Revellian Dot Com

One of my favorite plug ins for FireFox is RefControl. One obvious use is for those who use services like Entrecard, which is an easy to understand example. What exactly does the plug in do? It allows you to control what gets sent as the HTTP Referrer on a per-site basis. For those non-tech people, I’ll explain it this way:

When I’m clicking through Entrecard, every time I arrive at a new site, the referrer is Entrecard. In other words, I arrived via Entrecard. Well, that doesn’t do me any good at all. I want every new site I arrive at, to be referred by Revellian.com, not the site I was actually referred from. Why on Earth would I want to do that?

• I want my site name on every server log
• I want my site name listed in as many places as possible
• I am an extremely bored deviant with too much time on his hands

Download the plug in, and go to RefControl options. In my example, I am using one of my blog posts as the  HTTP referrer. Type in <Default>, as in my example. This will spam the request with my article’s URL at nearly every site I arrive at - no matter where I arrived from.

Many people check their server logs, stat panels and so forth to see where their traffic arrived from. If you do this, all they will ever see is your url, not the actual site you clicked from. Check out what I did at my buddy Jasmin’s site:

1. In the red oval notated with the number 1, is the first time I arrived through Entrecard at his site. It says the referrer is revellian.com, not entrecard - exactly what I wanted. If you notice, it says I arrived from Germany; that is because I was using a proxy server to be tricky.
2. In the circle notated as 2 (I hope you’re not perplexed), I had RefControl turned off and it shows I arrived from Long Beach, Mississippi via Entrecard, the normal HTTP referrer. I also turned off my proxy server…no fun at all.

Lots of people use that Feedjit widget or other similar java scripts - I don’t because I already have enough of them. You can use RefControl to give you more privacy, and can control the referrer for every site individually (if you’re really weird). If you use BlogCatalog, MyBlogLog or any other site to search blogs from, why not use your own url as the referrer? It makes sense.

I just used defaut so every site I arrive at is referred by me. Check out the plug ins features if you like. Jeez, I think I’ve been reading too many black hat seo sites. I think my beautifully crisp white hat just got stained. Once you taste the dark side, there’s no turning back. Please shoot me, I can’t seem to keep myself from doing stuff like this.

I explain step by step exactly how to hypnotize yourself. Self hypnosis is easy to do and is a great way to learn how to relax and stay focused. I was taught self hypnosis as a child, and it has served me well in many areas of my life.

First, let’s dispel the common myths about hypnosis:

• It is not some type of mind control, though it does open us to suggestion.
• Virtually anyone can learn.
• It is not a powerful or dangerous technique that can cause a mental breakdown.
• What you see in the movies is not real and you shouldn’t worry.

Basically, hypnosis is nothing more than a focused, but relaxed state of mind. The problem most people have with it, is they may become sleepy when they relax. Hypnosis is an alert, but detached state of relaxation. First, lets talk about the most important part: Breathing.

Pay attention to your breathing. The proper way to breathe is what’s called natural breathing. This involves using the diaphragm to breathe with, not your rib cage. The way to do this is to relax your ribs. When you inhale, your stomach should extend, not your rib cage. It’s much like the way an opera singer breathes, they breathe deeply into their abdomen, and it goes in and out. A good guide is from Kashiwaya Sensei. Another good article is from Akido - Ki Exercises, which has pictures and involves other positions, such as lying on your back. After you familiarize yourself with this, lets move on to some basics:

One Point Hypnosis (or one point meditation)

1. Sit upright in a chair
2. Relax, but sit up straight
3. Breathe deeply and slowly, in through your nose, and out through the mouth.
4. Just relax and breathe for a few minutes - slow and deep.
5. Pick a small spot on the wall, and stare at it. If you blink, it’s ok. The idea is to relax but stay alert.
6. Stare into the spot, while breathing deeply, in a slow rhythm
7. As you stare into the spot, the surrounding area will start to turn white. This requires practice.
8. You will develop a type of tunnel vision.
9. As you fall deeply, the entire room will disappear - you will only see the spot.
10. When this happens, you are in a hypnotic state. Close your eyes and simply feel yourself breathing. Feels really cool huh?
11. When you want to come back up, just breathe a little faster and think of awakening. It’s no big deal, you will come right back up. You will feel relaxed and rejuvenated.

