I like it a lot! But I'm really scared when I think of gypsies because wasn't it a gypsy which who cursed this fat guy in a movie because he was ...um occupied...and the car crash killed her relative?
I think it's Stephen King--called "Fat" or "Skinny" or something
That movie was called 'Thinner' and it scared the crap out of me too!
HAHA!
I don't fear Gypsies anymore. In Italy, where the traditional Gypsy tribes are from, the government is brutally cracking down on them.
It is frightening to read what the non Gypsy Italians say about the Gypsys. It is horrible stuff.
Not too long ago two Gypsy girls were on the beach, like 14 and 15 years old, they somehow managed to drown in front of everyone on the beach, then their bodies eventually washed back up and someone finally got tired of looking at thier bodies and called for emergeny services.
Then all these people on this packed beach just laid there and had to be asked to move out of the way of the people carrying these girls bodies.
What kind of monsters can Gypsys be? What kind of monsters could be so indifferent to the corpses of their children?
BRUTAL government crackdown.To 'protect' the majority, of course.
I never read the book. I very rarely watch spooky or violent movies. I happened to have watched it by accident.
I'm also petrified of clowns now thanks to the movie "Poltergeist." My family laughs at me for this one. But it's truly affected me. I have no collections of anything because I'm always afraid of them coming to life, like the clowns did in Poltergeist.
Once in a while I think about collecting angels because I don't think they'd be terrible if they came to life.
But on the other hand, it could be like the movie Ghost Bushters where the marshmallow dude came to life. Who could be friendlier than the marshmallow puff dude? Um....
I know it's silly but that's why I don't watch or read horror.
I have an unpublished children's novel about a girl and her mother having to flee their homeland during an outside invasion. It's all fiction - given no time or location - but it was conceived from a true story in which a young woman I know was brought, as an 18 month old baby, on foot, but mostly carried, through the Black Forest, by her mother fleeing Czechoslovakia at the time of the Russian invasion.
Their survival and success in flight was due to a gypsy tribe. The manuscript has been completed for years now and every now and then I bring it out and send it off to a publisher who usually doesn't respond at all. It's odd, because a very successful editor worked on it with me till it was complete.
But I got sick and the editor switched publishers and I've lost track of her. Every time someone in the publishing world does respond I make all the changes they ask for then send it off anew. Perhaps that's what's wrong with it. It's like a domino fall, trying to change a manuscript on the inside and if it's written properly every tiny change impacts on every other incident. It will probably stay where it is. Somewhere in the bowels of my computer.
Anyway, I was lucky enough to talk to real gypsies when I last travelled and before I'd finished the manuscript. I saw some gorgeous restored old horse drawn caravans they used to use.
Yes, they do have a high representation in criminal behaviour - but always due to the way they are treated and to their poverty, alcohol and drugs. Like all peoples - the crime will be highest where the poverty is greatest.
In art and music and dance they are just as gifted as all the other cultures of the world.
I'm not sure if I'm a nomad or a gypsy. I tried to count the houses/flats/units I've lived in over the last 10 years but once I got to 20 I lost track. I have no trouble moving any more. My books are all gone. My piano is gone. My furniture is gone. My world now would fit on the back of a ute and I could move at a moment's notice.
I love the gypsies like I love the indigenous cultures of the world - especially our Aborigines - but I don't like the alcohol and drug culture that we've inflicted on most of them. Most are like all others in this world - beautiful.
Call him Drunken Ira Hayes. He won't answer anymore. Not the whiskey drinking indian. Or the Marine who went to war.
Keep trying with the book Woz. Try a US publisher, sounds like just the thing for the market here.
Think global.
As far as the Gypsies go, I know they are traditionally a 'criminal class' but that is what happens to desperate people, they become criminals.
And trying to beat it out of them only makes them more likly to do it.
The government of Italy routinely makes laws for itself then breaks them as soon as they think no one is looking. Yet they blame all the social problems on the Gypsy.
