Would you believe? Post something about yourself.
I am terribly far sighted.
i truly beleave that voting ballots should have a box to check stating i do not want any candidate to fill the postion. Then they might start representing us and seeing our viewpoints
Ha! yes, You can actually write yourself in or anyone. :)
I think the government is blind at this stage though.
voter revolution might be a positive thing. be kind i am a neewbie:) :)
nice first post pigpen.
i have a bigger ego than anyone else.
very newbie.....The reason we have representatives is because two hundred years ago we all couldn't go to washington to voice our opinions or vote. Now we have the internet...so why do we need them? Couldn't we repersent ourselves now, instantly?
I'm easy to recognize in a crowd, and people rarely forget my name. I don't really know why, as it's fairly common.
Ha! yes, You can actually write yourself in or anyone. :)
That wouldn't help. For it to work, if "none of the above" won, that would have to by law trigger a new election with current candidates disqualified. Otherwise, the guy you wouldn't vote for just wins with fewer votes.
Something about myself.... I'm an Eagle Scout from Troop 666.
voter revolution might be a positive thing. be kind i am a neewbie:) :)
I am a newbie myself. Although soiled somewhat I can only be nice.
Welcome pigpin! :D
I got to scamoose off to work.....again.
That wouldn't help. For it to work, if "none of the above" won, that would have to by law trigger a new election with current candidates disqualified. Otherwise, the guy you wouldn't vote for just wins with fewer votes.
Something about myself.... I'm an Eagle Scout from Troop 666.
true * sigh *
newbie too (pretty much).
subject- something about myself?
i am practically a giant.
congress is a perfect example of a dysfunctional unit..we need to get legislative viagra to them
congress is the opposite of progress
Im new here...
... and I love my job?
don't vote.... it just encourages them.....
would you believe i spent over 2 monthes underwater with out seeing the sun? Had to work on the tan after that:lol:
would you believe i spent over 2 monthes underwater with out seeing the sun? Had to work on the tan after that:lol:
doing what?
submarine service.. spying and dropping of seals
ahhhh....a bubblehead. cool.
I'm enjoying wearing pants today. Yesterday I didn't. The day before that I got fired for I.M. ing at work.
IM is required where I work.
IM is required where I work.
I was the Chef at a Hospital....I was bad. I have no job now. Mean Hospital. Meanies. They're quite serious about productivity appearently
And I thought I wuz an attention whore!!!
Of course. Quantity > Quality.
I was the Chef at a Hospital....I was bad. I have no job now. Mean Hospital. Meanies. They're quite serious about productivity appearently
Oh, and I type with only eight fingers.
Califuckingfornia? You don't know you're born
you come over here mate, and check out our climate.
we only use two fingers 'cos of of the webs between them....
I can shut down a company .
i'm 32 and getting braces. woohoo!
I'm going on a vacation. Some place warm and beautiful.
I have a purple living room. It's beautiful!
AND (two for one!) I think I'm making a HUGE mistake by being an English major! I don't know what I want to do, but writing a thesis statement for "Dulce Et Decorum Est" is NOT it! Feels like :reaper:
I hate what unions have done to American education and should probably organize the teachers and aides at my school.
I have lived in 4 different countries in 10 years even though I don't remember most of the first two.
I suck at strategy-based computer games.
Come to think of it, neither have I. I also have not seen Old Yeller. Or Gone with the Wind.
I won a car on MTV's Remote Control in 1989.
I probably watched you.
P.S., the time remaining on the posted too fast notice is very cool.
I am in a state of terror over my coming move.
I go through my family's photo albums and secretly remove any unflattering ones of myself. (in other words, there are no pictures of me in their photo albums)
Come to think of it, neither have I. I also have not seen Old Yeller. Or Gone with the Wind.
Wolf.... tsk tsk... you really are going to have to make a trip up here to watch some movies!
I see a LOT of movies. But not those.
I slept with Sting...well we didn't actually get any sleep. ;)
Farsighted is not always helpful. I funded a company and built a product that was three years too early for the market. I eventually sold the company when the market finally developed. It was painful to be right too early.
I have never seen Bambi.
i have some
bad news for
you, i'm afraid.
I slept with Sting...well we didn't actually get any sleep. ;)
That beats my story of having a few beers with Phil Villapiano.
I bought Billy Joel a drink once.
I saw a man dive off of a 5 story parking lot and hit the street. I had seen the man walk toward the parking garage as I stopped for him to pass in front of me in the sidewalk.
I later had to go identify the body in the street and go up to the roof with the police and identify his jacket that he placed on a vehicle. (They were trying to rule out foul play)
The body was in normal looking condition except for buckets of blood flowing toward the gutter from his head.
We went to a bar afterwards so I could get a drink or two to try and get the image out of my mind. I sat to play Donkey Kong...when the ape fell off the top and hit the bottom I nearly tossed my cookies all over the place.
I could never be a cop or detective or anything along the line of broken bodies.
The image was disturbing to me for quite some time there after.
The most bothersome was that when the man passed in front of my vehicle I remember thinking how dirty and low class he looked. When I saw him lying there dead I realized he was a Native American and had most likely walked from the reservation up the road. The police said he smelled of alcohol. I felt a lowlife for thinking poorly of this man. He obviously had so much going on in his head. So much so he could no longer handle what ever it was that life had handed him.
I was shit in my own eyes :(
That's usually all we have to go on, Chey. There are too many people to know them all. Most we just see, maybe overhear a few words but usually just get a glimpse. Often not even long enough to read body language.
Don't feel bad for being judgmental. It's an inherited trait, trying to size this guy up. It's a defense mechanism passed down for millennia. Someone approaching? Quickly, do you know them? No. Are they friend or foe? Don't know. Start sorting quickly identifiable clues, How their dressed, what they might be carrying, yada yada yada.
You're alive because your line survived. Probably because they were good at sorting out friends and foes. You come by it honestly.
When you see the things you saw today and it doesn't bother you....then you've really got something to worry about. :)
A favorite antecdote I like to say to people is this: Sometimes things happen. They're nobody's fault. They just happen.
I had a similar type experience.
A little guilt is probably a normal reaction. Don't be too harsh on yourself, Cheyenne. You can't help what you think. Nor should you.
I like what you guys said, xoB & ffh.
Sometimes I am pleasantly surprised that someone is more interesting than their appearance. And sometimes I am disappointed in someone that looks a lot better than they turn out to be.
I don't believe "Everything happens for a reason". When there are millions of people going around, some things happen for no reason at all.
Farsighted is not always helpful. I funded a company and built a product that was three years too early for the market. I eventually sold the company when the market finally developed. It was painful to be right too early.
haha! Not that kind of farsighted! but I see what you mean.Too bad for your business RockSteady I feel for you but I still admire that ability. If I had it I'd be well off by now.
In high school I wanted a red pair of sneakers but I am not brave and too mild to be too much out of the norm and since I have an 'apple pie' look I never would go there plus I never saw that color then. What do ya know? NOW days there are red sneakers all over the place. I still won't wear them.
I meant I am getting my new reading glasses when I get my big pay check. Close up reading is blurry.The screen is not to clear. I have to ctrl + all the time. My new glasses will be these cool little tinted lenzes. I can't wait :)
Would you believe that I am a tweaker magnet?
Crazy people are drawn to me. They'll wade through a crowd to tell me about their mission or whatever they're presently tweaking about.
