through a forest with him, asking him how he was so easily able to endure this split mind and communicate so seamlessly and effectively. He told me that it took emormous practice, and as he said that, he seemed to age about 30 years.
I knew that we would have more of these sessions. That comforted me.
I left his presence and returned to my new home, went into the bathroom and grabbed a large blue towel. The pipes underneath the floor were leaking and the towel in my hand became waterlogged before the floor even got wet. I got angry at my husband and asked him to come and help me fix it, and he patched it up for the time being, and took the towel out of my hand. The suggestion of a movie was made (by whom, I have no idea) and I found myself in a theater with two other people I did not know.
They were sitting and I was standing. It happened to be the first sequel to "The Matrix" but before it began, it played in its entirity so quickly in my head that it had already become a memory. The opening credits brightened the screen and I decided not to stick around, I had not liked the movie and did not want to sit and watch it while it played so slowly. The word "Matrix" shimmered on the screen and stayed there. It made me think about my session with the young man and as I remembered, the word changed and became an infinately faceted rainbow. I played with the word on the screen in my mind and was able to enter it with my other conciousness, the insides of the letters were tunnells, caves and crevices. That is all I remember.
(edited cause I typed too fast to spell correctly)
What is your most intimate memory?