Wow, do I get what I ask for, or what?
Okay then, next I’d like a movie version with John Cho and Kal Penn as me and Si_Amigo, and Kate and Pippa Middleton as our girlfriends.
And chocolate cake. And another story…
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Seriously, thank you. Glad you survived without, well, permanent debilitating physical or psychological damage.
Reminds me of one I saw on Facebook about how a USB connector has two possible ways to plug it in, and it’ll take three tries. (And @Machine_Elf ninja’d me. (grin))
My only magic power is being able to position myself on the subway platform right where the doors of car will be when the train arrives. I can’t explain exactly how I do this, but I have a better than 80% chance of being in the right spot, and it works no matter how far along on the platform I am standing, i.e. it’s not always at the same spot at a familiar station. So far I’ve only tested this in the Toronto subway system.
I have the magical power to refresh my wife’s memory of anything she’s forgotten. She will think of something, then forget what it was, but remember to tell me she needs to tell or ask me something. Then she goes blank.
I just have to perform the magic ritual of opening a book or turning on the TV. 10 minutes later as I’m getting settled in she will reenter the room “I remember what it was!!”
I used to have the ability to phone people only when it was a bad time for them. I was remarkably consistent in this, but I seem to have lost “the gift” some years back.
I still have the power to imagine my future and have things turn out differently. This is actually a very useful power in that it allows me to prevent a number of worst case scenarios from ever happening simply by thinking they will happen.
One of my neighbors is the world champion at this. Maybe you can teach him how to lose that gift.
I am a weather magician. By the simple act of planning dinner for the next day, I can influence the weather.
Example: this last weekend was cold and windy, so I planned a hearty bean and sausage soup for Monday night’s (last night’s) dinner. Bingo, the weather turned calm and unseasonably warm. We were eating the piping hot soup in 73 degree weather.
I’d really like some more chilly, rainy weather, but I put no faith in the forecast which says we’re getting several days of rain starting this Friday. Storms have bypassed us repeatedly this last winter, after all. So I think I’ll plan some cold salad or maybe cold sushi for this Friday night’s dinner. That’ll make the thermometer turn south.
Dagnabbit. I came here to post that, and I wanted to start my own marketing company, too! All I have to do is start buying a product at the supermarket, really enjoy it, and then it gets discontinued. SO discontinued that I can’t even get it on Amazon.
I think we need a battle of powers. We decide on an item, you like it whilst I hate it, and we’ll see how it fares :).
Even in strange cities, in places I have never been to, or when circunstances change (busses re-route, underground stops working or changes lines or there is a strike or whatever) I can arrive on time to appointments. I have never missed a train, a plane or been late to a meeting. I once overslept, about eight or nine years ago, but I had murderous hangover. And it was not a professional nor a formal appointment. Still I remember it, weird outlier.
Maybe I am neurotic.
Perhaps I have just broken the spell?
I quite like it that way, but most of my friends do not have that gift. I am used to waiting.
I can lose things easily - physical objects. The other day I took a marker pen up the living room, so we could add something to a list on a whiteboard there. Five seconds later, we looked around for the pen, and it wasn’t there. Turning over cushions in every room didn’t turn it up. It was still in its packaging, so less easy to lose than regular pens. And yes, we checked the fridge, oven, etc.
This is not the first time I’ve lost something minor but useful and it just hasn’t ever turned up.
One phone eventually turned up (miraculously unharmed and still working perfectly despite the weather) on top of the chicken coop, but everything else has just vanished. Even when moving house and keeping an eye out for those missing objects, they remained gone.
OTOH, I’m very good at knowing what time it is without looking at a watch (I’ve never worn one). So give me something you want lost, and it’ll be gone, but I’ll be able to say when it went.
I have the ability to research something till I think I have a solid answer, then continue a bit further…and then find the total contradiction.
For instance, Mrs. L and I like Tennessee. We’ve travelled there a couple of times and thought maybe we should consider retiring there. I googled around a bit. “Is Knoxville TN a good place to live?”
Of course you don’t accept what you find on just one site, but I’ve seen others praise it, so it seems to be true. Then I found one that said the quality of life is worst in the state.
Granted, some of it is opinion rather than objective fact. But it seems like going from “Everyone loves chocolate ice cream” to “Everyone hates chocolate ice cream.”
I can magically make it be several hours later when by all logic it ought to be only ten or twenty minutes later.
No matter what I toss together and cook in any size pan, it and a bottle of Just Egg fit perfectly in the quiche shell.
I can make an ascending hotel elevator stop on every floor. All I have to do is have a full bladder while walking past the lobby restroom and say to myself “I’ll just go when I get to the room”
Today I learned not only does a company make fake eggs in a bottle but that people eat fake eggs in a bottle. Do they actually taste anything like eggs or do they taste good, just not like eggs?
It works fine in quiche and many other recipes, tastes more like egg than most egg substitutes, and is much better than substituting something like chia. While I would just use eggs if I were single, it has the virtue of not sending my lovely wife to the hospital.
My dad used to call this"emitting bogons." He said bogons are a particle that makes things- technology in particular- break and that some people emit them and when they walk away, things start working again. I don’t know if this is a common thing, a just-my-dad thing, or an inside joke in his workplace, but it’s definitely a phrase I’ve repeated over the years.
My superpower is that I’m walking plant poison. I can get the hardiest little plant, do all my research, take diligent, perfect, to-the-letter care of it, and it will not survive me. If plants tried to take over the world, I would be your girl.
I have this one, too. If there were a Houseplant Humane Society, I’d be permanently banned.
Thanks for the reply, very interesting. And I agree, keeping your lovely wife out of hospital is a pretty sound reason.