Also, people tend to walk by me in crowds( meaning, when a line of people is moving through a large, still body of people, that line typically goes by right in front or next to me), like i'm a good frame of reference because i'm tall, or something.
Would you believe that I am a tweaker magnet?
Crazy people are drawn to me. They'll wade through a crowd to tell me about their mission or whatever they're presently tweaking about.
Also, people tend to walk by me in crowds( meaning, when a line of people is moving through a large, still body of people, that line typically goes by right in front or next to me), like i'm a good frame of reference because i'm tall, or something.
You have to learn the eyes glazed over thing for the tweakeer magnet.
(thus tinted lenzes)
That's just too funny about the second thing. Maybe I'll give up my childhood wish of wanting to be tall after all.
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I love to plant flowers and dig in the dirt. I've only just learned how to cook moderatly well this year from my good buddy Shawn.
haha! I knew you were going to do that.
editing to give you something I was tweaking on yesterday.
http://www.stargazersrealm.com/MAIN/funnies/wishcomputerhad.html
sort of a peace offering or something. Some guy geek thing.
Damn... LJ's posts are funny.
Thanks bruce and far for your input.
It was many years ago and the sting has faded. Although I do try and work on being too judgemental. As we look at the surface we may judge those around us, we never really know another until we have seen life from their eyes.
I do know what you are saying though. :)
That beats my story of having a few beers with Phil Villapiano.
That's interesting! I made a TV commercial with him back in the late 70's. We filmed it in the park at Oakland and he let me wear his Super Bowl ring. Biggest honkin' diamond I have ever seen. He was a really NICE person, so different from the way many people thought of the Raiders.
Would you believe I have never played a video game in my life and would not even know how to hold those control thingeys?
... He was a really NICE person, so different from the way many people thought of the Raiders. ...
That is true. Phil's quite the party animal and is quite gregarious. He just likes people. Great guy. In December 2003 he was flying from his NJ home to Monterey, CA to be in a celebrity golf tourney. He sat next to me on the plane from Chicago to San Jose, knocked back four Heniekens in about 50 minutes. He invited me to go with him for margaritas in Mountain View, but I couldn't make it.
I stayed in a Holiday Inn express last night........
I lived in a Buddhist monastery for a year.
I lived in a Buddhist monastery for a year.
really?? How interesting. Tell us a little about it please??
I stayed in a Holiday Inn express last night
EXPRESS? like they make you sleep in your clothes and???
How much more express can a motel be with an 8 hour sleep window tops?
holiday in express is "Drive through sleeping"
:p
How much more express can a motel be with an 8 hour sleep window tops?
Like this
Hey, remeber the starship to Phlosten's Paradise in <i>
The Fifth Element</i>? They must have shot the supended animation sequence there:
I've done two parachute jumps and one bungee jump. My hair is purple, blue and red. And the stretchmarks on my belly bare an uncanny resemblance to a road map of Great Britain. If only such sightings were as cash-bearing as cornflakes which resemble the Virgin Mary. *sigh*
Some thing about my self hmmm.
I live
I work
I love
I smile
I laugh etc etc etc etc etc
just a typical girl living a typical life
(but with very large boobies)
Califuckingfornia?
State of mind, just like living in Denial :cool:
I'm up for Australia... when you buying my ticket?
i cant aford a ticket out (and don't have the energy to swim) if i wanted to leave let alone paying some one else to get here never seen another country so i cant imagine how the other half of the world lives
(but with very large boobies)
Oh, now why'd you have to go and say that?
Its gonna take us a full week to get 'Spode back in his box. :lol:
@maggie, those little capsules are amazing and those Japanese community baths. Common to see someone naked so that it isn't a big deal. Oh sometimes we westerners are so far behind. * sigh *
Booobies! Boooobies! Booooobbbiiieeeeeessssssss!!!! - Pant, pant, pant...
see what I mean, you guys are all over it.
although I had forgotten about Dee's post. I was into my own little head trip there.
sorry....carry on,
* cheeky grin*
I am but a simple admirer of the profound grace and beauty of the feminine form. Surely there is no greater proof of divinity in the Universe than the majestic and graceful subtlety of this, the most perfect of all creations.
Now that I've demonstrated the width and breadth of my feelings about all things female in these two diverse, yet related posts, I can begin to plot how I shall request a photo of our new Cellarite as proof of her provocative statement regarding the displacement of said mammary appendages. :)
Booobies! Boooobies! Booooobbbiiieeeeeessssssss!!!! - Pant, pant, pant...
another stevie ;)
Mr. chainsaw and I own a dogwalking/pet sitting service.
And, I saw a guy get shot in the face when I was in high school.
I was walking to lunch one day, and a guy on a bicycle got hit by a pickup truck. It ran over his head, killing him instantly. Seeing this, I didn't feel anything -- not revulsion, not sadness, not fear. Just kind of blank. That worried me for quite awhile. I thought people were supposed to get hysterical when someone died unexpectedly right in front of them.
I got an e-mail at work a few years ago, saying that the cops in the alley would be there for a few hours while they finished conducting their investigation. And that the body parts of the person who jumped off the 12 story roof would have to lay there on the concrete in the alley until they were done.
You could almost hear a stampede as everyone in the building ran to look out the windows that overlooked the alley. It dismayed me that so many people viewed it as entertainment. I needed to visit all of the rooms in my department to do some sort of inventory, and I made a point of not looking out the window at the mess out there. Later in the day, a secretary that sat just outside my office made several phone calls to all her friends to tell them about it, and what she saw, and that it really didn't bother her. Really. It didn't. She later called her daughter and sobbed over the phone.
I was pretty sad that day. The idea that someone had such a bad life that they saw no hope. That they got nothing enjoyable out of life. It was just sad.
That's when I realized how selfish it is to do something like that. This jerk who jumped off the building left an almost visible aura of negative vibes around our building for a week or so. It impacted the lives of hundreds of strangers. Not a lot, but it brought everyone down. It made me feel bad for him, but also angry.
chainsaw- did you go into shock like mrnoodle?
mrnoodle- I am sure we all go into shock when things like that happen. That safe numb place that allows people in places like Iraq and Ireland to carry on.
glatt, that is so much like me. The way I think and carry on.
Anything I have to spell in shaving cream is spelled correctly :P
( for first graders )
The only other blog forum I participate in is DiviantArt.
I dont understand the fascination with Boobs?
They get in the way when they are any bigger than a B cup, they bounce uncomfortably when you run.
The only good thing is the reaction like Elspode :D makes getting things done very easy.
I belong to stumbleupon too. I don't know what to call it.
It's not like a community. It's more like a hiway. A bunch of people passing by your page and you them.
Anyone that has firefox should get it. I find the neatest pictures this way.
http://ski-do.stumbleupon.com/I don't need an extension to find cool pictures. I have xoxoxoBruce for that. He rules.
xoxoxoBruce is definitely the king of cool pics :D
I bought Billy Joel a drink once.
like he needed it. . . .:neutral:
I have always been a rediculous tom boy... but I was a cheerleader when I was 4
I dont understand the fascination with Boobs?
They get in the way when they are any bigger than a B cup, they bounce uncomfortably when you run.
The only good thing is the reaction like Elspode :D makes getting things done very easy.
