freckafree’s truth: What is your earliest unhappy or painful memory?
SmartAleq’s truth: What is the most unusual thing you’ve consumed?
If we’re talking intentionally, then I’d probably have to say the very fresh sashimi trout that came out on the plate looking like it had just been pulled from the water, with the mouth opening and closing and the tail wagging up and down–closer observation revealed it had indeed been gutted and cleaned, the skin carefully filleted away from the flesh and the flesh sliced into delicate bites. After consumption, there was a head, a spine and a tail left–and the mouth kept opening and closing and the tail kept wagging. It was especially disturbing watching a young child in the party attempt to feed the fish some parsley garnish. Very tasty, though I must say.
If we’re talking unintentionally, it would probably be a large dragonfly that splattered all over my uvula as I was whooping and hollering and riding a dirtbike very fast. I swallowed before I thought about it–that was a nasty, NASTY feeling let alone the flavor. shudder
So, back atcha Priceguy, T/D?
I’m still in a truthful mood… 
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freckafree, if you’d like to accept a dare, I’d be interested to see what happens to that last post when you run it backwards through the same Babelfish filters that spawned it…
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… my brain hurts now, thanks. (As for where it came from, it came from the ninth circle of hell.)
For anyone who may be interested but doesn’t want to read the whole thing backwards, it says:
In seventh grade, I entered the spelling bee at school. The winner would go on to compete in the county bee and then possibly to state and national. I ended up tied with another student, Ryan, for first place, so we had a spell-off. He lost on “kilowatt.” I competed at the county level and was knocked out on “missile.”
In eighth grade, I entered again. Again, I tied with Ryan for first place. When they told me that, I declined a spell-off. Let Ryan have his turn in the spotlight. He also got knocked out at the county level.
Maybe this isn’t completely mundane, but it’s the only thing I could think of that fit the description.
My brain hurt so much I forgot –
Truth or Dare, smartAleq?
Truth or Dare, Priceguy?
I’ll take a dare from the first one to respond, and a truth from the other.
Okay, what’s the most physically painful thing that’s ever happened to you?
And I’ll take a truth…
Dammit, I’m an idiot! Please disregard previous… Okay, kindly write a paragraph extolling my dimness, thanks!
Damn, I love Babelfish. Such an underrated source of pure bullshit. Who needs nonsense generators when you can just feed it through half a dozen languages?
I’ll take two truths then, one from SmartAleq and one from Kurilla.
So it shouldn’t go to waste: what’s the most physically painful thing that’s ever happened to you?
I’m back and I’m feeling lucky.
Dare.
SmartAleq’s is atypically smart. His reading comprehension skills are astounding, though only in their absolute lack of presence. I shudder to think what might happen if he were in a position that required reading on a regular basis, though he would likely make an tabloid reporter, given his unique ability to utterly misunderstand the information presented to him…
Nah, my heart’s just not in it. You can slap a truth or dare on me again.
If you could have dinner with any two people from any time, living or dead, who would they be, and what would you talk about?
What’s the most memorable food you’ve ever eaten?
Ok this one had me thinking for most of the day
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You mean aside from the live, flapping fish I wrote about above?
Memorable food is hard–there are so many candidates! I think, though, that the time I managed to make this incredibly hearty and yummy lamb shanks with a hundred cloves of garlic served over mushroom/onion simmered barley over an open fire in a dutch oven was right up there–it was such a pain to manage the heat, the dish itself is so fussy to put together that it was an accomplishment just to get it done, but then we were so hungry and it tasted so sublime that even though I’ve made the dish before and since and it never disappoints, that one time just stands out as the epitome of fabulous food.
However, the collapsed souffle/white chocolate mousse/raspberry cake from Rick’s Dessert Diner in Sacramento was pretty amazing.
Truth: If you could trade places with your SO and he/she with you–i.e., your minds are inhabiting each other’s bodies for just a day–would you fuck you?
Oh gee. There are a few, but the one that leaps to mind was pretty horrible, and as a bonus it is less than a year old.
I was in the hospital having had surgery the day before. Previously, I had had an epidural, but it was removed, not because it wasn’t working but because it had some strange effects. I don’t pretend to understand it. I was slightly confused by everything that was going on and didn’t ask for painkillers; I kinda assumed the doctors knew what they were doing. Pain started creeping up on me and I finally asked for some.
My doctor had been told that I was hypersensitive to morphine (who gave him this idea and where that person got it from is unknown and inexplicable, respectively; I had never had morphine before in my life and there were certainly no indications of hypersensitivity), so I was given a dose that might have been enough to get a lab rat a bit woozy. It did little to me, and further doses (still reduced) had no noticeable effect. In the end, I lay on the bed clutching my stomach with what felt like buzzsaws going to town on my innards.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think. I barely noticed when someone spoke to me, and I answered only in short bursts.
Finally, the epidural was hooked up again. Five minutes later, the pain started subsiding. Five minutes after that, bliss.
Epidural. That’s some good shit, people. Oh, the benefits of civilization.
One of them is a really boring choice, but it would just have to be Jesus. Either him, or one of the other great religious figures - Moses, Mohammad, Buddha, those guys. If Jesus, I’d tell him about the various Christian denominations that exist today, about holy wars (actual ones, not Mac vs PC flamefests), about the papacy, about Martin Luther, about the Inquisition, about all the stories told about him, about Church bingo and so on and so on until my rambling finally culminated in one question:
“How close is this to what you imagined when you were plodding around Jerusalem in stylish sandals 2000 years ago?”
I’d just love to introduce him to the modern society of Western democracies and then, with that as the framework, hear his views on abortion, gay marriage, gay adoption, stem-cell research, all of that.
As for the other guest to the table… much trickier, unless I just pick one of the other religious figures and do the same thing, but with the appropriate religion substituted for Christianity. But that’d be really boring. There are plenty of obvious - and thus boring - choices: Adolf Hitler, Julius Caesar, you know the gang.
So who to pick…? I’m going to go with Oscar Wilde. No matter what else he was, he was certainly a fabulous conversationalist and if Jesus ever got haughty and stiff, he’d lighten the mood with his rapier wit. I’d tell him about the strides the gay movement has made in the last century and watch his jaw drop.
Yes, if for no other reason that to show him what multiple orgasms feel like.
Even without that, though, just looking at physical attributes, I’d still say yes. I’m no supermodel, but I’m not butt ugly, either.
What’s the worst nightmare you’ve ever had?
I think if I told you the person in question would probably never forgive me, so I’ll have to take a regretful pass on this one. Sorry. 
kurilla, PriceGuy, truth or dare?