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What fear would you face in Room 101?
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I reckon my fear would be isolation of some kind... locked in that room for a few months would be unimaginable.
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Being locked in a room with mirrors on the floors ceiling and walls, with Hitlary Clinton and Rosie O'Donut in there with me... both of them Naked.
Or Anne Coulter and Michelle Blahman.
I'm not going to share my phobia, but the whole concept goes against exposure therapy. Perhaps after that much blatant exposure, the person would become desensitized and lose his fear.
I don't think they'd take you to Room 101 to keep you in solitary. Also probably not a good idea to tell Big Brother what you phobia is just in case he gets it wrong.
Duane wrote: "Being locked in a room with mirrors on the floors ceiling and walls, with Hitlary Clinton and Rosie O'Donut in there with me... both of them Naked."T'would be deadly
I reckon they would easily take you to Room 101 to be kept in solitary confinement for a time... it sounds like something the Party would do.
Actually, in answer to the original posted question, I am afraid to say.
I'm absolutely terrified of having to sit in a leather recliner, drinking beer and watching football. They can do anything else to me and I'll be fine--if they make me do that, I'll confess to anything they want--eventually.
OOH... YES!!!NOW you've nailed it.
What if they showed you a pot-gutted unshaven smelly 55-year-old guy in a wifebeater T-shirt, sitting in an equally smelly recliner, drinking beer and watching football, and THEN Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel walked into the room brandishing a syringe and and said "We can turn you into HIM, with ONE INJECTION of this magic potion here"??
You'd probably be willing to set fire to your grandmother in her wheelchair and shove her down the stairs of her nursing home to get out of THAT...
And it would be SO much cheaper than paying an O'Brien to torture you for hours on end day after day...
Excellent, my man - You're *hired*...
When I was six or seven, my father (himself, then, a would-be SF author) made me watch the first season of "The Outer Limits". As we viewed child-friendly episodes like "The Architects of Fear" and "The Belorus Shield", he provided running commentary in the form of speculation and assurance that these twisted things were possible and likely. One night I had a high fever (it turned out to be Rubella) and he forced me to watch the premiere airing of "The Zanti Misfits". It left me with an enduring phobia of pretty much all Hymenoptera. Decades later, I was writing an SF novel which involved hymenopteroid (completely evil) aliens. I wrote in a basement and took my smoke breaks underneath an old wooden porch. At this time, I did much research into collective/individual insect psychology.The long and short of it was, over the course of a summer, I watched Vespa maculata- white face hornets- build a massive nest, so close before my face I could have touched it with my hand. I was never once stung. I had learned that, in the strange calculus that governs vespid intellect, aside from a direct interaction (always registered as threat), they would only react to an unknown or unprecedented stimulus. And I was out there many times each day (I smoked too much). As had been the motto of South Carolina's public schools, "Knowledge Displaces Fear"; thus I effectively desensitized myself. Curious to note that I had done so by desensitizing Them. Their primary reaction is to symmetry. If anything predominates within their spacetime viewpoint then it registers as unity, which is of course symmetric. I was nothing but an asymmetric algorithm having known and tight parameters of rates of change and movement.
Even so, for me, in Room 101 they would encase my head in a live hornet's nest.
Please don't tell Big Brother.
Duane wrote: "OOH... YES!!!NOW you've nailed it.
What if they showed you a pot-gutted unshaven smelly 55-year-old guy in a wifebeater T-shirt, sitting in an equally smelly recliner, drinking beer and watchin..."
-I'm gonna go next door and chill with my dog Carl.
-MEAT-WAD, NO!!!
Being caught in bed with Leonora Helmsley,Phyllis Schafly and Nancy Reagan.
Oh, SO... You're not afraid of BEING in bed with them - In fact, you're implying that you COULD end up there *voluntarily* - You're just afraid of being CAUGHT once you GET there...So really all we have to do is show you our *PHOTOS* of you in bed with them and you will come *groveling* to our feet *begging* us not to Tweet them - is THAT it???
"What fear would you face in Room 101? "A briar patch!
Mkfs wrote: ""What fear would you face in Room 101? "A briar patch!"
Briar, briar, pants on fire
Lots of ennerving people talking shallow minutia of their daily boring existence and I have to pretend I'm not only listening, but also paying attention. Oh wait, seems I'm already on it.
Duane wrote: "Oh, SO... You're not afraid of BEING in bed with them - In fact, you're implying that you COULD end up there *voluntarily* - You're just afraid of being CAUGHT once you GET there...So really all..."
So you're a blackmailer?