Hypnosis in Everyday Life

You maybe wondering what the difference between hypnosis and meditation is. Nothing - they are really the same thing. Most of us experience hypnosis on some level all the time in our daily lives. A perfect example is when playing a video game, or blogging. If you play a video game for a long time and really get into it, you get into that “zone”, where your totally relaxed, but absolutely alert. This is most definitely a state of hypnosis.

If you’re madly writing articles for your blog and you’re really getting into it, you may get lost in your work. Your so into it, the hours fly by and you write something great. This is hypnosis. If you practice the relaxation part with breathing exercises, you will be able to get into that zone at will. This is the entire idea behind all meditation.

The idea that it has nothing to do with physical action is not correct. Great athletes get into this state of mind all the time. Professional boxers, like Roy Jones Jr., stay incredibly relaxed while fighting. They pace themselves, and of course breathe efficiently and effectively. If you practice states of consciousness, you can gain a powerful new control over yourself.

I will give you a little warning: don’t drop into a deep state of relaxation while you’re driving on a long trip at night while you’re really sleepy! That’s pretty obvious though. However, race car drivers drive in a deeply hypnotic state - they have to in order to pay such strong attention to every tiny detail of their actions.

The Lighter Side of Mass Hypnosis

Several years ago, I went to a comedy show at the Grand Casino one night after work (I was employed there at the time). The comedic hypnotist Anthony Cools was performing a show where he hypnotizes several people on stage at the same time. I knew Anthony and so did most of the employees. One of the girls I worked with got the bright idea for me to volunteer to be hypnotized. I really liked her, so like an ignorant fool, I ran up on stage thinking nothing of it.

Myself and eleven other guys sat on stage in front of around 700 people. After 10 minutes of hypnosis, he gave us some suggestions. All of us ran into the bathroom, turned our clothes inside out, and ran back on stage. I didn’t feel hypnotized, but I normally wouldn’t have done that!

After another command, all of us guys made love to our chairs as if they were our dream women - a bizarre imaginary lap dance for our chair’s benefit. What was so funny is that it didn’t seem like a big deal. We all complied and did what he said. After the show, my friends were laughing at me and couldn’t believe I had actually done it. I have a video copy of the show, but will NEVER show it on this blog. It is so ridiculous and embarrassing! All I can say is that I was seriously hypnotized - very strange indeed.

Bottom line: if you learn self-hypnosis, it will help you on so many levels. The main area it can help is in stressful situations. I can’t tell you how many times it’s helped me. It improves mental acuity and concentration. The only way to learn is to practice. I hope this hypnosis primer has been helpful. If you have any questions, I would love to answer them.

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Afternoon of Terror

The scorching sun poured it’s flesh blistering rays upon my face - a cascading vortex of acidic liquid light - bone charring solar beams cooking my blood into a thickened syrup. I walked down the sidewalk on 28th street, passing a nasty horde of crack dealers and prostitutes. They all stood in front of a bar named “The Crack Casket”. I thought I may have been having a fetid nightmare, but the sticky sweat dripping into my eyes was all too real. There were white, black, Vietnamese and Italian girls standing there almost naked - most dressed in tiny pieces of rags, shoddily sewn together with green fishing line. The ghastly stench of unwashed armpits and infected genitalia permeated the stagnant summer air. I mumbled, “Where’s a crisp breeze when you need one?”

A tall woman approached - so dark - she appeared to be sculpted from black butter. When she smiled, she was all gums and tarnished gold teeth. She scraped a gelatinous jelly from her forehead with a heavily corroded crack pipe, licking the putrid varnish from it with her knotted purple tongue. She sucked in air as if tasting a vintage wine and said, “Excellent bouquet with slight hints of fruit and spice. Come on inside sugar, get out of this heat.”