I never heard of a Gypsy that could steal as much as Italian politicians could. Their priests, pleading poverty from golden alters are somehow supposed to be LESS offensive than the Gypsy as they cover up a world wide ring of pedophillia?
No. No. And No.
The Gypsy live on the original turf of La Costa Nostra and we are to think THEY are the problem?
I am just not that scared of other people, I guess.
It is just sad to me how afraid humans are in large numbers. And usually of groups so small they have no choice but to be ... disenfranchised.
For all of our evolving, we really are still just animals. I can hardly blame the Gypsy for being one when we all seem to be one.
Starve me, and I will steal the bread right out of your hand.
Well, I don't think I've ever met a gypsy in real life. And just to clarify...I'm not trying to sound racist or anything... I was just sort of comparing the gypsy in that movie that scared the bejangles out of me to the clowns in the other movie that scared the bejangles out of me. So now, I can't have either in my house as decoration. What if some curse happens or they come back to life.
I use to love clowns before I saw that movie and had even done some needlepoint clowns. I was in the process of making one when I saw the movie. I had to stop working on it. And eventually, I gave it away or threw it away. I can't remember.
All I know is that the enjoyment of silly clowns is not there for me. CLowns seem evil. And though I wasn't commenting on criminality of real life gypsies, the poor gypsy man in that movie lost his loved-one due to a reckless act--so I can sort of understand how angry he felt. But it scares me to think of curses.
Suz - you have to STOP watching movies that affect you like this!!! Good grief. If John McCain read what you said here he'd throw his wife's millions into a movie about a black (looks-like-a-muslim) candidate for a president and the utter disaster he would create if elected. He just needs a horrific script and equally loathsome actors and it's all done and dusted. McCain for president because Obama scares the crap out of the folks.
Your fear about clowns is the same kind of fear that made people believe the terrorist hysteria and elect GWB. Twice. Please don't let Stephen King or anyone have that control over feeding your brain with any kind of fear. Even of curses. Just return the curse from whence it came - if there is ever a curse directed at you. And frankly suz anyone who tries to throw a curse at you is in far greater danger of being cursed by an angry mob.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, Woz, I used to feel the same way about The Wizard of Oz. Then my sister made me watch it like 15 times in a row to desensitize me of that fear of the witch.
So I think by now most people are desensitized to the fear mongering they've done.
They've called wolf too often and except for a minority of people, the race-baiting doesn't work.
I guess I decided one day that I will not let anything scare me. My older sister had a great deal to do with my reaching this point. A huntsman spider is the Australian version of a tarantula. Big and hairy. Ugly and scary.
She loved to terrify me with them. She would pick them up on her hand and let them crawl up her arm. Whilst she had me backed up against a wall and the spider just a fraction of an inch from my face. In the end I learned to succumb - whatever is going to happen, will happen. It took years but in the end I could stare right past the spider and unafraid into my sister's eyes.
She had to give up. I've used that strategy every time I've been terrified - it works. I don't like huntsmen inside - which is where they like to be - so when one turns up in my place I put it into a container and go and empty it in the park up the road near other houses.
When I'm walking home and the street is dark and quiet, I just grit my teeth and refuse to let anyone make me scared of walking in my own street. I must confess I've probably gone a bit too far with it. When I go to leave in the mornings I inevitably lock the door - meaning that it wasn't locked the night before. Sometimes I remember just as I'm going to sleep and then I think - later - and forget about it.
But clowns? I don't find them funny either. I just don't find them any different from say, Santa Claus.
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This is gorgeous! She is gorgeous!
Me too, Love it!
I like it a lot! But I'm really scared when I think of gypsies because wasn't it a gypsy which who cursed this fat guy in a movie because he was ...um occupied...and the car crash killed her relative?
I think it's Stephen King--called "Fat" or "Skinny" or something
Anyways, ever since then gypsies scare me.
That movie was called 'Thinner' and it scared the crap out of me too!
HAHA!
I don't fear Gypsies anymore. In Italy, where the traditional Gypsy tribes are from, the government is brutally cracking down on them.
