Get back you four legged freaks!

[andrewducker]

So I'm playing Half Life 2 (yes, still) and I encounter two of these:

lurking in a room.  At which point I 'unleash hell' - filling the room with an estimated 35 rounds of ammo and 4 grenades from my submachine gun.

Which may have been an overreaction, as a bit of experimentation shows they can be killed by 4 shots from a pistol each.

The point being, that I don't like spiders.  They do not inspire friendly feelings in me.  I generally wish that there were large stickers with the words '"Warning, contains spiders" placed on the covers of magazines that think it's somehow reasonable that I turn to page 28 and find a large eight legged monster of DOOM staring at me.

Similarly, I know I'm going to play the next Zelda - but the trailer contains what looks like a very realistic spider.  I may have to play that bit with my eyes shut.

Comments

[sibelian.livejournal.com]

Ah, the head crabs! What fun they are. Have you seen them leap onto people and control their brains yet?

[andrewducker]

And then leap off again when I kill the host (if I'm not careful).

[azalemeth.livejournal.com]

The new zelda game looks GREAT! :D :D.

[azalemeth.livejournal.com]

Er, ahem, sorry, Nintendo Fanboy moment. I don't really like spiders either, but when I'm in an FPS mood, it's "Oooh, movement. Bang. bang. Bang. No more movement. Good!"

[andrewducker]

I ran out of ammo about 20 minutes ago (game-time) and have had to use the gravity gun to pick up chairs, tables, exploding cannisters, etc. and drop/fling them at the spiders. Means far too much staring...

[kelly-lesbo.livejournal.com]

Ironically I'm far more scared by submachine guns and grenades than spiders, but if given a choice to hold a gun or a big hairy tarantula, I'd still pick the gun. Some of that early proto-human imprinting is so strong it clouds our rationale in the modern era.

[onceupon.livejournal.com]

So, at Halloween, I decorated my cubicle with that fake spider web stuff and little plastic spiders. When I moved cubicles (and because Halloween was, you know, OVER) I ditched the spider webs, but kept the fake spiders lined up on a shelf. Then I forget they exist because they are just background decoration.

Flash forward to yesterday afternoon. I've got all my stuff packed up and my hair is down and life is good. I say good bye to my friend Angie and she says to me, "Hey, do you know you have a spider in your hair?"

I froze like a flower dipped in liquid nitrogen. Apparently, I also lost all color and looked remarkably like I was going to fall down and throw up all at the same time and all without moving.

She backtracked pretty quickly, corrected herself, "I mean, you have a plastic spider in your hair, a little purple one." And then she came and picked it out of the mop of my hair.

Took me fifteen minutes to stop my scalp from crawling.

[onceupon.livejournal.com]

Also, if someone points out the new French AIDS campaign visuals to you, ignore them. Spider of Cunnilingus DOOM. It's more than your innocent eyes could handle.

[broin.livejournal.com]

Isn't it great when they tumble down steps like unfrozen chickens?

Blergh!