I have been known to say that the very word «networking» has the same visceral effect on me as
the sound of fingernails dragging slowly down a blackboard.
Why is
the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard so painful?
Not exact matches
I am a Christian because
of the sacraments, which Kerlin describes as «faith under our
fingernails,» and where Jes says «abundant life is not only personal, but communal,» experienced in bread, wine, water, words, touch,
sound, and smell.
Symptoms include lethargy, weight gain, loss
of the outer third
of the eyebrows, dry skin, dry strawlike hair that tangles easily, thin / brittle
fingernails, fluid retention, high cholesterol, constipation, decreased sweating, cold hands and feet, cold sensitivity (i.e., skiing in Vail
sounds miserable but a trip to Hawaii is just right).
The
sound of chains dragging on a floor, the sight
of fingernails scraping against splintered wood are hard to take, however beautifully these elements are executed; by this point, I started to wonder whether, for all its grace, The Eyes
of My Mother is really that different from the brutish likes
of, say, Martyrs (Pascal Laugier, 2008; remade by Kevin and Michael Goetz, 2015).
SOUND DESIGN: A fascinating documentary narrated by
sound designer Gary Rydstrom, who reveals the secrets
of the
sound effects in A Bug's Life as things as diverse as raw crab crackling,
fingernails on a chalkboard, flapping 35 mm ends on reels, kazoos, blowing on playing cards, and on and on.
I'm not afraid to get some dirt under my
fingernails and enjoy the
sound and smell
of gas and diesel in the morning.
But I've said it before and I'll say it again, Xbox and Playstation need a feature that allows us to filter out under 18s / 16s / anyone who carries the voice
of fingernails scratching across a chalkboard, or
sounds like they just left their mothers womb.
For me, this
sounds like my clients have taken their
fingernails to a chalkboard and are scratching with all
of their might.