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in a thousand year old house with thousand year old ghosts in a two thousand year old country that was barbarian another thousand years before that where everywhere you dig, you dig up bones.

Honest to goodness, Skandia, I’m as psychic as a potato. I have never gotten a hint of a vibe off this house. And not much anywhere else in this country (though there is something pervasively sad about Kipling’s house).

The only times I’ve ever had what seemed an irrational creepy feeling was in or near the woods once or twice, back home.

@S.Weasel:

The only times I’ve ever had what seemed an irrational creepy feeling was in or near the woods once or twice, back home.

And then there are the rational creepy feelings I got in Utah near Bluffdale and Dugway, and in Maryland near Forts Meade and Detrick.

Par-Tay at SWeasey’s!!!!…when the kitty cat’s away the mice will play :+)

I’ve never had any ghost encounters or close encounters.

Well, he’s back and safe now (I worry about London), but I’m still eating Doritos and playing Hearthstone.

What’s objectively creepy about those places, Uncle Al?

Awesome Weasel art. Mugworthy.

That *is* a pretty good piece of artwork…

There is objectively only one thing better than a giant bag of Nacho Cheese Dorritos… And that one thing is being alone to eat it!

You don’t have to even pretend that you’re willing to share, and if you eat the whole thing, destroy the bag in a fire, brush your teeth and gargle three times, and wash the orange stuff off your hands with a stiff brush, no one will ever know…..

Sigh, guilty secret BLISS!

By the way, isn’t Psychic Potato a band name?

Oh Yeah. Wife and loin-fruits going away this weekend. I see a flurry of Sci-Fi, brown liquor, cigars and sweatpants in my future.

Yep, livin la vida loca, mofo’s.

I did not know Doritos were available in the UK and Europe.

I’ve been away from the ‘fam at my Alaska camp since November. Them Grizzle Bars and sammins are starting to look pretty good!

Sadly thy are, cousin Scott.

There’s no escaping the bloody things in the supermarkets just now,. They had some promotion running during the soccer ‘world cup’.

Someone must like them

thank you! happy to read your interesting article!

Husband and I have spent at least half of our married life working together. Needless to say, I cherished those days (and so did he) when he had Lions Club, or Scout meetings, golf games or hunting trips, even an outing to get the tires rotated and balanced. He’s like a kid in a candy store in Discount Tires!

Dugway and Detrick are military bases where biological and chemical warfare agents have been developed and tested. Fort Meade is the headquarters of the National Security Agency and Bluffdale is its site for a huge data acquisition and analysis center. Really huge.

These places are, at least to me, very creepy.

No Doritos for me any more, alas! My last, fourth, round of radioiodine a few years ago has left me with pretty much no saliva, without which the delights of food like chips, crackers, and the like are lost to me. I can eat a few tortilla chips if they are drenched aggressively in salsa, but dry, starchy, crunchy, salty food is mostly dead to me. Woe.

Forgive my pissyness…I’m trying to buy a house and escrow is taking much longer than expected. My entire summer has been taken up with this mess and I keep getting texts from my son and DiL with beautiful photographs from their two-week holiday in Greece. It seems supremely unfair.

But then, as my dear old mum used to remind me, life ain’t fair.

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Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 16, 2014, 10:23 am

Sadly thy are, cousin Scott.

There’s no escaping the bloody things in the supermarkets just now,. They had some promotion running during the soccer ‘world cup’.

Someone must like them

I swear those bastards at Frito-Lay pay all the corner stores to stock their garbage solely for the purpose of pissing me off.

Fritos.

The wide ones. With the cheese dip.

What happened at Kipling’s house?

There’s just something kind of sad about it, Mrs. C. It’s a beautiful house, but not a happy place.

His marriage wasn’t terribly happy. He married an American woman who was once called the most hated woman in Britain (behind her back, natch). He should’ve known what he was in for; he met her at her previous husband’s funeral.

Their only son was killed in WWI. He’d been a big booster of the war, so it was doubly a terrible blow.

Ah, thanks, Stoaty. He’s one of my favorite authors, I’ll think I’ll dig around for a biography of him.

I love Kipling. Did you not go to Bateman’s when you were over here?

We almost went today, but we ended up going to Sissinghurst instead.

Ever read “The Village That Voted The Earth Was Flat”?

Mrs. Compton–if you haven’t yet found one to your liking, try The Strange Ride of Rudyard Kipling by Angus Wilson http://www.amazon.com/Strange-Ride-Rudyard-Kipling-Works/dp/0712659277/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1405612386&sr=1-2&keywords=strange+ride+of+rudyard+kipling

A massive read, but decently written