But, we don't have to wear them... we just get to play with them and watch them bounce. :p
I have led a very interesting and varied life. (I am a real FL Cracker, few know what that means.)
However, the interesting thing for now is that I live in constant chronic pain and am ok with it; though I really dislike the pity it generates in others.
I love that muppet
Whew... for a moment I thought that was boobs. :lol:
Boobs are also very accurate arousal level indicators.
I bet really short people like them less than your avg. person....or maybe not. I sense a poll coming.
short people like them less? the boobs or the muppets cap'n?:p
oh and IF I ever say , 'I like that boob' I'm probably talking about a person. Say.....
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umm I want a new camera someday. Like drooling kind of want. I think vices are the only thing we can really own in this life.
Whew... for a moment I thought that was boobs. :lol:
Boobs are also very accurate arousal level indicators.
I bet really short people like them less than your avg. person....or maybe not. I sense a poll coming.
C'mon 3 foot, spit it out....say what's on your mind....don't be chicken. ;)
Whew... for a moment I thought that was boobs. :lol:
Boobs are also very accurate arousal level indicators.
I bet really short people like them less than your avg. person....or maybe not. I sense a poll coming.
I don't understand the short part.
arousal indicator? Are you sure about that?
I thought I was just cold :P
something you may not know about me = I'm a tired old broad.
at least today I am.
C'mon 3 foot, spit it out....say what's on your mind....don't be chicken. ;)
That's wacked. Where did my post go? It took me a while to remember what I had typed too.
I think it was something along the lines of
"I bet really short people like them less than your avg. person....or maybe not. I sense a poll coming."
9 out of 10 nursing infants (short people) agree that boobs are what it's all about. i.e. they like them a whole lot more than your taller, average person.
:yum:
I call into question the credibility of those who attack my sincerity.
I ALLWAYS wear 2 pairs of socks ( when I where socks that is )
I have two tattoos that my dad got for me for christmas presents when I was 16 and 17.
I live on the Nile and in denile. I move back to lovely Montana soon to raft in rivers that you can swim in and not get infected with mystery goobs. I also just learned that of a university test of a bunch of 50 piaster notes (2 cents US) that 100% of them were infected with streptococcus... I pretend I like it here.
I ALLWAYS wear 2 pairs of socks ( when I where socks that is )
I always need to read zippy's posts 3 or 4 times to figure out if I'm missing some fine point or not.:3_eyes:
I dont understand the fascination with Boobs?
Me either, DN. They are just more to wash.
Me either, DN. They are just more to wash.
Reminds me of O'Reilly and falafels
I have just 2 exams left! roll on being almost qualified in someting I actually like :)
I'm getting married in two years this july.
:love: :biglaugha :jig: :speechls:
I'm very combative, but I've never been in a fight.
Kicked a guy in the shin, though. Once.
I stood in the bushes outside the Pro Football Hall of fame to get patted on the head by Richard Nixon when I was 4.
I call into question the credibility of those who attack my sincerity.
Are you refering to a sincere predilection for boobs, or just general sincerity?
I am a pacifist who gets too many urges to hurt people for little reason.
...what?
I always need to read zippy's posts 3 or 4 times to figure out if I'm missing some fine point or not.
Whats to understand , I am on my feet a LOT in steel toed boots , the extra padding helps ( a trick I learned in the USMC when haveing to walk 20+ miles with FULL combat load )
I stood in the bushes outside the Pro Football Hall of fame to get patted on the head by Richard Nixon when I was 4.
Ah, 4..... perfect height to give hit a shot in the nuts. Missed opportunities. :(
I just passed my Basic 5 figure skating badge.
I'm ruder than I used to be.
First thing in the morning I can get out of bed, stand up and put my palms flat on the ground.
First thing in the morning I can get out of bed, stand up and put my palms flat on the ground.
Then you Bitch about how bad your back hurts all day long !!! ;)
Originally Posted by BigV
I call into question the credibility of those who attack my sincerity.
No you don't.
My brother and I burned a litter of kittens alive last week-end.
It sucked more than anything I've ever done. We finally got a good chance to burn a "burnpile" that's been accumulating on my property after being under a burn ban for months. One of the wild "outside" cats had a litter living in the pile of debris...only one came out.....it was horrible...by the time they made their presence known by one running out and the others awful meowing-screaming, it was just too late....
I think you meant to say "You don't really mean that, do you?"
To which I would have replied, "It would be better for all of us if you stuck to your medication schedule."
However, since I know you're kidding me, I won't. :)
I ate 13 pancakes and a full breakfast when I was three. (oh, I was a very small child, most thought I was too small for my pre-school)
I think you meant to say "You don't really mean that, do you?"
To which I would have replied, "It would be better for all of us if you stuck to your medication schedule."
However, since I know you're kidding me, I won't. :)
No you don't.
I got my conditional black belt last night.
Ouch. It hurts when I move. Anything.
I saw Karate Jesus last night.
I got my conditional black belt last night.
Ouch. It hurts when I move. Anything.
[fly on the wall]
OK Beestie, we'll give you your black belt on ONE CONDITION:
(multiple choice)
a) You promise to do all your chores before logging on to the cellar
b) You agree to stop teasing your sister
c) You only use your powers for evil and not good
d) You refrain from saying "Hassan, CHOP!"
[/fly]
I got my conditional black belt last night.
Ouch. It hurts when I move. Anything.
"doctor it hurts when i do this" "well then don't do this" :p
take a long hot bath :)
My brother and I burned a litter of kittens alive last week-end. It sucked more than anything I've ever done.
Holy shit! I'm sorry, BH. That must have been awful.
How's this for a first post? My son was involved in a robbery in which a 24y/o mother of 2 was stabbed to death. At first I adopted the theory, my son, right or wrong but over time I've seen no remorse and regret standing by him.
I'm beginning to like the burnig kitten story a lot more.
Welcome Newmanae. That is a dramatic entrance. I can't imagine how difficult that must be for you. I don't know what I'd do in your shoes.
How long ago was this?
It was 8 yrs ago, my sons been in jail since about 3 months after it happened, he turned 26 recently and will get out in 7 yrs.
I am a pacifist who gets too many urges to hurt people for little reason.
Pacifism is unnatural to the human condition. If you restrict your urges for violence you will one day explode in rage and climb to the top of the nearest belltower with a high powerered rifle.
...so it is important that you get yourself to the range so when you snap you can do some good.
Naw, people that go to the range regularly, seldom snap.:unsure:
I'm sitting in my office on Sunday evening with about a week's worth of work staring at me. For some reason I haven't been able to concentrate lately and I've let it pile up. I have to get it done by 8:30 in the morning and I'm STILL unable to get a good head of steam going.
I'm here, aren't I? I have no business surfing the net. I should be working.
It's really starting to play with my sanity. I have a good 8 hours of work to do. So now I'm going to start for real. Really.
After I get a burger. Dammit.
:chuckles:
Snap? That's why I play music. Metal is a great medium for venting, as long as you dont try to overangst it. A ballsy riff's a lot better than whiney, bitching lyrics.
I'm flattered.
You're cute, but I'm married.
On 9/11 I was sent home from the office because it was not only feared that general infrastructure might be targeted, but also because no one was getting anything done and management felt it better to just send everyone home to cope. After general confusion, several hours worth of news and making sure my friends in DC were safe, I went out with a group of people to grab a burger and a drink to get our minds off of what happened. Following that, I noticed something strange in all of the horror: since I knew everyone important to me was okay, everything took on the soft calm of a snow day and, for some moments, I kind of enjoyed it. No work, no traffic, no aircraft rumbling overhead on approach to TIA. Everything had been interrupted, everyone had gone home and it was quieter than Christmas morning.
