Do you prefer the outdoors or indoors?

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erm blamo...are you taken?

Not any more ...I have been single again for about 3 months, a date here and there but other than that, free as can be.

ahem... *fluffs up hair* What a coincidence, I'm between bfs too... *looks for long-lashed flirty emoticon, can't find one, settles for smiley*

*sits up attentively* Really?
Do you come here often? (damn I stink at this)

errr...uhm...I... *performs search in file of learned responses, can't find any for this question, tongue-tied leaves thread with tail between legs* damn, that was short-lived

it all depends...

i am inside the majority of the time... the temperature control is a very important thing to me... i prefer to have control over my temperature... i dont mind being outside if its under 90 and not humid humid is ok if its 65 or i am inside... colder is better since i can wear things like my neoprene to keep me warm... when it is too hot i cant control my temperature and i flash over.

Well, I used to live just down the street from a B&B (it was a little mountain town with tourist-trap areas) and there was a bear in my house when I went to see it I wanted to rent it -- the owner had left the doors open for people to look at the house, and this bear was in there opening all the kitchen cupboards. This sort of thing wasn't all that weird in that town, though usually it'd be racoons that would break into your house and throw some sort of destructive messy raccoon party in your kitchen, eating your food and giving you dirty looks and leaving with a scornful lack of hurry when you arrived home to yell at them and threaten them with brooms.

There was a cougar there that liked to lie on my porch on hot days. Which was nice, but one of my neighbors was quite convinced that my absent-mindedness extended in all directions, so he'd call me up every time to warn me about it, lest I fail to notice any 200-lb cat in the doorway and step on it.

You should be a writer! I can imagine the bears opening the cupboard doors, shaking their heads in disappointment and nagging you for the brands you buy. Then murmuring to each other "We'd better leave here and try at the Jones's".

Just like that, except the house was totally empty so the bear was entirely dissapointed -- nothing in any cupboard, nothing in the fridge. It was really obvious that he knew exactly where food ought to be in a human habitation. I suppose he must have done it before. He knew how to open the screen doors to get in and out, too.

The raccoons in that town were really habitual about burgling people's kitchens, though. You had to have bars over your windows if you left them open when not at home, because the raccoons would just pull the screens off. They'd also, pretty much every night, get into the garbage-cans behind a small group of restaurants, throw the good stuff into a heap and sit on the pavement in a circle around the pile, eating. They sit on their butts with their little black human-like feet sticking straight out in front of them. They looked like city-councilmen meeting.

Most of the animals around there did funny human-like things. In the middle of the night you'd see deer and elk walking down the sidewalks in rows or clusters, looking just like the tourists you'd see in the day. The cougars would hide in the lilac bushes and hedges and stare out at passers by. More than one time I'd find myself yelling at children: "STOP! LOOK AT THE LION!" Pretend not to notice a bear, bears are offended if you look directly at them, but look at a mountain lion, it won't jump on you if it knows you know it is there.

Thanks, by the way. Actually, I've had a couple of little articles published in obscure journals and one obscure book. One does not get paid for this sort of thing, though.

outdoors, baby!! ! hell, yeah!! !

Thanks for that. I love stories about animals. You're really good at describing the scene!

Outdoors anyday because i love the open spaces the views and chillout all day long.

I love bears. I mean I really love the things. I try to photograph them when I can. Amazingly smart creatures.
The bears don't know that food is stored in cupboards...they can actually smell that food was there. Many trails in this area (New England) have signs telling not to leave food in your car. The bears can smell it and will destroy it trying to get in.
An old indian saying say " An eagle can see a leave falling, a deer will hear it fall but a bear will smell it ."

Although I have yet to see one indoors...fortunetly.

The black bears around here are all pretty unintimidatingly small.

Once I was in northern Ontario picking blueberries. They were in the distance when I started, but I zoned out and when I looked I was surrounded by huge bears. They don't make noise on the soft soil of blueberry barrens. They were all around me, keeping a polite distance, pretending not to notice me, eating blueberries. I already knew not to look at them hard, so I just went back to picking blueberries. It's amazing how comfortable I was with all those bears. Everything was fine, we were just all enjoying the berries and it felt quite companionable.

There are coyotes here. The best thing to see is when their pups are nearly grown and start trying to advance their hunting skills to go for ducks. They start off with field mice (just jump on the place where you hear it rustling) and then the rabbits. The rabbits are easy because there are a lot of stupid young ones around when the coyotes are that age. A rabbit can smell you, but it usually doesn't see you if you hold still. Same as a coyote. So you can creep up on it, taking a few steps every time its head is in the grass. But ducks can't smell you at all, and will usually see you even if you're standing still. So I'll see these young coyotes try to catch ducks by sneaking up downwind of them a few steps at a time. When he gets too close, the ducks will all take off with their wings whistling, quacking, and the young coyote will startle and look all flummoxed, "Woah! Why did that happen?!" Father coyote is usually watching too, and he looks as if he thinks this is as funny as I do.

(Show me a dog, I'll tell you what it's thinking, but I can't usually do that looking at a person.)

Ha! That's the way I feel, too. People often get freaked at my bear videos that I shoot while running/hiking, implying that I will shortly become another Timothy Treadwell. I feel much safer in the woods with bears at a distance, that are pretty implicit about their intentions, than in a city, up close and personal, getting mugged by all kinds of unpredictable human vermin.

I like it outdoors when the weather is decent(usually May-September). The rest of the year, I just wish for May to return again.