When I'm not swamping forums with typoholic bloviational symbolic tidal waves, I'm out in the real world having real philosophical experiences.

A few days ago I came with an inch of getting bit by a rattlesnake. I was foolishly violating my own rules and exploring some deep bush where it was difficult to see the ground. It was very wild, and I was loving it, but, um...

As I was making my way through the bush I suddenly heard a rattling at my feet. If you held your arm out away from your body and dropped something from your hand, about there. I instantly leapt in to the air like a comic book super hero, going about 10 feet up in air and 10 yards down range, where I landed on one toe and then repeated the superhero leap. :smile: My body's intelligence was trying to make up for my retarded brain.

Once at a safe distance I turned to view the snake who was coiled up in strike pose and rattling like mad. I thanked him for not biting me. I yelled at myself for being an idiot. And then very carefully made my way to open ground.

Had I been bit I'd probably still be there in the deep bush, and after a time perhaps you'd be wondering, whatever happened to that Jake Blowhard guy? Maybe some buzzards are ripping his eyes out of his head and munching them down for lunch? Burp! Maybe the coyotes have dragged his ripped apart carcass deeper in to the bush towards their den? Maybe all the little creatures of the forest are coming to have their taste before the microbes finally strip every last drop of organic matter from the skeleton?

Maybe the skeleton of Jake Blowhard is being covered with leaves, and before he finally sinks in to the ground for the last time he's looking up at the sky and fantasy thinking to himself, "Crap, I ain't doing that again!"

But wait....

What's at the end of this tunnel thing??? Damn it's bright in here, why didn't I bring my sunglasses?