I made a pot of tea, killed the TV, and curled up with a book. I feel guilty as hell for taking the time to enjoy it.
...so it is important that you get yourself to the range so when you snap you can do some good.
And make sure you're in a red state. :D
Everything had been interrupted, everyone had gone home and it was quieter than Christmas morning.
I made a pot of tea, killed the TV, and curled up with a book. I feel guilty as hell for taking the time to enjoy it.
Why guilty Kit , what could you have done ???
What you were experencing was the calm AFTER the storm .
On 9/11 I was sent home from the office . . . .
On 9/11 I worked my normal hours, as did my wife. Neither of us was doing anything super-critical, but we both had plenty normal stuff to do, unrelated to 9/11. We considered picking our daughter up early (she went to on-site after school care) but decided that in the absence of any new of possible attacks on Philadelphia, that the best thing to do was to maintain normal routine as much as possible.
When I got there to pick her up at 5:30ish, she was the only kid left in the whole school; everybody else had been picked up, most of them hours ago.
on 9/11 I went to work on a State truck scale , when I steped in the door , one of the state troopers looked at me and said " well , I bet your GLAD your name isn't AchMed !!"
When I got there to pick her up at 5:30ish, she was the only kid left in the whole school; everybody else had been picked up, most of them hours ago.
Only kid left in the whole school? Poor kid.
For me, I walked home from work at noon or so. Took a few hours, but it was a glorious Fall day, so it was actually pretty nice. Got home and left the TV off. Went to the playground with my wife and daughter. Enjoyed the nice fall day. No peace and quiet, though. Lots of fighter jets flying back and forth like angry hornets.
We were on vacation. Jim turned on the TV and woke me up... we watched the second tower get hit, watched for a little longer and then hit the beach. Didn't know what else to do...
I was doing some welding work for a friend of mind, one of the space cadets that worked for him came into shop and told me about it. My first thought was, this butthole has been watching war of the worlds. Later I went into office and saw on tv. Damn who'da have thought it was true.
First thing in the morning I can get out of bed, stand up and put my palms flat on the ground.
Careful now. That's exactly what I did, only in the garden over a period of 2 days :blush: "Hyper-extension" was what my doctor called it, and added that he had never seen anybody do that before (I've always been able to put both hands on the floor because I'm very short-waisted). Now I can't sit in a chair without severe pain, but it's supposed to gradually heal. Oh well, at least it wasn't the DVT again, that would have been much worse.
Careful now. That's exactly what I did, only in the garden over a period of 2 days :blush: "Hyper-extension" was what my doctor called it, and added that he had never seen anybody do that before (I've always been able to put both hands on the floor because I'm very short-waisted). Now I can't sit in a chair without severe pain, but it's supposed to gradually heal. Oh well, at least it wasn't the DVT again, that would have been much worse.
Two days!? Did someone bring you meals? Holy cats. I usually only do it when I've had a few beers and want to show off, therefore I doubt I could do it for two days. I just could't drink that much beer w/o feeling bloated.
9/11, going into work late. Had one shoe on when CBS morning show said a plane had hit the WTC and cut to a roof camera that was too far away to see anything clearly. Sat at my desk watching the bedroom TV... with one shoe on.... for the rest of the day. :(
Footsie, no, it wasn't like I slept in the yard in that position, it was a crash attempt to get all the weeds pulled and the bedding plants in the ground before the unusually cool weather ended. I thought it would not be as hard on my scoliosis if I bent straight down from the waist and shuffled along that way, and it actually did not cause me any back pain at all. But by the second day my left knee wouldn't bend and all the muscles in the back of my legs felt as if somebody had inserted white-hot spikes. Since only my knee was swollen, they decided it was not DVT, thank God, just me failing to realize that I am too old to do acrobatics anymore. My doctor said it hurt just to watch me demonstrate what I was doing to cause the problem, but I didn't know it was that unusual. This pain thing really sucks, though. It never goes away and if something touches against my leg the muscles go into spasms :thepain:
9/11 I was about to leave for work and turned on the TV right after the first plane had hit the tower and no one was sure what had really happened yet. Watched the 2nd one hit.
I was working at the big game processing place, and the boss (a Korean War-era vet) sent everyone to the gas station across the street and filled our vehicles. He was a little freaked out, as we all were, but he reverted to his military training and was taking care of his "troops". It was kind of touching. I remember he said, "Gas is going to go through the roof over this. I bet it hits $5.00 a gallon." It was maybe $1.65/gal then. He died earlier this year...I wonder if he knew how close he was to being right, albeit late?
I was on my way to work on 9/11. I was listening to NPR, and just before I went under an overpass, the preliminary news of the first tower was reported. I lost reception going under the overpass, and as I emerged, and reception returned, I saw a huge column of smoke from the direction of the Pentagon. It took a while for that to be confirmed on the radio, but I knew what had happened. I went to work as usual, and stayed the full time, but I'm not sure how much got done.
I can't ride a bicycle, never have done ... and neither can my partner.
On 9-11 I was sleeping, and would have slept through the whole thing if I hadn't gotten a phone call when the first tower was hit. Foxnews went on and didn't get turned off until I headed for work around 1500 or so. The TV was on at work, but we didn't pay much attention to it.
I was trying to figure out what the CISM response would be and if I would go ... (my employer put the kibosh on that one. I wasn't allowed the time off).
I live next to a small civilian airport. It was a little strange to have nothing flying. I don't even remember the medevac choppers in the air for those couple days.
I can walk through all the doorways in our house without stooping. But I can bump my head on all the doorframe lintels by rising onto the balls of my feet.
That's interesting achitecture Big V.
Chocolate isn't my favorite thing to eat.
Footsie, no, it wasn't like I slept in the yard in that position, it was a crash attempt to get all the weeds pulled and the bedding plants in the ground before the unusually cool weather ended. I thought it would not be as hard on my scoliosis if I bent straight down from the waist and shuffled along that way, and it actually did not cause me any back pain at all. But by the second day my left knee wouldn't bend and all the muscles in the back of my legs felt as if somebody had inserted white-hot spikes. Since only my knee was swollen, they decided it was not DVT, thank God, just me failing to realize that I am too old to do acrobatics anymore. My doctor said it hurt just to watch me demonstrate what I was doing to cause the problem, but I didn't know it was that unusual. This pain thing really sucks, though. It never goes away and if something touches against my leg the muscles go into spasms :thepain:
Ouch. the whole thing sounds painful. I want you to buy one of those weed flamers, k? You can pretty much singe them while standing straight up. I admire your determination, if you weren't so crippled over this I'd invite you to visit and duke it out with my weeds.