I asked, “I am craving a cigarette and a drink, you have all that in there?”

“For sure honey child…we got everything a man needs to quell an unquenchable craving. We got absolute satisfaction for you,” she answered while a single polished spot on her golden grill twinkled in the sunlight.

I said, “Thanks, I guess I’ll come inside.”

A one legged hag wearing a grease stained wife beater t-shirt yelled across the parking lot, “You look out of place white boy…you must be lost or something.”

I heard another voice from behind me, “Better watch your back and your wallet bitch!”

Inside The Crack Casket

I apprehensively walked inside, trying to act like I knew what I was doing. I was immediately pelted with a soupy wet fog of morbid vapor and the acrid stench of soured liquor. I sat at the bar next to an albino man with a nappy white beard. I said, “Name’s Bobby…it’s nice to meet you.”

He said, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“I very seriously doubt it. I’ve never been in here.”

He replied, “No…I am sure I’ve seen you before. You remember the Waffle House Massacre back in 2005? My name’s Casper by the way.”

I gulped in asphyxiating fear, “What? I might have been there. I met a guy named Casper, but that man is dead. I saw him get his head blown off with a 12 gage pump by a guy named Sweet Willie.”

The man glared at me with phosphorescent pink eyes, smiling with a sinister scowl, “I know who you are boy. Now, tell the bartender what you want…I’m buying this round.”

A luscious brunette woman with a dirt crusted face winked at me, “I’m Carnillia Longswallow, your barmaid. What would you like?”

“I’ll have Bushmill’s Irish whiskey on the rocks.”

“Damn good choice - super smooth - tastes like creamy water,” she said, grabbing the bottle with conviction, strangling and fondling the bottleneck as she poured my liquor. As she leaned forward, her breasts were exposed, hanging like pink water balloons - the right supple and tender - the left repugnant. The nipple had been bitten off, leaving a hideously morbid scar. I stared uncontrollably at the ghastly, disfigured breast. I looked up. Carnillia was staring at me, wearing an evil smile, “My preacher got a hold of it one Sunday night after he got drunk on Bushmill’s Irish whiskey. The old bastard gnawed the buttery soft areola right off my milk filled mammary gland…leaving this putridly grotesque deformity. Good thing I didn’t have twins, one of them might have starved to death…haha…get it? I only have one nipple for one baby.”

I gagged, almost puking all over her chest. I leaned away from her and said, “Yeah, good thing you didn’t  have twins. I need a cigarette, you got one?”

She smiled, “You came to the right place. I got every brand of cancer stick known to man. I got Kool filter Kings, Marlboro reds, Dunhills for fancy city folks - I even have Zig-Zag tobacco for those who roll their own. You have to French kiss me for one though.”

I felt extremely intoxicated from only a few sips of whiskey. Maybe they spiked my drink with a benzodiazepine derivative like the date rape drug, flunitrazepam. I felt mesmerized in a hypnotic stupor. Though Carnillia was short a nipple, ferociously stunk and appeared filthily unbathed; she was beautiful and unbearably sexy. She said, “Kiss me…and I want that tongue.”

I felt like a deer in headlights on a dark country road, “You need that cigarette real bad,” she psychically transmitted. I leaned in - her moist, plumped, blood red lips squished against mine - I was rigidly excited, unable to resist her nastiness. Her tongue folded ever so gently into my mouth - licking the back of my teeth, swirling and kneading my lips. She pulled away - a string of saliva connected our oral cavities - snapping like a wet rubber band - spit splattering in my eye.

The stomach wrenching flavor of rotted decomposition permeated my senses…yeeeech….bleeech…I retched a monstrous mountain of vomit all over myself - filled with half eaten chili dogs and English peas. From behind, I heard a deafening scream, “MACHETE FIGHT!!!!!”

