I don`t usually talk to people at airports, but I`m usually happy when I`m traveling so people talk to me, see: jazz pianist. The one flight I was deliberately a conversationalist was the worst flight I`ve ever been on, and I yammered and queried and diverted because my seatmate was so terrified. She was a SYTYCD fan, though, so it was easy. I wish I`d gotten her info, though, because she was totally a Buffista spirit baby and I almost told her about us.

L'il Meara

Those were things ordered by the German high command. I understand individual CYOA actions and greed.

Looks like good chunks high command, ultimately, weren't the true believers the proported to be -- they were in it for the power and the stuff.

Crazy Polish roommate used to talk about how in two years flat the best Communists became the very best Capitalists and kept on running the joint. CYOA and greed is what kept them on top and I'm sure they, too, delegated as much as possible.

I guess something else woke me and I dreamed the person in the room even though I thought I was awake? It was very unsettling. And creepy. I think I was incepted.

Maybe dreams like Liese's are why some people believe they've had encounters with ghosts?

Maybe thats how ghosts show up...

Honestly. I'm some sort of otherworldy or alien entity. It's only sensible to make my spacecraft look like ball lightning. I'm trying to get in touch with some loved one I left behind on the mortal plane and here is this handy sleep/wake phenomenon where I can just slip right in...

Just because there is some known-science explaination for a phenomenon, dosen't mean that is the explaination for a given incident.

And if Liese never sleeps again its all my fault.

Some large percentage of the time I'll introduce myself to a seatmate and then never speak to them again. It seems strange to sit next to someone for several hours and not know their name.

It seems strange to sit next to someone for several hours and not know their name.

You are the person I lie to.

The more invasive the questions, the further from the truth my answers.

Really I am happier talking to strangers at the bar. Once I'm trapped in my seat, no!

Yeah, thanks.
 
And I was just getting ready to go to bed. The SO had convinced me that the Biscuit would have gone crazy barking if it had actually been an intruder (the world`s subtlest intruder) but maybe he wouldn`t have IF IT WAS A GHOST!

If I've learned anything from sci-fi, dogs bark at the non-human and the intruders. You're good.

Best flightmate I ever had was a young Polish pianist on a very selective performance tour. He was eager to practice his English, and I'm sure, to be reassured Americans weren't going to eat him. Although he was quite delectable, I refrained. He was charming, and my quest to put him at ease and make his conversation easier made the flight pass quickly.

The more invasive the questions, the further from the truth my answers.

Seriously, all it is is, "Hi, my name is Trudy" and an extended hand before or after my crotch and/or ass ends up in their face on my way to my window seat.

I've never heard a ghost story where the pets didn't go absolutely bonkers. Not even one.

DH once had a seat neighbor ask him if he had accepted Jesus Christ as his savior. He said that he had, but that his wife was having trouble making that decision. He's lucky I didn't kill him right then and there.

Heh. I just would never say he can do no wrong.

*coughAWinter'sTalecough*

Liese, you were relaxed enough to get a glimpse of the other universe. The other SO wears slippers.

Just got back from Noah's xmas program which was an EPIC fail. During rehearsals he was a super loud enthusiastic singer, so they put him front and center. He proceeded to meltdown, screaming NO at the top of his lungs, growling and stomping his feet. Through the ENTIRE performance.

He told me there were ghosts there and there were too many people and he wanted them to go away.

Poor little guy. Implosion is ugly.