:D
I gave up on the Tylenol and took a Vicodin last night. Whee, that's more like it :3eye:
Flame thrower sounds like a plan, except these weeds are in the bed which stretches around my unit and they are firmly entrenched under the azaleas, ferns, and sego palms and spilling out of all the pots on my large patio. Mostly oxalis, you know the little buggers? You have to dig them out with your fingernails. Practically a solid mat of their tendrils because I was fading fast last year and the doctors at UCSD told me to stay in doors all winter so that I would not get pneumonia or the flu and complicate the operation. Afterwards, I could breathe just great but my back was destroyed by spending 2 months sitting up in bed. Everything outside grew out of control and now I am dealing with it. Imagine the joke about "bend over and grab your ankles"? That's kinda what it looks like as I hop around grubbing in the dirt. I also had to be careful not to turn my rear end out toward the Common Area :blush:
I am sending you every good wish for your speedy recovery Tonchi.
Normal architecture, interesting anatomy.
Normal architecture, interesting anatomy.
compass? map?:confused:
That's interesting achitecture Big V.
Chocolate isn't my favorite thing to eat.
wrt this post
I think it is becoming clearer. Two entirely unrelated ideas.
re: architecture and anatomy, are you telling us that you have big balls on your feet? Of your feet? or just long feet?
Of is it that your feet are made of chocolate?
Of is it that your feet are made of chocolate?
That could get slippery in the summer !
ewww...but yumm....toe fudge? i'm torn
@big v,
I can walk through all the doorways in our house without stooping. But I can bump my head on all the doorframe lintels by rising onto the balls of my feet.
Your house architecture is interesting. = A comment to your post.Plus I posted right underneath it.Some people have short memories I guess. :footpyth:
Something about me = I don't favor chocolate. 'spose to infer that from the big heaping space between sentances.
I don't know where you guys got the chocolate feet thing unless you're just being kinky.
Or I am being kinky. :yum:
I cannot have the volume on my car stereo on an odd number.
Two of my ex-coworkers have the same issue. So I'd say its common... crazy but common. :D hmmm... Does common = normal?
Welcome to the musty dank corner of the internet don't leave your bean bag there the cat'll pee on it.
I talk to myself a lot and I like it :)
But do you answer your self ???
I am an identical twin.:)
and new to this forum
Hello Hello!!:heart-on:
My grandmother was half Cheerokee and very tall.
I am an identical twin.:)
and new to this forum
Hello Hello!!:heart-on:
Hello, welcome to the Cellar. :D Is Buster a chihuahua?
Yes he is! First dog of my life -- don't know why I waited so long. Dogs rule.
Oh yeah, and the Red Sox rule, too!!
Half right....dogs rule. :lol:
I cannot have the volume on my car stereo on an odd number.
I don't like to set the alarm clock for an "exact" time (i.e. 8 o'clock, or quarter past ...) I prefer it to be 2 minutes past, or three minutes to, or whatever ...
Hello, welcome to the Cellar. :D Is Buster a chihuahua?
OK bruce how'd you do that?
But do you answer your self ???
Yes.
Also, I talk to myself in English mostly, even though I am Dutch.
I've been to Leyden. I loved it, the clouds were so amazing, just ripping across the sky, so low.
I would love to return someday.
OK bruce how'd you do that?
I have powers. :cool:
[SIZE="1"]Psssst...your fly is open.[/SIZE]
I'm the guy in the hammock.
I cant hang washing on the line unless the pegs I use match in colour.
Thats normal right?
Sure if you are obsessive compulsive and off of your meds... any day.
I'm relearning the bagpipes. I'm at the stage where the fingers are willing but the lips are weak.
How long ago did you start, and how long did you play then, and how long ago have you restarted and I'm not curious at all :)
I've been playing since December and the pipemajor of the band says I'm almost ready to learn my first tune. Yay!
I'll be late rather than early.
Two beers have given me a hangover headache today.
Screw moderation. :3eye:
Screw moderation. :3eye:
OH YEAH!!!!:)
All things in moderation, especially moderation.
Alas, moderation is a concept that I have never fully grasped.
Dogs and baseball make me smile.:)
How long ago did you start, and how long did you play then, and how long ago have you restarted and I'm not curious at all :)
I've been playing since December and the pipemajor of the band says I'm almost ready to learn my first tune. Yay!
I got serious about wrestling a stand of pipes in 1990, played from then until about 1998, revived it a little in early 2001, then put it by again until a few weeks ago now. I reckon I might as well continue. After all, funeral and wedding gigs can make you a bit of extra money. The going rate around here starts at $75-$100 a pop. I've played in a band before, and I want to expand my repertoire of jigs, reels, and hornpipes. Piobaireachd is a dream that is further down the road. For some reason piobaireachd teachers are VERY thin on the ground.
Are you playing on the pipes yet or are you still only playing the practice chanter? The practice chanter is the only thing I learn material on.
One more way to Be Obnoxious On The Pipes: play Monty Python's Lumberjack Song. :3eye: :thepain3: :greenface
I fell for SteveBsjb pizza joke?
I like being bare footed but I don't like getting stocking feet wet or my socks dirty.
The going rate around here starts at $75-$100 a pop.
Around these parts, folks'll pay you $125.00 to refrain from playing them. Even I can make a good living that way, as I don't play the pipes...but they needn't know that.
How do you define perfect pitch on the bagpipes? When you toss the bagpipes into the duck pond, spang into the middle of a circle of ducks, without disturbing a single one.
How do you tune the bagpipes? No one knows...its never been done.
Actually, I love the pipes, and have longed to learn to play them myself. However, my wife has told me I'd have to move...to outer space.
In space, no one can hear you play "Amazing Grace".
At least if it were played in space, I wouldn't have to cry buckets then.
Although I'd probably do so just from knowing it was happening.
I am a newbie. Amazing? No.
Wow - I think I got lost somewhere
I'm a newbie here - so just ignore me if i suddenly get anywhere I'm not suppose to
Hello Angel. Welcome to the cellar.
Um, where was it you think you were headed? As for the cellar, you'll find (assuming you packed your Nomex underthings) that there are no places your not supposed to get to.
This thread is the "Post something about yourself" part of the conversation(s). So...post. :)
You could start with your profile picture. :eek: Do you want an icepack or an Advil or something?
Hi Wiz here, a Newbie Poster from Brisbane, just making myself known to you, See ya around.
nice first post pigpen.
i have a bigger ego than anyone else.
:headshake
people just cant get enough of me can they?
:unsure:
Steve, Angel, Wiz...welcome to the Cellar. :D
Steve, Angel, Wiz...welcome to the Cellar. :D
and buddug too.
I somehow found my way back here.....Was exploring, fell down a set of steps and landed in a heap in the Cellar....Howdy Cellarites:P
I am basically Niave but not suprised.
I am knowlegable in theory but unlearned in practice.
whatever that means....
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hello DanaC
Is 'C' for Cellar?? :P
I somehow found my way back here.....Was exploring, fell down a set of steps and landed in a heap in the Cellar....Howdy Cellarites:P
Howdy. Where ya been?
ohhh.....ya know....floatin here....floatin there.....I got into local politics and somehow that meant not having a life beyond my work :P The person who persuaded me to run for office lied and told me it owuld only take a day or two a week :P
I once had a maggot living in my knee , and eating my flesh . A photograph of my knee is in a medical book on tropical medicine as a result .
My children were christened by the vicar who buried Charlie Chaplin .
I was once given a perm in Spain , and only realized that this was happening to me at the last minute . I then shaved my head .
I spent a night in a police cell .
I am no longer entitled to a full British passport as I have lost eight of them , and am suspected of selling them I suppose .
I was once rowing a little boat in the Retiro park in the centre of Madrid when a naked Pole swam up to my boat and got in . My boat and its contents were removed by an official speedboat .
