Party Quirks II: Electric Boogaloo

IANAD*, but I’m pretty sure this is accurate, from a tour I took of the Woodford Reserver distillery. Jack Daniels, I believe, is aged in barrels that once contained bourbon, but because they’ve been used before, it isn’t called bourbon.

Daniel

  • Distiller

Hmm… I’m not completely sure this is within the spirit of ‘2 Truths and a Lie’. :slight_smile:

Omi, I think that your lie is that English is not your native language.

Elendil’s Heir, would you say you are a ‘people person’?

Dolores, is there anything you don’t love about Barack? :slight_smile:

No JD for me, thanks. Bad teenage experience…

Would love to see 2 Truths and a Lie from all our lovely guests…

Two truths and a lie?

  1. There’s a picture of me in an old encyclopedia illustrating the article on child prodigies (granted it’s not accurate: although I used to play the violin at street festivals, and until I was fourteen I looked like I was about 5 years old, and although I photographed well in that case, I wasn’t anything near child-prodigy in my playing).
  2. I was once in a trainwreck (granted it wasn’t a real train, just one of those tourist trains that run on metal threads over the tracks, but the conductor had started arguing with someone about something–probably about how much to tip tour guides or something equally stupid–and a sharp turn nearly pulled the train off of that thread. Nobody was hurt, thankfully)
  3. I once received blood money (granted it wasn’t from the Mafia or anything, but rather it was from an ATM, when a 5-dollar bill came out of the machine with a big blot of fresh blood on it).

How’s that?
Daniel

Oh, definitely. In my line of work it’s a real advantage. If I weren’t I’d be miserable.

But tell me. How do you feel about your mom?

I love everything about Barack. :smiley:

  1. I have three dogs.
  2. I love to cook.
  3. I am politically savvy.

Ok ok, I’ll admit that I’ve never seen Mildred Pierce all the way through. :smiley:

More seriously though…

  1. I have a dog.
  2. I have 2 brothers.
  3. I have 2 sisters.
    :slight_smile:
  1. My favorite word is caziques.
  2. I like to break the ice by talking about muzjiks.
  3. I hate board games.

(456 points. Give or take.)

What means ‘caziques’?

Elendil’s Heir, do you think some of our guests this evening might be sufering from mental illnesses? I’m particularly interested in your opinion of LHoD.

And my mum rocks.

Does she?

Caziques. (56)

My mum has way better fashion sense than that. :slight_smile:

I’m thinking that #3 is your lie. What board games have you played?

Dolores – I’ve got to ask are you related to Barack or have you ever been accused of stalking him?

Sorry everyone. I’ll be back tomorrow, but real world stuff has worn me out today. Goodnight and good luck.

Your wish is my command*.

  1. I really really want a chocolate doughnut right now.
  2. I know a member of the nobility (a viscount).
  3. There are no butter knives in my cupboard.

*Disclaimer: I don’t take commands. Offer void where prohibited. Redeem at your own risk. Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.

I wouldn’t even venture a guess about anyone’s mental illness in a social situation like this. The world’s full of crazy people, but I can’t say I’ve met anyone in this thread who gives me that impression. Yet.

Okay, I’ll play.

  1. When I was 16, I lied about my age and joined the Army.
  2. I once stuffed over 50 grapes in my mouth at one time.
  3. A while back, I invented this cool gunslinger-type character to use in some adventure stories and stuff; recently, I read the first volume of Garth Ennis’ Preacher series and discovered that the character I created is so similar to the Saint of Killers that I could never hope to use him in any kind of professional story because it would constitute plaigarism. :mad:

Hee hee hee!

Well, I thought I’d lever my way back into this revel and tell two truths and a lie. Here goes:

I kicked around England, Belgium and France with my favorite zine author Aaron Cometbus for three weeks, several years ago.

I wrote a tribute to (science fiction author) Spider Robinson on my MySpace blog; I sent him a copy, and he was gracious enough to write me back & thank me for the compliment.

I used to have a new wave band called What Next, and we played at the infamous Mabuhay Gardens in SF.

No, I’m not related to Barack. I’ve never been officially accused of stalking him.

Did I ever tell you about my crazy friend Guido?

Back in Brooklyn, Guido and I taught at the same school. I was World History, Guido did English. He had the best thick Brooklyn accent, and he was a meaty drill sergeant of a guy, always barking out orders: “Go Dere, Anna! Get over here, Joe!” Students loved and feared him.

Alas, although he was merciless in teaching students (no grammatical eror escaped his eye), he failed to live up to his own standards. When he submitted his annual Individual Growth Plan, it was riddled with grammatical and spelling mistakes. The principal was a real hardhearted bastard, and he decided that he couldn’t have such a guy teaching English.

Of course, this was New York, and the teaching union rules the schools. The principal couldn’t fire Guido. Instead, he busted him all the way down to cafeteria worker.

Guido couldn’t take it. He cracked. I still remember him standing behind the counter, tears in his eyes, serving food and ordering the food around just like he used to order the students around: “Get over here, hamburger! Go dere, slaw!” I knew that the inescapable fact of his own failings lay heavy on his mind.

Daniel

Wow. And I was afraid you weren’t going to be able to do much with your quirk.