Everyone ran towards the back door in a vicious stampede. I followed like a lost sheep, scraping slabs of puke from my shirt with cupped palm - slinging it onto the floor. All I could see was an explosion of furious anger as steel blades twirled through the air - cobras hissing in sheets of sound. They stopped for a second, opposing each other in a standoff. Casper facing a man wearing a gray shirt and khaki pants. Casper faked low - the man dropped his guard, then leaped in the air jetting a skull crushing, jump spinning back kick through the man’s cranium. A razored metallic flash - his arm was nearly severed. Casper blasted forth tearing at the wound with his teeth like a frenzied pit bull, riving the blood drenched arm from his body. He violently pulverized the man with his severed arm - beating him until he dropped from exhaustion. The man lay dead in a river of blood.

Casper yelled, “Revellian…come here.”

I was mortified, and frozen in fear. I walked towards him slowly. He pulled a crimson stained pack of Marlboro reds out of the dead man’s pocket, “Have a cowboy killer coffin nail with me buddy…gotta light?”

“Sure Casper, anything for a friend…awesome fight by the way.”

We lit our stogies and sat on the pavement by his fresh kill. He smiled and said, “You have cancer. I’m a psychic and can see the disease in your lungs.”

I exhaled a cancerous smoke cloud - a carcinogenic tar shellacked the back of my teeth. I could almost feel the malignant tumors growing in my chest. I was a shivering, vomit encrusted fool, roasting in the blistering sun. He said, “What’s the matter Bobby? You’re as white as an albino ghost…hahaha! You know cigarette smoking is bad for your health. It causes lung cancer, emphysema, heart disease and numerous other sicknesses. Smoke it! It’s going to waste!”

I sucked in the nicotine laden smoke, feeling it glaze my lungs in blackened tar; my alveoli tissues bursting from the noxious, poisonous fumes. I hot-boxed the remainder in vacuum like drags, inhaling every last particle of deadly smoke. I said, “Ah…good to the last drag.”

Casper said, “You’d better go now. You only have six months to live, I’m sure you have better things to do than hang around in this dump,” as a singular droplet of black fluid slithered down his bottom lip.

I shook his hand and said, “It’s good to see you again Casper…take it easy.”

As I walked away, he screamed, “See you in hell my friend,” his sinister laugh bellowed across the savage horizon - my hand sheathed in his filthy stink.

Shopping In WalMart

Later that day, I was shopping for antibacterial soap and antiseptic in WalMart. As I walked down the shampoo aisle, a blind man stood before me with his seeing eye dog. I said, “What a beautifully white German Shepard.”

The blind man coughed - a tiny wisp of cigarette smoke puffed from his throat, “His name is Buddy. He’s a seeing eye dog. He was trained by an institute in Belgium to smell disease in people. Dogs have 220 million smell-sensitive cells. Humans only have 5 million.”

The dog lunged forward, his paws slapping my chest. He sniffed my abdomen and chirped like a Rainbow Lorikeet Parrot from the Solomon Islands. The man smiled, “He says you have a gargantuan tumor germinating in your guts…you have five months to live.”

I ran from the store, shackled in the chains of nightmarish torture…never looking back. An ominous cloud of venomous smoke still hangs over me like a maddening hell storm.

• This happened in 2006, so I guess the diagnosis was wrong. My doctor said I was fine.
• I read the police report: an armless, blood sodden body  was discovered, stuffed in a dumpster on 28th street in Gulfport, Mississippi three weeks after the killing.
• I quit smoking and run like a frightened rabbit when I smell tobacco burning.
• The horror word art was created with Wordle, it’s very cool
• Before I left, I was able to snap the photo above as proof of what happened.