I have had pneumonia twice .
I once accidentally dropped some cooked steaks into a bucket of dirty water . I rinsed them off and served them to my innocent guests .
I was once swam around all the big ships in the port in Barcelona , and was removed by the police .
I hid in a French military barracks in Germany for a few weeks .
I once invited a beggar-girl off the street to live in my house for a few days .
I once danced naked at a college ball .
I shall bore you no further .
*chuckles* bravo Buddog ! I feel I, if not know you, aught to know you.
Skysidhe ( is that pronounced Sky she?) the 'c' could be for cellar..but is actually for my surname :)
*chuckles* bravo Buddog ! I feel I, if not know you, aught to know you.
Skysidhe ( is that pronounced Sky she?) the 'c' could be for cellar..but is actually for my surname :)
yes, shee
skyshee = airhead :D
I got serious about wrestling a stand of pipes in 1990, played from then until about 1998, revived it a little in early 2001, then put it by again until a few weeks ago now. I reckon I might as well continue. After all, funeral and wedding gigs can make you a bit of extra money. The going rate around here starts at $75-$100 a pop. I've played in a band before, and I want to expand my repertoire of jigs, reels, and hornpipes. Piobaireachd is a dream that is further down the road. For some reason piobaireachd teachers are VERY thin on the ground.
Are you playing on the pipes yet or are you still only playing the practice chanter? The practice chanter is the only thing I learn material on.
One more way to Be Obnoxious On The Pipes: play Monty Python's Lumberjack Song. :3eye: :thepain3: :greenface
I'm still at the practice chanter now. I'll get a real bagpipe once I've learned some tunes. We learn everything on the chanter anyway. First tune I'll learn (in the coming weeks) is gonna be The Rowan Tree.
My pipemajor and the pipesergeant (his daughter) have begun learning Piobaireachd last year, it's amazing to watch and to grasp how something that looks the same, gets played differently each time.
I am, so far, the only person that the Arch-Bishop of the Diocese of New York has called a "fucking cunt-rag".
Yay me.
I once had a maggot living in my knee , and eating my flesh .
I had one in my finger... it was very cool.
I once spent 3 months living on a 44' sailboat, sailing around the Bahamas. Most of that time I was naked.
:lol:
I am, so far, the only person that the Arch-Bishop of the Diocese of New York has called a "fucking cunt-rag".
Yay me.
C'mon...spill it. You must tell us that story...yes, you must.
:lol: C'mon...spill it. You must tell us that story...yes, you must.
Well, if I must.
-- I preface this story with the fact that my oldest brother was a Catholic priest. --
I was about seven or eight years old.
My mother dragged me to my brothers church in Brooklyn (St. Martin de Porres) because the Archbishop was going to be there.
I was suffering the effects of salmonella - my mothers cooking left everything to be desired.
A kid, in a car for an hour, going somewhere he didn't want to go, while trying not to erupt with explosive diarrhea is not a pretty sight.
When we got there, I ran to the first unlocked bathroom I could find.
It happened to be in the office.
Said office was lacking in toilet paper.
I reached into the closet and grabbed what I thought was a towel.
It wasn't.
I found out later that I had wiped with what was the Archbishops chasuble.
(The chasuble is the outermost liturgical vestment worn by clergy for the celebration of the Eucharist.)
Not only was it the Archbishops chasuble, he had gotten it blessed by the Pope when he was in Rome.
Needless to say, I was informed that I was a "fucking cunt-rag" by the unhappy owner of this garment.
Oh well.
Sucks to be him.
Well, if I must.
~ big snip ~
Sucks to be him.
Thank you. I wish Bob Dylan would write an Alice's Restaurant type song about that.:lol2:
I can't STAND Hanging Dangeling stuff!!!!!!!
Examples:
1) When I was in the USMC we would go on these 30 mile hikes , if the dude in front of me had straps hanging from his pack i would say Twice " Dude , you NEED to tie up those pack straps " , if he had NOT tied up his pack straps after that I would CUT THEM OFF !!!!!
2) my wife has learned not to have shit hanging off the rear view mirror , [B] I CAN"T STAND IT !!!!!!!! , and I will eventualy RIP IT DOWN !!!!
Thank you. I wish Bob Dylan would write an Alice's Restaurant type song about that.:lol2:
You are welcome.
And if Dylan writes a song like that, would we be able to understand "His Mumbliness"?
Well it was about thirty years ago that I was in the office of, in the Archbishop's office, and I was using his toilet...
Hm, I can't see Dylan doing it, sorry.
I am, so far, the only person that the Arch-Bishop of the Diocese of New York has called a "fucking cunt-rag".
Yay me.
That is the worst childhood story I have ever heard.
....Sooo, this is the demon scar you hold close and divide your characteristics by?
I am Just wondering because of your signature line.
I am sure alot of us have wet our pants as kids.
Just because you pooped on the guys churchy garb dosn't make you 'demon seed' does it?
I might be over reading. I'd tell you my story but I don't think it can compare.
[quote-Crimson Ghost]I'm so terrifical, I even have my own toll-free number: 1-800-UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.[quote]
I once had a maggot living in my knee , and eating my flesh...edit,edit...I once danced naked at a college ball .
I shall bore you no further.
You're triggering a myriad of memories...
I once peed off a balcony in Spain, right onto the head of a gardener.
I clobbered an Algerian over the head with a metal tipped umbrella while screaming obscenities at him, at a photo booth on the Ave. Wagram in Paris. He and his buds were bothering me and my friend while we were in the booth. I was twelve years old. I ran out, found a cop, described what happened and he said, "Well, seems like you took care of it", then chuckled and walked. Goddamn Parisians.
A group of friends and I scaled the reservoir fence on McArthur Blvd. outside Wash. D.C. to go skinny-dipping. The cops arrived lights and sirenes a-blowin'. We went back over the fence a lot faster and man did we run.
Wasn't the first time I scaled a fence: went to an international school in France that was surrounded on all sides by a tall chain link fence with barbed wire across the top. Entrance and exit was through one electric gate controlled by the "concierge". The only area where the fence was shorter and had no barbed wire was on the playground. I made a break for it, and spent the afternoon swinging on swings in a nearby park, admiring the beautiful fall day. I wrote an essay about it for writing class and won 1st prize.
And now my head's swimming with this stuff...seems that nomadic lives bring some strange experiences...of course they weren't at the time, but looking back now???? Bit of twilight zone in there.
im a lot more intelligent than i prefer to let on.
[quote=skysidhe]That is the worst childhood story I have ever heard.
....Sooo, this is the demon scar you hold close and divide your characteristics by?
I am Just wondering because of your signature line.
I am sure alot of us have wet our pants as kids.
Just because you pooped on the guys churchy garb dosn't make you 'demon seed' does it?
I might be over reading. I'd tell you my story but I don't think it can compare.
[quote=Crimson Ghost]I'm so terrifical, I even have my own toll-free number: 1-800-UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.
That is the beauty of me.
That's just how I am.
I can't stand charlatans.
The charlatan is usually a salesperson. a charlatan is being accused of resorting to quackery,
pseudoscience, or some knowingly employed bogus means of impressing people.
i am very apathetic alot of the time.
I can't STAND Hanging Dangeling stuff!!!!!!!
...