Well, whatever works... I mean, they're cutting the budgets for the Ministry of Truth, so if we can use blackmail instead of outright torture it would save some money...
Besides water is at a premium in California, right?
Well, yeah, but our diabolically clever engineers have developed a recirculation system for the waterboarding machine... "Sustainability" and all that, y'know...
It works better with wastewater, anyways
Y'all are funny! Esp Duane....Being dragged in there to watch my 1st love hanging is enough.
If they're decent they could at least provide another noose.
A room full of leeches. I could NOT bear that.
<< Duane gets an evil grin on his face... >>Welfare office?
Just watching would do it to me (but I was referring to Bailey's "room full of leeches"...). "jokes-r-us"(oh well...)
Ahhh...watching the suckers and suckees, eh?I see. :}
Duane wrote: "Being locked in a room with mirrors on the floors ceiling and walls, with Hitlary Clinton and Rosie O'Donut in there with me... both of them Naked."I love this. hahah I feel the same way
I would never say. Big Brother is everywhere. ;)
Being locked in a room and forced to do never ending Trigonometry equations....my PTSD flares up just thinking about it. Excuse me, now I need a Xanax.
Yeah, trigonometry would be pretty boring... But I was just thinking the other day, when Hitlary locks me up in one of her "Extremist Reconditioning Centers", maybe that will be my opportunity to learn classical mechanics and General Relativity that I SHOULD have studied in kawledge<< kicks self in the butt again... >>
Lol. Ah geez, one of Hilary's reconditioning centers! That thought is as refreshing as an oasis in the desert. When I get locked up in one of those I will use it to better myself in the study of Quantum Physics and String Theory...two subjects I just could not wrap my mind around, probably because of my poor Calculus skills. Great way to make use of your time my friend!
Why would I tell anybody that :P That wouldn't be so wise now would it?
My mother-in-law...
Yeah, well, @Sandy, you should have just gone off and been happy someplace with your witchcraft and your boyfriend and not POLLUTED THIS THREAD with your NIGERIAN SCAM ARTIST CRAP because NOW, I'm in contact with Las muertas Diablas Santerias y los Paleras Mayomberas, GET IT? And going to send you the whole PAnTHEON the Demon Choronzon to Chango himself (?!) and THEY are going to turn YOU into PEANUT BUTTER (And your boyfriend into TAPIOCA PUDDING) (AND your little dog too!) - And make your liver quiver and your bladder splatter and the fuel pump in your car go out!! (And what is going to happen to "Kareem Abhida Muhammad Abdul-Azis al-Duunkuuni McSkyhook", I won't even mention, because it is TOO HORRIBLE for publication...). (But you can look in some medical texts on Genital Reconstruction Microsurgery for a HALF a clue.)Ready? Steady... Stand by for impact!!
Duane, you're outrageous.
Duane wrote: "Yeah, well, @Sandy, you should have just gone off and been happy someplace with your witchcraft and your boyfriend and not POLLUTED THIS THREAD with your NIGERIAN SCAM ARTIST CRAP because NOW, I'm ..."So..., you're saying I wasted a perfectly good gerbil? :}
Well, I don't know... did the gerbil vote for Obama? If so, it wasn't worth much to begin with, so the notion of "Waste" may be in question...
Actually, his name was Hayek...and he professed to be an anarchist with libertarian tendencies. This did not mesh with his belief in Keynesian demand-side expenditures. A very complicated rodent.He will be missed. :}
DuaneIt's not Chango yourself. It's chinga te. The o at the end of spanish words is first person singular.
Damn, that really is a loss of some magnitude... I mean, you *could* have found *something* of lesser value - perhaps just a right-leaning (but equally conflicted) pocket gopher (I.e., one claiming to be "conservative", but nevertheless found on a golf course?), and achieved the desired result?Though, I do notice that "Sandy" seems to have vanished in a blinding flash of light, not even leaving so much as a trace of sulphurous vapor in her place, which does attest to the effectiveness of the contents of the medicine bag... I suppose one might view that as a useful result (although my diabolical incantation above, now seems somewhat cast adrift as a result...).
Geoffrey wrote: "DuaneIt's not Chango yourself. It's chinga te. The o at the end of spanish words is first person singular."
Like in Chinga Unchained.
DuaneNot a pocket gopher but a poltergeist of the highest order. Your truisms are fruitier than a highball in a mountain resort. Try something different. How about a chasm at the bottom of a rodent's heart. If that doesn't work, rally around the auto de fe and enjoy the smokes. It's more relaxing than conjuring up neologisms.