Is it really possible to make money with Twitter? Does it really benefit your site? I think there’s a Twitter conspiracy going on behind the scenes. With government and military conspiracy theories going on all across the world, we are used to them. There’s the theory that the American government is ran by a secret group of individuals known as the Illuminati (the deepest inner core of the Freemasons). It is believed by some that all forms of mass media entertainment is a type of mass brainwashing to create brain dead citizens while the evil government enslaves it’s own citizens in a bloodthirsty quest for power and world domination. Maybe it’s not true and our votes really do count - now that’s a theory!

Twitter’s Purpose

I’ve been using Twitter for a while. The entire time, I’ve been looking for a reason why. I kept thinking I had missed something and wasn’t getting all the benefits from it. This leads to the real question: why was it created and what is it’s real purpose?

• It was created by mind control experts, using similar techniques of mass hypnosis designed by Hitler and Stalin.
• It keep the masses of personal bloggers busy wasting time.
• The money and seo bloggers know the maddening hordes of personal bloggers will never really earn them money (except for the seo books purchased which they don’t understand). Generally, it is search engine traffic that brings the cash, not Big Bucks Blogspotter Billy’s visits (wow, that is a great tongue twister).
• The evil programmers behind the curtain know this, and they designed Twitter to keep people running in circles asking, “I’m following 300 people, how many are you following? How many followers do you have?”
• While the seo masters rake in the cash, the sheep chase each other’s tails trying to keep up with everything 2000 people are doing - people they don’t even know.

The big money sites and seo experts love personal bloggers. It assures their success and guarantees a massive chunk of the Internet is automatically no threat to their ability to earn money. They don’t want everyone knowing the truth. They don’t want you critically thinking. They want you Twittering. While you read a blow by blow account of Billy Blogger’s hourly updates, the greed infested “experts” laugh hysterically - seven miles beneath the Earth’s crust in a secret back room - drinking champagne with all the world bankers.

Billy Blogger’s Story

He has spent $5000.00 on blog marketing books and seo training but has only earned $30.00 in three years. Google smartpriced his adsense so he will never reach the $100.00 threshold and get his first adsense check. Billy Blogger has reached the final, dreaded phase of twittering: he has become a twit. To understand the hidden nature of Twitter, you must know what twit means.

Twit - 1: An act of twitting: TAUNT  2: a silly annoying person: FOOL

As a verb, it means to make fun of. As a noun, it means to mock. It is the root of the word twitter, which means to talk in a chattering fashion (as a fool while being mocked by the elite).  Can’t you see the hidden conspiracy? It’s time for us to wake up. Soon, the government will be implanting RFID Twitter tracking modules beneath our skin so we can twitter in a mesmerized, catatonic stupor of thoughtlessness.

While Billy Blogger still thinks he’ll make millions, he twitters insanely every 5 minutes:

• Billy’s Twitterings:

1. I am drying off after my shower
2. I am shellacking my armpits with antiperspirant
3. I just got dressed
4. oh no, I have to take a dump, now I’ll have to take another shower, I’m out of toilet paper
5. I just bought the BlogMastermind course, I’ll be making millions soon

Google buries Billy’s Internet profile in a special file named: CASE CLOSED

We’ve all experienced the dating milestone of first kiss (known as first base in some circles), which is something most people think of as completely safe. In today’s world of diseases like herpes, is kissing safe? This is a subject most people know nothing about, nor care to.

We all know that diseases like AIDS, gonorrhea, syphilis and others are spread through having unprotected sex. What about an unprotected kiss? I know many men and women who date dozens of people at a time and kiss people on the first date all the time without any worries. Most of us don’t want to request a complete disease screening before we date every person we meet - it would be rude, or would it? Let’s consider:

I’m on a date, and a girl asks, “Can I kiss you?” (who asks nowadays?)

I reply, “Hold on a second woman…I’m not just a piece of meat. Do you have an updated certification stating you’re free of STD’s (sexually transmitted diseases) with you? Is it current?”

Her face turns red, she becomes disgusted and says, “Take me home loser. You just killed any romance that could ever exist between us. You suck.”

I go home alone and lose her forever…ouch.

