I Don't Like Spiders and Snakes

How do snakes terrify me? Let me count the ways...

1. They make me run, jump and shriek in a highly undignified manner. 

2. I get bone clattering chills.

3. I break in to a cold sweat.

4. I get the shakes.

5. I get nauseous. 

5. I have heart palpitations. 

6. I suffer extreme dizziness and crippling paralysis. 

While snakes terrify me and make me want to climb a tree and not come down, I still find them fascinating. I always go into the reptile house at the zoo, even though I feel quite ill by the time I make it out. It isn't so much so I can see the snakes, but rather as a test of my own fortitude. Snakes scare me to the point of nearly loosing bladder control, but I don't let that stop me form going in. 

I do not let my fears control me. Even if they're snakes. 

I Don't Like Spiders and Snakes!

Live Long and Prosper

I was shocked and devastated to hear of actor Leonard Nimoy's death yesterday. His performance of the character Spock will be the truest in my memory for the rest of time. My soul aches at the loss of his shining light in Hollywood.

I feel like Spock was a major influence in my life. I have always been a fan of Star Trek. I'm sure that I can not dignify myself with the title of true Trekkie, but I have always enjoyed the franchise. Nimoy's character was always the most interesting to me. You would think that Scottie would resound more with me since I am becoming an engineer, but I have always felt more camaraderie with the half Vulcan Science Officer.

Here are some things that Spock has taught me over the years:

1.) It's human and fun to curse
2,) Logic is the root of reasoning
3.) Hate is illogical
4.) Being different is a curse and a gift
5.) Friends are a treasure

With Leonard Nimoy gone the world seems a little darker, but that's not what he would want. He lived a long and full life. As I've heard it said several time over the last few hours, "He lived long and Prospered."

Bloody Cold

I'm anemic. Clearly, this is a problem. This is the third time that I've been reject by the Red Cross. I suppose I should tell my doctor this when I see her tomorrow. I am only worried that I might actually be sick. Diet can only be an excuse for so long. I've got too much going for me to be really sick.

It's very cold here. Like, holy shit it's cold. There is a painful bite to the air. It's the polar vortex all over again. Of course, it might just be that I'm anemic.

But it's good to be home.