Sunflowers.
Absolutely, truly the definition of obscene. Their height, colour, size, those seeds - uurrggghhhhh.
Bizarrely, small sunflowers are sort of acceptable, and sunflower seeds are yummy. But big giant grotesque sunflowers … they need to go.
Now.
Please?
Well that is because Sunflowers are the close relatives to Triffids of course.
It’s called lotusboob, and no matter what gory, twisted crap I’ve seen on the internet, none of it fazes me except for lotusboob. I’d give my left arm to be able to unsee it.
Besides that, I’ve always gotten a very uneasy feeling when movie or video game characters go through some type of trauma that should injure them a lot more than it did. I cite Tony Stark hitting the sand dune at about 200 mph in Iron Man and Lois Lane being nailed in the head with the heavy steel door of the sinking boat Superman Returns as examples.
You want creepily expressionless, try fly and mosquito eyes. Better yet, don’t. Bee and wasp faces don’t have quite that same blank hideousness - not even dragonflies do, really.
If sunflowers equate to a value of 10 for SecretPanda, fly eyes are about 500 on the same scale.
The inflated flappy arm things they use at car dealerships that are ostensibly to attract attention, but they freak me out so much I will never, ever give my business to a store or company that has one. The way they move is just SICK and WRONG.
shudder
I was going to say something similar. I don’t mind people just being drunk and happy or drunk and slurring their words and stumbling about. What freaks me out are people who, when they are drunk, are energized to the point of violence. I’m just not into volatility.
Ugh!! I’m currently curled up in the fetal position nursing a double scotch on the rocks!!
Thanks for that. I’m gonna have to go back to therapy now!!
The South Park episode featuring Britney Spears after they shot the top half of her head off. The stump of her head with its broken jaw kept talking. It was freaking disgusting and I can’t get it out of my head for days after I see it.
Centipedes freak me the hell out, too. They’re so fast! Yuck. Shudder Blech.
Oh, and the thought of drinking milk freaks me out. When I was little, my mom used to make us drink milk out of these glasses with ET on the front. I always thought ET looked like a walking, talking lump of overcooked red meat, but mom had it in her head that ET was my favorite character for some reason. I didn’t want to disappoint her because she was trying really hard to be nice to me, so I acted like I was thrilled when she got me one of those glasses from McDonald’s. Apparently I was too convincing, so I was forced to drink milk out of this ET glass for at least two years - it was like drinking out of a meat bowl, especially if the milk was warm.
I absolutely do not eat sandwiches from Starbucks or Seattle’s Bests. I basically only eat sandwiches I make myself or sandwiches that are made in front of me. I honestly don’t know why I have such a problem with pre-made sandwiches. I’ve never had a bad experience with one, and I like to think that I’m not insane. For whatever reason, I just have very specific rules about the sandwiches I can eat.
Oh and I hate watching basketball players chew their towels. My sister is in the habit of chewing on her t-shirt collar when she’s thinking and it makes my teeth itch and sends chills down my spine.
People putting my name into song lyrics that don’t normally contain my name. I have no idea why I can’t stand this.
Antique black and white photo portraits. When I look at them I think “Dead people! These are all dead people! DEAD PEOPLE!” And I don’t mean the post-mortem photos from the turn of the century, I mean the regular, everyone is alive, wearing their Sunday best, posing for the photographer portraits.
Gah! My family photos from the 1890s make me shudder. I think it’s because back then everyone looked so serious and somber rather than doing the smiley “Cheese!” thing.
Black and white wedding photo of my smiling grandparents circa 1934 = not creepy.
Black and white “serious” great grandparents’ wedding portrait, irca 1898 = DEAD PEOPLE! DEEAAAAAAD PEOPLE!!! :eek: :eek: :eek:
I used to date a girl who was afraid of blue people. Smurfs, Blue Man Group, whatever. If they were humanoid and blue, she was terrified. (I couldn’t see Monsters Inc. with her because Sulley was “too human… and BLUE!” but Cookie Monster is okay.)
We don’t have cable, so I haven’t seen that show in ages. Our new TV has an HDTV tuner so we get more channels through the bunny ears now. That woman scares the shit out of me too, but I totally know why: her face is so Botoxed, it doesn’t move. She can’t frown (we think that’s why they’ve been hiding her forehead with hair) and she looks like she can barely smile. So she looks like a talking deathmask or something. Her voice is trying to be all emotive but her face is expressionless. :eek:
Ladies (guys too), for the love of Jeebus, DON’T freeze your faces with that shit.!
These things? I didn’t know they existed for real.
A google image search tells me they are called Inflatable Sky Dancers, but I think they should be called Freaky Arm Things.
Family guy named them “wacky waiving inflatable arm flailing tube men”.
Benicio del Toro
::whimper::
I don’t understand why he’s a sex symbol. I just don’t understand.
Fan art and photo manipulations of celebrities. I saw a piece of fan art today of Barack Obama and Rahm Emanuel holding hands romantically and…I…really wish I hadn’t. Ew, creepy.
Me too. Hot, toasted sandwiches are fine. Just perfectly normal food.
Cold sandwiches are fine if I make them myself. Also perfectly normal food.
But let them out of my sight for more than an hour or so? Put them in a baggie and pack them for lunch? What was once perfectly normal food is transmuted into inedible creepiness.
Don’t even get me started on other people’s sandwiches. Or sandwiches on soft white bread. Or (shudder) the sugar and butter sandwiches that one of my kindergarten classmates used to bring to school…
I’m sure I’ll be sorry, but, again, I can’t help myself…can we see?
It’s a post in a friends-locked Livejournal community, but I’ll PM you with the info. (Anybody else who’d like to see this can PM me, as well. :))