Guess we know
where you stand here...I **ALWAYS** stop at kids' lemonade stands.
If I have to drive around the block to park, I will. If I have to raid the ashtray, I will. If I have to speed to my next appointment, I will. Reinforcing young kids' sense of success and self determination is worth the effort.
I frequently eat crow.
Just to keep peace.
I **ALWAYS** stop at kids' lemonade stands.
If I have to drive around the block to park, I will. If I have to raid the ashtray, I will. If I have to speed to my next appointment, I will. Reinforcing young kids' sense of success and self determination is worth the effort.
One of the little monsters is going to poison you.:greenface
I've never eaten a Krispy Creme donut.
(Even for a legendary donut glutton they seem too greasy?)
I have a copy of 'The Crucible' signed by Arthur Miller and addressed to me.
I played Ezekiel Cheever in my college's production of 'The Crucible'.
I saw the film version of John Cheever's "the swimmer"
I played the rear end of Ichabob Crane's horse in "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" in grade school.
i stood behind luis gonzales (arizona diamondback) at best buy today. he looked like a deer caught in the headlights as a whole group of teenage boys started walking towards him...
I am a USELESS carpenter .
I played the rear end of Ichabob Crane's horse in "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" in grade school.
my father was in a horrible car accident on Sleepy Hollow Rd - Lost the vision in his right eye.
I think before speaking.
You think we wouldn't have guessed that?!
This is a little long, but this memory resurfaced with all the Pink Floyd talk lately.
Back when I was doing a semester abroad in West Germany in ’88, I had the opportunity to go see Pink Floyd in concert in a city about two hours away. Buying the tickets was easy enough, but my friends and I didn’t have any idea how we were going to actually get there. Eventually, somebody heard that a local record shop was organizing a charter bus to the concert. The “tickets” were handwritten scraps of paper, but we were assured that the bus really would be waiting for us at a local parking lot.
Arriving at the parking lot about 20 minutes early, we were encouraged to see a bunch of scruffy Germans standing around waiting for the bus too. But we got increasingly nervous as no bus showed up for an hour, and we were about to go beg another friend to drive us when a bus finally pulled into the lot. It looked a little old, but seemed just fine. We all got on, and the mood on the bus became very festive almost immediately.
We were barreling down the autobahn, with Pink Floyd blasting out of somebody's boom box. There was a lot of sweet smelling smoke mixed in with the ever present European cigarette smoke, and everyone was having a good time. This was the way to travel to a concert! No designated driver worries at all. Then I noticed we started slowing down. It was almost imperceptible at first. I looked out the front window, and there was no traffic causing our slowdown. Others started to notice as the bus really lost speed, and in no time, we were sitting by the side of the road.
The vibe was gone. Half the people were looking at their watches and trying to calculate how far we were from the concert and how much time we had left before the start. The other slightly more paranoid half was sure the driver radioed the cops, who were on their way to arrest them for smoking pot. The paranoid half got more paranoid when the angry looking bus driver slowly made his way to the back of the bus, where they were sitting. But he only bent down and opened the hatch in the floor leading down to the engine. He fiddled around for a while, making the engine rev and idle, rev and idle. Then he started talking to one of the passengers sitting next to the hatch. My German wasn’t that great, but it was obvious the driver was giving the passenger some instructions. I didn’t get it, until he put a small cable leading to the throttle into the guy’s hand.
The bus driver walked back up to the front of the bus. Put the bus in gear, and then yelled “NOW!” in German. The passenger pulled on the chain, and the engine responded with a loud roar. The bus slowly pulled back out onto the autobahn. The driver kept shifting through the gears with the engine running at the constant high RPM. I wouldn’t say it was a smooth ride, but we were on the road! Then once we were up to speed on the highway, and he was in top gear, he would call out “schneller!” or “langsamer” as we came up behind trucks, etc. in the lane in front of us. We stayed in the slow lane for the next 45 minutes or so until we got to the concert. It was a little dicey getting through the packed parking lot at the arena, but the passenger in the back seat and the driver in the front had pretty much figured out how to work the thing by this point.
We had a great time at the concert, and when we returned to the bus afterwards, the driver had fixed everything.
We got home without incident.
Wow...cool...great story glatt. :D
I used to be a professional bicycle stunt rider
Killer road trip story !!!!!
Wow....now that's a story Glatt!
I used to be a professional bicycle stunt rider
Wecome to the Cellar, Man. Little young to be a has been, ain't cha?:lol:
A woman pushed into the bus queue ahead of me the other day. She was 4 in front, so I couldn't make a comment without making a REAL fuss. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the witch took the jump seat (seat closest to Driver and door that I always prefer to sit in).
Now I had just bought hot-BBQ-chicken-in-a-bag. She didn't know. Nyah, nyah, nyaaaah. Took the next best seat (next to her) and put my chicken bag on top of her clothes-shop carrier bag. Ha. Perhaps next time you jump the queue you'll remember the night you went out smelling of chicken.
I am vindictive.
I think muffin mix is better uncooked.
And I just ate a whole bowl of it.
Bleggghhhh...
Ugh, that just reminded me...
I liked eating dry, uncooked pieces of spaghetti when I was little, and called it "pie" for some unknown reason.
I have a very patient and understanding mother, I think.
snip~ I am vindictive.
Naw, just a Champion of Truth, Justice and the British Way.
A new super hero, [COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Chicken Stinker [/COLOR]:D
I like to eat raw fish
now way! what kind of fish jinx?
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The only cold sandwich I really like is tuna.
That cold tuna is cooked, Jinx eats raw fish. :greenface
I believe she's talking about sushi rather than standing in the water biting fish as they swim up to spawn. But, it's still raw fish.
I believe she's talking about sushi rather than standing in the water biting fish as they swim up to spawn.
Only because that tends to piss the bears off.
I'm genetically Indian, and I don't like rice. Or hot weather.
I'm defective.
i tend not to give cash to the homeless who are at every intersection. (in phoenix we have a lot of... professionals) i do hand out giftcards to places like mcdonald's and target though.
i usually keep a handful with a couple of bucks on them for this very reason.
yesterday i handed a target card to a guy and as i was driving away i realized that i had just given him my father's day gift which was a target gift card with $150 on it. oops.
yesterday i handed a target card to a guy and as i was driving away i realized that i had just given him my father's day gift which was a target gift card with $150 on it. oops.
maybe he will 'pay it forward'. Maybe he will get a room, take a shower. A whole string of good fortune results causing a ripple effect for the rest of his life. * crosses fingers*
I can't STAND Hanging Dangling stuff!!!!!!!
{snip}
2) my wife has learned not to have shit hanging off the rear view mirror , I CAN"T STAND IT !!!!!!!! , and I will eventually RIP IT DOWN !!!!
Large -- or glittery -- whatevers that attract the eye hanging on a rearview are a bad idea anyway; take 'em down and see more of the America
outside your windshield. I see people driving around with those four-by-twelve-inch blue "Handicapped" placards hanging, and all I can do is nod, grimly, and agree they sure are driving handicapped.
monkeys have yet to fly from my butt.
Little young to be a has been, ain't cha?
Certainly not, Bruce. You're
NEVER too young to be all washed up.
I'm genetically Indian, and I don't like rice. Or hot weather.
I'm defective.
No, just American.
