I want ghosts to be real, but I have no real evidence. In fact, when my father was dying, I told him that he would have to come back to haunt me after he died, so I would have proof of ghosts. But, here it is 7 years later and he hasn't haunted me yet. What do you think of Ouija boards?

DB: Ouija boards are hilarious. A group of drunk people get together, ask silly questions, and nervously guide the plastic pointy thing to yes or no. I've done it several times and it always moves, cuz some drunk person wants it to move to freak everyone out. And that was usually me.

Both of my older nieces idolize Sylvia Brown. I don't know her, nor do I care to know psychics or psychos like her. I think now that my nieces might be a bit touched. When my mom died I swear she came back as a duck and quacked at me when I walked by on the path... I realized that I was just a bit buzzed.

LOL that quick flash of Miss Piggy actually scared me! I wasn't expecting it. I've seen this lady around for a while. Along with some other guy, who's pretty famous. I can't believe how many people actually follow this stuff, religously. Some being people who are friends of mine! I do believe people may have a psychic ability. But the genuine ones are modest and keep it private.

I had a friend who had a theory about the time-space continuum and how when people see "ghosts" they're really looking through a portal the present time and space and some past time and space.

It made sense at the time. And I don't think I was drunk, or even high.

Wow. I must've been high when I typed that first sentence. It should say, " ... they're really looking through a portal in the present time and space to one in some past time and space."

Gotta lay off the Cheerwine.

I met Sylvia Brown several years ago in the food court at Pentagon City. I recognized her from TV and said hello and shook her hand. I assume if she saw something terrible she would have said so..the meeting may have lasted a minute.

HMMM...I guess that story is a little tragic!

I am not sure what I believe on this subject....I walk by the gypsys on 17th street all the time but I like to watch physic detectives on Court TV.

What a bunch of disbeliever haters!! I think she is hilarious and who cares if she's a quack...

Ghosts are sooo real. Didn't you see that movie with Patrick Swayze and Whoopi Goldberg? I rest my case. "I'm Henry the VIII I am, I am ..."

I think you will be haunting Jake Dakota until the next muscle bear comes along.

I do believe in ghosts and something else out there but as usual I can't prove it so why argue. But this lady is silly. She's even getting publicity here in England, I mean Australia. Making the spirit world a financial commodity is tasteless, and people like her and John Edwards make me mad. I mean, it's really, to me, the individual that decides to believe in ghosts and UFO's and the whatever next world.

As for Kurt Cobain, like Princess Di, there are always people slagging them off, but frankly Kurt, drugged or whatever issues he had, made great records, so bring along Kurt if you are going to haunt, but no watching going to the bathroom or I will call Gay Ghost Busters. Imagine - you, Jake and Kurt forming a gay grunge band - Cum As You Are, Smells Like Gay Jockstrap, Heart Shaped Pubes, Don't Breed, - that's something I would like to see.

I don't believe in ghosts or psychics or any similar crap. I do believe in The Power of Penis though.

Once I knew a guy called Casper...does that count?

Montel Williams is still on TV????

Sometimes a lazy eye will give you that "I see dead people" look.

I do not believe in ghosts, the undead, or psionic abilities. I may play Dungeons and Dragons, but I'm keenly aware that it's fantasy.

Your animated .gif is awesome - the timing on the frame changes is perfect.

Please pass my name along to any other jockstrap-snapping ghosts you know. Thanks.

I believe that she gets her powers from her scary-ass titty pink fake nails, every time she talks to some dead person about how they were killed by the cat sleeping on their face she's chewing on one of her nails......... Not that I watch her.

Weird. I just *knew* you were going to put up this post.

A good friend once dragged me to the Philly suburbs to see his psychic, Kamala Shirley. After she told her teenage son to fix himself a sandwich, she took me to the basement of her home and read my cards. She got the musician thing right off the bat, but totally spaced on the personal stuff. Said she saw a woman with long brunette hair in my romantic future. I wanted to ask her to picture the person without pants, to make sure she wasn't a nearsighted psychic.

Well, I'm no expert, being, you know, alive and everything, but I don't think you can just go out and be a ghost. I mean I think there is some kind of approval process or certain qualifications you have to have. Ghosts, what I can discern of it, have to either, A. have died a horrible and untimely death that they're really REALLY mad about, or B. you have to have been extremely eccentric, preferable in possession of a mansion that you personally designed, of which you can pester and kill or whatever the proceeding residents of. Or just snap their jockstraps-- your choice. I think you might be able to sign on with an American Indian tribe who's burial ground was built on by a suburban area if you don't qualify under A or B. Those ones that talk to the psychics are just spirits. Not really ghosts in my opinion because they just show up when summoned and don't go around haunting people.

I'm thinking of joining the Psychic Friends Network, cause I am just a little bit psychic. I've had two dreams that played out right the next day. In the first, a friend told me she was three weeks pregnant in the dream...and when I asked her in real life, she was. In the second, a friend whom I haven't spoken to in years told me he was getting a divorce. In reality, I got a call from him the next day, telling me he had moved out of the house and had to take his wife to court.

Wierd..freaky...Dionne Warwickish

the subliminal piggy pic sent me into an uncontrollable laughing fit: tears streaming down my face, couldn't breathe, abdominals sore. i couldn't even finish reading the blog entry. you tickled my piggy bone good! i'm scared to go back to the main page for fear of laughing again... don't want my neighbors calling to complaining that i'm having loud piggy sex again. [oops, did i let that slip?]