Further Proof I Live In A Sitcom. >_>

[whiteadelphi]

webfoot and zig_zag123 and I all took off up to the hills tonight to borrow Webby's stepmother's swimming pool.  Over dinner (a very nice dinner!) a bunch of people swapped SPIDER HORROR STORIES about, you know, massive dinner-plate sized spiders turning up where you least expect them out in the hills.  You know.  In the kitchen.  Collected with the mail.  That sort of thing.

This makes arachnophobes very nervous, you know.  (Apparently I lied about not getting nervous often.  Phobias are a special case >_>)  To the point that when I decided to go back into the house to change I was checking every corner with great paranoia, expecting to see massive shadowed furry things crawling on the walls. 

Locked myself in the bathroom to change.  Yes.  No spiders in here. 

...best check just in case.

WA: <_<
Spiders: *totally fail to appear on the left side of the bathroom*
WA: >_>
Spiders: *nope, not on the right side either*
WA: Well, that's a relief.  Guess I'll change.
Spider: Psst!
WA: What?
Spider: Look down.
WA: *looks down*
Spider: *sitting on top of bountiful breasts* Hi! ^_^
WA: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--you know what, fuck it.  *flicks spider off chest*

Somewhere out there, God sits with one hand on the 'torment WA' button and the other hand stuffed into a carton of popcorn.  It's also possible God wears a dentist's coat and likes to set people on fire on a regular basis...

Had a good weekend otherwise.  Hee.

Comments

[prettyarbitrary.livejournal.com]

I can't help but laugh. :D

I don't think it's anything personal against you. But apparently God and I have similar senses of humor, because holy crap life is funny.

I prefer spiders not to get too close. I've got a radius of a couple of feet around me that I'm happier if they don't intrude upon, though it depends on the spider. Yes, I'm a shallow appearance-oriented spider-hater. Attractive, graceful, symmetrically-legged (and preferably small) spiders don't bother me so much. I even find them sort of cute. The creepy ugly ones discover that my comfort zone extends around them. It's sort of like men, really. XD

But while I'm not really phobic--spiders don't find that their presence causes screaming, panic attacks or irrational violence in me--I've gotta say that if I lived in Australia, that might very well change. Holy crap, what do you people do to your wildlife to make it all so angry and poisonous? Does it all grow up on a diet of tequila, Allen Ginsburg, and Sisters of Mercy or something?

[whiteadelphi.livejournal.com]

Laugh away! :D I find life to be hilarious even at the worst of times. (Even more so in the worst of times, sometimes... I have an odd sense of humour.)

And ... Australian spiders. That is an AWESOME description. I'd like to know what we did, because then I form a coalition to appeal to the spider population to be a little less deadly ...eesh. (It's like our snakes. 9 of the 10 most poisonous snakes in the world can be found in our backyards. WTF.)

But we do get less in the way of natural disasters. Maybe it's God's way of balancing things out and having a good laugh at the same time. >_>

[prettyarbitrary.livejournal.com]

I remember when I first found out platypi had venom claws. o.O;;; For a moment, I considered giving credence to the creationism idea. I mean...come on! That can only be the product of a disturbed mind.

Maybe God didn't rest on the seventh day. Maybe he created Australia, then later after he looked at it again, he added a Commandment about getting some sleep at least one day a week.

[whiteadelphi.livejournal.com]

And THAT has to be the best comment ever made about God vs. our wildlife. I shall cherish it forever. :D