Or as one of my Pakistani docs put it ... an ABCD "American Born Confused Desi"
I'm half-latino, and yet I have no rythm... :sniff:
Standing up, anyway. :eek:
I like to eat raw fish
Hell yeah!
Hell yeah!
Mmmmmmmmmmm me too!
You're all gonna get worms, grow scales and have Slang feed you junk food. :haha:
~snip ~You're all gonna get worms,
I was going to say those very words but thought it was too rude to mention.
That means..I am either not rude or ....
(side note - the fact the people are so mature and can take kidding on this site is such and eye opener:eek:)
i have a bigger ego than anyone else.
My friends would like to challenge you on that one.
I chopped off the end of my finger when I was five.
I am the youngest person to be enrolled in a college in the history of my county.
I am the youngest person to be enrolled in a college in the history of my county.
wow that's incredible!
are you still young?
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I can't hear vowels very well. I can't here low tones much at all.
I have a degree in american sign language.
I am the youngest person to be enrolled in a college in the history of my county.
Sorry, but depending on the county, I'm likely unimpressed. I've met lots of small-town "valedictorians" who would be lucky to be in the top 20% of the semi-urban upper-middle-class high school I went to. How's your ego now? ;)
I am the youngest person to be enrolled in a college in the history of my county.
Are you PSEOP or did you graduate HS early?
Congrats, anyhoo!:) :)
Sorry, but depending on the county, I'm likely unimpressed. I've met lots of small-town "valedictorians" who would be lucky to be in the top 20% of the semi-urban upper-middle-class high school I went to. How's your ego now?
I live in an urban area, not a huge one, but still an urban area. My brother goes to the upper-middle class high school founded by a tobacco mega-millionare. Ego = intact.
Are you PSEOP or did you graduate HS early?
Not sure what PSEOP is, but high school was non-existent for me. Gotta love loopholes.
Sorry, but depending on the county, I'm likely unimpressed. I've met lots of small-town "valedictorians" who would be lucky to be in the top 20% of the semi-urban upper-middle-class high school I went to. How's your ego now? ;)
I'm not sure he was looking to impress. This is a thread about "Would you believe ..." after all, and he was simply on topic ...
Something about myself?
I stalk squirrels with streetcars.
http://marmelmm.livejournal.com/91149.html
;D
-MMM-
Sorry, but depending on the county, I'm likely unimpressed.
Depending on the county, he might be not only the youngest but the only. I ranked 17th in a graduating class of 890, and had 1341 on my College Boards
before they started dumbing them down. I still dropped out of college. Nobody cares.
My parents return from a 17 day holiday today, and just knowing they are back in the country makes me feel less lonely.
Would you believe that my entire world revolves around computers/digital photography yet I cant seem to keep a personal PC working well enough to enjoy non-work activities?
It's painfully true. :blush:
Something about myself?
I stalk squirrels with streetcars.
Dude, that is so awesome!
I like to look at squirrels and point, but that is so much cooler!
I have a pornographic memory
I have potentially pornographic mammeries
but I'll wait til I am old enough for Fat and Forty Monthly I think....
I contend that mammaries are never pornographic.:D
At times, they're downright majestic. :D
-MMM-
I have potentially pornographic mammeries
We can be the judge of that ;)
Holy shit... no offence zippy, but I didnt realize that was you at first... every word is spelled right (well, except in the quote... heh).
I have a new obsession with Prince that is probably bordering on unhealthy.
I saw Prince open for the Rolling Stones in ... 1984? Jack Murphy Stadium in San Diego. He got booed from the stage. Fsckers.
i am finding comfort in the arms of too many feminine types. i may seek professional help. only after i'm done enjoying this, though.
I think I'm some sort of physiological freak.
I look reasonably normal, and don't have any spectacular ailments, but almost every doctor / medical specialist / alternative medicine practitioner says to me "now, THAT'S interesting, I've never seen this before".
I saw an Chinese traditional doctor once, and she looked at my tongue and listened to my pulse, looked alarmed and shouted "oh dear! I don't think I can help you!" The next two I saw did the same thing. As well as the Tibetan (medical) lama. I think I'm a hopeless case.
I didn't sweat - not even in saunas - for the first 35 years of my life, and had no body odour.
I appear to have a recurring stigmata on my right hand, but have never had religion of any sort.
I have a distinct and detailed memory of a episode of a few minutes from when I was still in my mother's womb.
I think I'm some sort of physiological freak.
I look reasonably normal, and don't have any spectacular ailments, but almost every doctor / medical specialist / alternative medicine practitioner says to me "now, THAT'S interesting, I've never seen this before".
I saw an Chinese traditional doctor once, and she looked at my tongue and listened to my pulse, looked alarmed and shouted "oh dear! I don't think I can help you!" The next two I saw did the same thing. As well as the Tibetan (medical) lama. I think I'm a hopeless case.
I didn't sweat - not even in saunas - for the first 35 years of my life, and had no body odour.
I appear to have a recurring stigmata on my right hand, but have never had religion of any sort.
I have a distinct and detailed memory of a episode of a few minutes from when I was still in my mother's womb.
Be greatful you don't have Ed Zachary disease.
Keep it quiet, sandypossum...they might nail you to a cross. ;)
Alas, "freak" but not "special". Not even sure I don't have Ed Zachary, foot!:thepain3:
No worries about crucifixion, Bruce - I also have an unbelievably low pain threshold (I've come out of general anaesthetics screaming and have bitten and kicked several doctors - sort of in a spasm, not deliberately - esp my heroic dentist) so shortly after nailing me they'd shoot me to shut me up. :scream:
No, even though you are pretty darn close to the camera, I can tell that you haven't got Ed Z disease.
I am terribly female....yet drink the pickle juice out of the jar when the pickles are gone. It's delightfully refreshing!
I sip the leftover olive oil from the sardine can after I eat them, too.
(bats lashes....)
I didn't sweat - not even in saunas - for the first 35 years of my life, and had no body odour.
Anemia?
Had no problems with my blood, Jebediah, (and I was a regular blood donor) until I began sweating about 10 years ago. A few years AFTER that started I became slightly anaemic. I have a constant battle keeping my iron up. I've also developed a mysterious bleeding disorder - almost bled to death twice, after two minor day surgery ops, and am seeing Melbourne's top haematologist, who, two years down the line still has no idea what it is. All tests come out normal. It's not ALL bleeding, just these two ops and WHOOOOOSH! I exploded blood all over an emergency room at one point. Quite spectacular.
One time, I scratched a small pinhead-sized red spot on my arm.
I bled profusely (well, as profusely as possible from a hole the size of a pinprick) for two hours.
Crazy. I've had my share of bleeding problems (one similar to you too Ibram) and I'm glad it's in the past.
Eh, it didnt really bother me. I was at the mall, hanging at the fountain just outside it with my girlfriend, my friend savannah, and two of her friends, and i started bleeding and i was like 'shit', but it didnt bother me at all, until i realized it was dripping down my arm and getting all over the place. I had to get savannah and her friends to rush back and forth, in and out of starbucks, to get me napkins. One of savannah's friends had a band-aid in her purse, but within about fifteen seconds of me putting it on, it was soaked completely through and dripping again. I still didnt really care, but my girlfriend was totally freaking out.
yuk ...you must have hit a blood vessel.
...to blood.
Yeah man, I have one of those things on my arm. Just a little nubby raised thing that I scratch now and again, and like you, it bleeds and bleeds.