It is frightening to read what the non Gypsy Italians say about the Gypsys. It is horrible stuff.
Not too long ago two Gypsy girls were on the beach, like 14 and 15 years old, they somehow managed to drown in front of everyone on the beach, then their bodies eventually washed back up and someone finally got tired of looking at thier bodies and called for emergeny services.
Then all these people on this packed beach just laid there and had to be asked to move out of the way of the people carrying these girls bodies.
What kind of monsters can Gypsys be? What kind of monsters could be so indifferent to the corpses of their children?
BRUTAL government crackdown.To 'protect' the majority, of course.
Sorry, the book scared me, never seen the movie. I didn't want too.
I never read the book. I very rarely watch spooky or violent movies. I happened to have watched it by accident.
I'm also petrified of clowns now thanks to the movie "Poltergeist." My family laughs at me for this one. But it's truly affected me. I have no collections of anything because I'm always afraid of them coming to life, like the clowns did in Poltergeist.
Once in a while I think about collecting angels because I don't think they'd be terrible if they came to life.
But on the other hand, it could be like the movie Ghost Bushters where the marshmallow dude came to life. Who could be friendlier than the marshmallow puff dude? Um....
I know it's silly but that's why I don't watch or read horror.
Thanks to John Wayne Gacy I also have a clown phobia!
And EVERYONE says the same thing, laughingly.
"Awww you must have watched that Stephen King movie 'It'".
I'm like why on earth would I watch that movie when I have a clown phobia? Say John Wayne Gacy though and they get a blank look on their faces!
Stephen King has messsed with everybodys head in this country.
Poltergiest, now that is one sick flick.
Why do people laugh at clown phobias? I don't understand why everyone thinks clowns are soooo cute.
Ewww.
I have an unpublished children's novel about a girl and her mother having to flee their homeland during an outside invasion. It's all fiction - given no time or location - but it was conceived from a true story in which a young woman I know was brought, as an 18 month old baby, on foot, but mostly carried, through the Black Forest, by her mother fleeing Czechoslovakia at the time of the Russian invasion.
Their survival and success in flight was due to a gypsy tribe. The manuscript has been completed for years now and every now and then I bring it out and send it off to a publisher who usually doesn't respond at all. It's odd, because a very successful editor worked on it with me till it was complete.
But I got sick and the editor switched publishers and I've lost track of her. Every time someone in the publishing world does respond I make all the changes they ask for then send it off anew. Perhaps that's what's wrong with it. It's like a domino fall, trying to change a manuscript on the inside and if it's written properly every tiny change impacts on every other incident. It will probably stay where it is. Somewhere in the bowels of my computer.
Anyway, I was lucky enough to talk to real gypsies when I last travelled and before I'd finished the manuscript. I saw some gorgeous restored old horse drawn caravans they used to use.
Yes, they do have a high representation in criminal behaviour - but always due to the way they are treated and to their poverty, alcohol and drugs. Like all peoples - the crime will be highest where the poverty is greatest.
In art and music and dance they are just as gifted as all the other cultures of the world.
I'm not sure if I'm a nomad or a gypsy. I tried to count the houses/flats/units I've lived in over the last 10 years but once I got to 20 I lost track. I have no trouble moving any more. My books are all gone. My piano is gone. My furniture is gone. My world now would fit on the back of a ute and I could move at a moment's notice.
I love the gypsies like I love the indigenous cultures of the world - especially our Aborigines - but I don't like the alcohol and drug culture that we've inflicted on most of them. Most are like all others in this world - beautiful.
Call him Drunken Ira Hayes.
He won't answer anymore.
Not the whiskey drinking indian.
Or the Marine who went to war.
Keep trying with the book Woz. Try a US publisher, sounds like just the thing for the market here.
Think global.
As far as the Gypsies go, I know they are traditionally a 'criminal class' but that is what happens to desperate people, they become criminals.
And trying to beat it out of them only makes them more likly to do it.
