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I enjoyed being a raven..

^^^^
embrace being a nice snowy owl

I love food that makes me feel good about myself.

Please excuse me while I go fetch a TOURNIQUET for my EARS.

Went with my sister's "squad" to a small but explosively loud concert. Frigid as hell, I'm never forgetting to bring my gloves ever again, they were like those of a dead man. Minus the rigor mortis.

please treat your ears better, they have to last you for another few decades. hearing protection is the right thing.

i WILL treat my ears better.

i'm never going anywhere public with my sister again, concerts, sister screaming, etc

I remember back in the early 80s, going to see Charlie musselwhite and his combo at a local seattle tavern, and he used refrigerator-sized speaker cabinets more appropriate for a large auditorium, and it was so loud in there that the air itself vibrated especially inside my lungs, I could feel the bass notes all over my skin and eardrums and in my lungs and guts as well. the beer in my mug rippled violently. it was nauseating. after leaving there 2 hours later, all I could hear was a loud ringing. worst mistake of my life. it should be illegal to make anything that loud, it is a public health hazard.

I can't think of anything in particular to say. Except I'm in one of those happy and tranquil states of mind.

Altman be praised!

I always carry a pair of good earplugs. I've done my research and found the orange, squishy ones are the best at blocking out sound. I own so many pairs of those things, I find them lying around the house everywhere. You need to moisten them slightly though so:
(a) they go in easier and further and;
(b) the moisture seems to help the connection between ear canal and earplug. Can hardly hear a thing. Certain sharp, sudden, loud noises cut me to the core and can bring me to my knees.

What did you mean by "I'm never forgetting to bring my gloves ever again, they were like those of a dead man. Minus the rigor mortis"? Unless you hear through your hands, I don't understand what gloves would do to stop loud music?

reference to the bolded phrase Frigid as hell, his hands were cold. the tourniquet was for the ears but the gloves for the frozen hands.

Oh! Still don't sorta get it.
Why were his hands cold because of loud music? I can understand the tourniquet for the ears but I still don't understand what the hands have to do with it. I'm not trying to be intentionally obtuse. I just simply don't understand.

the music and his cold hands were two separate clauses [concert. AND reference to cold hands by way of mentioning need for gloves], separated by the punctuation provided by a period. does this make it more sensible?

yes - that's exactly what i meant.

i may not hear though my hands, but some insects can taste with their feet. i'm not one of those insects.



yep, those are very good, have a bunch of 'em but never bothered to take any - i cewrtainly would have done so if i knew what i waqs about to face i also used to have a pair of shooting-range earplugs that fit snugly into the little crevasses of the outer ear(these) that were also quite effective at blocking noise, i used them earlier this year mainly for blocking dumb background conversations/"public noise" when i was walking from class to class across campus, and also when i would go downtown and wanted only to be alone with my thoughts.

i lost them. and sharp noises can hurt me too, but it's loud electrical, static buzzing or beeping (something like UVB 76) that is among my worst fears.

i remember being little(r) and sleeping in a room by the fridge and boiler, and having a heater that would buzz and 'scream' horribly if it was moved or plugged in incorrectly. and around 1:30 in the morning, the thing just went off with no warning and i CATAPULTED out of bed and ran to the bathroom and hid until my parents would shut the thing off.

that wasn't the only time either, i was around 9 or so and the same thing happened when i was sharing a room with my sister for the first time. i pressed the pillow against my ears to try and drown out the awful 'screaming' until my parents would come - they didn't. had to wake them up myself and i honestly don't realize how THAT didn't wake them up when something as minor as footsteps, WOULD.
legs were shaking so terribly that night i could hardly get to my top bunk.

that heater is history now.

I remember when this thread was really active.

it's lasted a good long and prolific amount of time- it can be as active as we make it