The Kiss That Keeps On Giving

Yes, it seems it would take all spontaneity out of the equation and ruin the natural vibe of attraction. The reason I’m writing this is because I know someone who got that one nightmare kiss, which has changed his life for the worse…forever. He kissed a pretty woman he had just met. She had no signs of anything out of the ordinary. She had good hygiene and seemed completely normal. He did not have sex with her, all he did was kiss her.

Soon after, he got huge sores on his lips and a painful, splotchy red rash all over his body. He went to the doctor and was diagnosed with Orofacial Herpes (herpes simplex 1) and Herpes Gladiatorum (a variation of herpes simplex-1 known as wrestlers herpes or mat herpes, which is common among wrestlers).  He had a difficult time getting in touch with the woman, but finally did. She was shocked, saying she had never had any breakouts in her entire life and that he must have been infected by someone else. She was actually concerned and caring enough to get tested. It turns out she does have the virus, and is unknowingly spreading it around. Some people never get an actual outbreak, but can still be a carrier and spread it.

What if Barack Obama or John McCain have herpes simplex? That would scare the hell out of parents who let them kiss their babies (and they’ve kissed a lot of them. I’d be more worried about Bill Clinton)! What a way to start life, already having the virus. Don’t let every stranger kiss your baby. It’s also quite common for a parent to infect a baby and never even know it.

How scary is that? There is no cure for herpes, and once you get it, you have it forever. While there are antiviral drugs that can suppress it, it doesn’t go away. It is up to each and every one of us to get tested and to not assume we don’t have it. This case is not a freak incident, it happens all the time all over the world. Did you know that 1 in 5 people have genital herpes? In many countries the ratio is much higher. There are very high odds that any of us could get it.

Important Facts About Herpes

Most of us have heard about herpes simplex-1 (also known as cold sores, which appear on the lips). Many people have this virus, but don’t really know anything about it. We all know what genital herpes is, but we don’t associate genital herpes with oral herpes. Here are some frightening facts everyone should know:

• You can spread genital herpes when you don’t have any symptoms.
  Fact. Genital herpes can be spread to a sex partner even when you have no symptoms. This is how most new cases of genital herpes are spread.
• A person can have genital herpes and not even know it.
  Fact. The genital herpes virus can be active in a person’s body even though they have no symptoms. That’s why out of the 50 million Americans who have genital herpes, 90% don’t even realize they are infected with the virus and may unknowingly infect others.
• You can spread genital herpes to other parts of your body.
  Fact. If you touch a genital herpes sore and then touch another part of your body, you can potentially spread the virus. Avoid contact with sores, and if you touch a sore, wash your hands with soap immediately.
• Cold sores are just a lip infection and are not associated with herpes.
  Myth. Cold sores are generally caused by herpes simplex virus type 1. This virus can also cause an initial outbreak of genital herpes if you have oral sex with someone who has a cold sore.
• You can’t get genital herpes from oral sex.
  Myth. Most type 1 genital herpes is caused by unprotected oral sex. The type 1 herpes virus can be spread through oral sex—what was a cold sore on your partner may develop as genital herpes on you. It is important to use barrier protection such as latex condoms during oral sex. (Please see your doctor for alternative barrier methods if you’re allergic to latex.)
• If you have been with your partner for several years and just found out that you have genital herpes, your partner must be cheating on you.
  Myth. The fact that your partner has been diagnosed with genital herpes does not necessarily mean he or she has been unfaithful to you. Genital herpes outbreaks can occur with very mild symptoms that go unnoticed. You or your partner may have contracted the disease from a sexual partner a long time ago or your partner may have genital herpes without knowing it. You may want to consider having an open, honest conversation with your partner about your diagnosis without making any assumptions
• The only people who get genital herpes are those who have had many sexual partners.
  Myth. Genital herpes is very common. As many as 1 in 5 American adults have genital herpes. Because of this, you can get genital herpes even if you’ve had only one or two sexual partners. However, your risk of getting a sexually transmitted disease like herpes increases with the number of sexual partners you’ve had in your life.