The government of Italy routinely makes laws for itself then breaks them as soon as they think no one is looking. Yet they blame all the social problems on the Gypsy.
I never heard of a Gypsy that could steal as much as Italian politicians could. Their priests, pleading poverty from golden alters are somehow supposed to be LESS offensive than the Gypsy as they cover up a world wide ring of pedophillia?
No. No. And No.
The Gypsy live on the original turf of La Costa Nostra and we are to think THEY are the problem?
I am just not that scared of other people, I guess.
It is just sad to me how afraid humans are in large numbers. And usually of groups so small they have no choice but to be ... disenfranchised.
For all of our evolving, we really are still just animals. I can hardly blame the Gypsy for being one when we all seem to be one.
Starve me, and I will steal the bread right out of your hand.
And I won't even be ashamed of it.
Well, I don't think I've ever met a gypsy in real life. And just to clarify...I'm not trying to sound racist or anything... I was just sort of comparing the gypsy in that movie that scared the bejangles out of me to the clowns in the other movie that scared the bejangles out of me. So now, I can't have either in my house as decoration. What if some curse happens or they come back to life.
I use to love clowns before I saw that movie and had even done some needlepoint clowns. I was in the process of making one when I saw the movie. I had to stop working on it. And eventually, I gave it away or threw it away. I can't remember.
All I know is that the enjoyment of silly clowns is not there for me. CLowns seem evil. And though I wasn't commenting on criminality of real life gypsies, the poor gypsy man in that movie lost his loved-one due to a reckless act--so I can sort of understand how angry he felt. But it scares me to think of curses.
Suz - you have to STOP watching movies that affect you like this!!! Good grief. If John McCain read what you said here he'd throw his wife's millions into a movie about a black (looks-like-a-muslim) candidate for a president and the utter disaster he would create if elected. He just needs a horrific script and equally loathsome actors and it's all done and dusted. McCain for president because Obama scares the crap out of the folks.
Your fear about clowns is the same kind of fear that made people believe the terrorist hysteria and elect GWB. Twice. Please don't let Stephen King or anyone have that control over feeding your brain with any kind of fear. Even of curses. Just return the curse from whence it came - if there is ever a curse directed at you. And frankly suz anyone who tries to throw a curse at you is in far greater danger of being cursed by an angry mob.
Geez - we can really talk up some scary, huh?
"What if some curse happens or they come back to life."
I agree. That would be horrible.
The angels are a good idea. You know, in case of re-animation. But it would still be creepy.
Me, too. Once it happened, I instantly stopped thinking they were funny.
Or cute.
I hate clowns even more than I hate cows.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, Woz, I used to feel the same way about The Wizard of Oz. Then my sister made me watch it like 15 times in a row to desensitize me of that fear of the witch.
So I think by now most people are desensitized to the fear mongering they've done.
They've called wolf too often and except for a minority of people, the race-baiting doesn't work.
I guess I decided one day that I will not let anything scare me. My older sister had a great deal to do with my reaching this point. A huntsman spider is the Australian version of a tarantula. Big and hairy. Ugly and scary.
She loved to terrify me with them. She would pick them up on her hand and let them crawl up her arm. Whilst she had me backed up against a wall and the spider just a fraction of an inch from my face. In the end I learned to succumb - whatever is going to happen, will happen. It took years but in the end I could stare right past the spider and unafraid into my sister's eyes.
She had to give up. I've used that strategy every time I've been terrified - it works. I don't like huntsmen inside - which is where they like to be - so when one turns up in my place I put it into a container and go and empty it in the park up the road near other houses.
When I'm walking home and the street is dark and quiet, I just grit my teeth and refuse to let anyone make me scared of walking in my own street. I must confess I've probably gone a bit too far with it. When I go to leave in the mornings I inevitably lock the door - meaning that it wasn't locked the night before. Sometimes I remember just as I'm going to sleep and then I think - later - and forget about it.
But clowns? I don't find them funny either. I just don't find them any different from say, Santa Claus.
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