blatherskite_nose_picking_discussion andru235 well, how about it? it's time we all chatted. frequency: sporadic, hourly, or an orgy before bed? pinky or forefinger? who, if anyone, uses the thumb? ever used a toe? ever dab a little essential oil on your finger before commencing (for the_sophisticated_nose_picker)? ever pick both nostrils at once? do you retain your nosehair, or trim it? does this affect your nose picking life? nosepicking accessories? feelings on q-tips? ever been caught picking your nose ... and liked it? any exhibitionists among us? booger disposal methodology? ever picked someone else's nose? while they picked yours, simultaneously? any nose picking fetishists here at blue? certain foods that lead to heightened booger yields? thoughts on why boorish men fart, belch, and puke publically, but seldom (directly) pick their noses? tips on discretion? nose picking styles outside of the english-speaking world? music preferences for nose picking sessions? what is your first nose picking memory? 051129 ... Wasandru C'mon people! 061130 ... ever dumbening it's like they say: 90% of people pee in their wetsuits 10% of people say they don't 061201 ... ever dumbening oh, and not to say that i don't partake, but one of my favorite picks is the hands-free pick. some people call it blowing their nose, but i'm talking about a very specific event. you know when you've got a boog that breaks free from the sides and flaps like a heart valve high up the canal, in breath out breath. often they're just out of reach. and since they're behaving like said valve, partially blocking the air flow, if you take a nice deep breath and then let fly, you can get a nice little sound and quality launch happening. so, technically, it's not a pick, but it's a related field. 061201 ... ever dumbening i used to have a cat named booger (cf.). 061201 ... bridgets cousin when i was a kid, my cousin bridget told us she only wipes her boogers on 1) trees 2) sidewalks and 3) the bottom of her shoe conscientious booger picker, she was. 061201 ... Doar ah...but my upbringing was more relaxed. And yet I still chose the polite way of disposing of boogers. I'd either flick them off the tip of the thumb, in a direction that wouldn't hit anyone close, or I'd search for the nearest kleenex or hanky to deposit said mining exploits. Sadly to this day, I still harbour these same booger related hinderances. . 061201 ... Ouroboros snot became my trigger point when i was meditating- i would be stepping, one foot at a time, patience running thin, maybe i would start crying from frustration or maybe some cat dander would waft by, and then the snot would come, right nostril then left, slowly, maddeningly slowly drip down out of my nose, on the upper lip, tickling and making me want to scream and shake. after a while (more so the day i knew it was time to go), i would just stop, wipe, and continue on shamelessly. 061202 ... starboy i come to blather as a spiritual experience. actual conversation is generally meaningless to me. making a personal connection with any of you, even if for but a moment, would kill any insight or guidance you might later give me. i will have defined your character in relation to me and than justified that while your opinion and response is reasonable, maybe even wise, it came from you. and oooh man, i don't think we'll be getting along anytime soon. my narrow minded view won't let me accept good advice from a decidedly bad source. if only you came from somewhere far far away (maybe another planet?) and developed a mode of thought different from anything even remotely human that took life, the universe and everything in a different light, than maybe we could be flat mates. but probably not, because you wouldn't view our living arrangements the same. or maybe you would? what do you think? what would you think? you might respond in a clever way, and i might even like it. we would be the best of friends and far away. like phantoms that sulk into each others lives and leave tiny bits of paint on each others shoes. oh so pretty and oh so queer our love would be. alien you and alien me. the thing is, i hate people. i don't want to, but i do. i love them beyond measure, but i hate them. the more we talk, the more people you will seem to me. our communication will be completely normal and i might not even notice how much i hate you, but i will. you will be the reason i am alive, my point of being. i will actually have genuine emotion for you, and i hate that too. i will recognize my feelings for you, and i will immediately start hating you because of it. the more i felt for you, the more i'll hate you. but hating you will be a genuine emotion, far worse than loving you, and i will hate that. the way to fight hate is not with love, but with apathy. the grey lines and cracks that run from the walls will find their safety with you. you will have them and i will be alone again. and i hate that too. no no, it is far better that we simply never communicate beyond a vague fashion. you will remain perfect forever, an indifferent voice from a distant star telling me of things that may or may not be. a god with immeasurable power. your words are carved into stone to be interpreted as i can at the moment i do. i am sorry, my friends (and a dear friend i do indeed consider you, for you have never proven yourself anything but), but despite the connection i feel that we have, i do not think we should actually connect. you are the electric current powering my 12 foot organic monitor, and i fear that a touch may be of fatal consequence. and even if it didn't kill me, since chances are it won't, i don't actually want to spend the effort of feeeling anything about you at all. do me this liberty and be my ghost. i've been waiting my entire life to see you. i'm sorry this is such a drawn out sentiment, but i'll try to sum it up in a portable phrase: if you love something, give it away. 061203 ... Manny O. War so, starboy, are you saying you want to give us your boogers. so say so, man. 061203 ... starboy damn you fleshy blood sack! my boogies are yours. 061204 ... sameolme You can pick your friends... 061204 ... sameolme and you can pick your nose... 061204 ... sameolme BUT 061204 ... P the D It's always best to pick your friend's nose? Is that it, Sameoleme? 061204 ... sameolme Friends don't let friends perform autodigitalprobiscahygenics. 061205 ... oren I pick daily. There, I_said_it. 080726 ... unhinged daily use of the neti_pot solves the problem of needing to pick; washes it all out before it hardens. when i was a kid, i was fascinated by picking my nose as most kids are until they get yelled at one too many times. but i am still amazed at the amount of people i see picking their nose as they drive by when i'm standing at the busstop. after all, breathing is important. no health ailment annoys me more than a stuffy nose. 080726 what's it to you? who go blather from