RE: Ten Facts...
November 8, 2018 at 2:28 pm
(This post was last modified: November 8, 2018 at 2:56 pm by Crossless2.0.)
I like this thread, so I'll add some more:
11. I make the best damned scratch Bloody Mary you've never had. No, you can't have the recipe.
12. I hold a 2nd-degree black belt in Kenpo but am out of practice and my timing is shot. I miss my old dojo in Carson City (shout out to Sifu Marquez).
13. The longest sustained bout of helpless, mind-dissolving laughter I've experienced was the "find the fish" scene in Python's The Meaning of Life. It was so incongruous, unexpected, and weird that I sank to the sticky theater floor and laughed noiselessly for nearly ten minutes. It became alarming.
14. Given a steady diet of east-Asian and Mediterranean dishes, I could happily pass the rest of my life without another meal of "American" food.
15. I grew up in a town called Wahpeton, North Dakota. Our school nickname was (I shit you not) "the Wops". Our mascot was a guy in a purple and gold sheet, said to represent the Wop spirit (none of us knew what the hell that was supposed to mean). The school's basketball team won the state championship when I was in sixth grade. What I mainly remember about that season was how Queen's "We Will Rock You" was appropriated as "We Will Wop You" and brayed obnoxiously at every home game. Again, no one had any idea what the hell that meant. Naturally, Queen's "We Are the Champions" was also sung at top volume, but without embarrassing word swaps. Some time after I graduated, the school nickname was changed to the more acceptable "Huskies".
16. When alone, I spend a lot of time pacing and talking to myself. It creeps out my wife when she walks in on it.
17. My son was diagnosed as having mild Asperger's when he was in 2nd grade. I've always suspected that came from me, though I don't meet the diagnostic threshold to be labeled such myself. Let's just say I tend that way.
18. My one experience under general anesthesia (torn ligaments in my left knee at age 18) remains my best argument against the continued existence of my consciousness after death.
19. I can't sing or dance worth a shit. I wish I could.
20. I like sad, tragic foreign films. My wife despises them.
11. I make the best damned scratch Bloody Mary you've never had. No, you can't have the recipe.
12. I hold a 2nd-degree black belt in Kenpo but am out of practice and my timing is shot. I miss my old dojo in Carson City (shout out to Sifu Marquez).
13. The longest sustained bout of helpless, mind-dissolving laughter I've experienced was the "find the fish" scene in Python's The Meaning of Life. It was so incongruous, unexpected, and weird that I sank to the sticky theater floor and laughed noiselessly for nearly ten minutes. It became alarming.
14. Given a steady diet of east-Asian and Mediterranean dishes, I could happily pass the rest of my life without another meal of "American" food.
15. I grew up in a town called Wahpeton, North Dakota. Our school nickname was (I shit you not) "the Wops". Our mascot was a guy in a purple and gold sheet, said to represent the Wop spirit (none of us knew what the hell that was supposed to mean). The school's basketball team won the state championship when I was in sixth grade. What I mainly remember about that season was how Queen's "We Will Rock You" was appropriated as "We Will Wop You" and brayed obnoxiously at every home game. Again, no one had any idea what the hell that meant. Naturally, Queen's "We Are the Champions" was also sung at top volume, but without embarrassing word swaps. Some time after I graduated, the school nickname was changed to the more acceptable "Huskies".
16. When alone, I spend a lot of time pacing and talking to myself. It creeps out my wife when she walks in on it.
17. My son was diagnosed as having mild Asperger's when he was in 2nd grade. I've always suspected that came from me, though I don't meet the diagnostic threshold to be labeled such myself. Let's just say I tend that way.
18. My one experience under general anesthesia (torn ligaments in my left knee at age 18) remains my best argument against the continued existence of my consciousness after death.
19. I can't sing or dance worth a shit. I wish I could.
20. I like sad, tragic foreign films. My wife despises them.