Facts reprinted with permission from: Myths and Facts About Genital Herpes.

After seeing what happened to someone I actually know, it really got to me. He looked so horrible and had a severe outbreak. It’s a great idea for everyone to get tested (go to your local health department for the test, it’s much less expensive than your family doctor). Don’t just assume that because some person is attractive and looks normal, that they don’t have it. If someone really cares about you and you care about them, it shouldn’t be taboo to both get tested. It’s a really good idea. Here’s to your health!

What exactly is a quirk? It sounds like a grotesque, protruding nodule or growth that requires surgery, “I can’t come into work today, I have a grisly quirk on my tender inner thigh and it’s dripping fluid!”

Mr. Boss says, “Yeech…stay home. Don’t come here and spread that nasty virus…take five weeks if you need it! Powder your leg and don’t wear tight jeans for a few days”

Here’s a photo manipulation (on my Linux box with the Gimp) I did last year of my friend John, it’s quite quirky:

The Birdman (has a vicious bite)

Actually, a quirk is a weird or unusual habit. I was tagged by my good friend Jean Chia on her post [5] Annoying Things + [8] Habits + [6] Quirks to participate in this meme (I must have been insane when I wrote that ridiculous meme post!) and list six quirks of mine (I didn’t do the entire meme because I’m trying to score high for the “golden fleece” of keywords: quirk. I haven’t participated in a meme in quite a while, mostly because I became burned out on them awhile back. This one sounded like fun and I wanted to share how weird I really am with all of you. I don’t list the rules because if you don’t know how to do a meme, my blog is far too advanced for you - go cut your teeth and come back later.

1. When someone is sweating and they get that little droplet of sweat hanging off their nose, I lose control - I cannot stand it. The surmounting pressure will build in my mind until I finally snap. I once shot a man because of it. His headless body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell’s Kitchen.
2. I floss my teeth several times per day because I cannot stand having anything between them. I carry dental floss, a toothbrush, toothpaste and a bottle of water in my vehicle and at work in case of emergencies.
3. I get the “piss shivers” when I urinate. Sometimes the twitch is so spastic, I shake the contact lenses off my eyes right into the toilet - $10.00 down the commode. I am told that many men suffer from this affliction…especially while peeing outside on cold nights. Is this too much information?
4. I don’t like shaking stranger’s hands. Some people find it rude, but that’s how cold and flu germs are passed. If I do shake someone’s hand, I cannot relax until I wash them with anti-bacterial soap and hot water. I like Donald Trump’s “no handshake policy”. The Asian’s have it right with a simple bow. The perfect excuse is to say, “Pardon me if I don’t shake hands, I’m a Buddhist,” and bow politely.
5. I sleep with the lights on because I don’t want spiders crawling all over my body and face. A good friend of mine was bitten on the eyelid by a brown recluse (be sure to read my brown recluse story). His face rotted off and he lost his left eye. Years later, it’s still a vile open sore, along with being wet and draining pus. His friends call him “the cyclops” and I don’t want to end up like him.
6. If I drive or walk somewhere, I have to return the exact same way or my psychic cable will get entangled around everything. I was once hospitalized in a mental ward because there was a road block and I had to drive home a different route than I originally came. I never got over it and have nightmares to this day.

Rule: If you do the meme, link the text “quirk” to this post as the anchor text, this will improve my search engine ratings for that highly prized keyword.

I tag the following people to reveal their six quirks (do it if you want, if not, I really just wanted to give you a link anyway:)

Marzie, Karen, Janice, Robin, Miss Money Penny, Michelle Gartner, Spaced Girl Hero, Etta Rose, Apple

Also, I want to thank Dan - DCR Blogs - for the great comments he left on my previous post How to Steal Blog Content: Ethically (check ‘em out). I learned a lot about copyright laws among other things. I learn something new every day from other bloggers. Dan is very smart and has a great site. You should take the time to meet him and check out his blog!