I have a dimpled septum.
Wouldn’t he suffocate if his face was being mashed down into a pillow?
Wouldn’t he suffocate if his face was being mashed down into a pillow?
Apparently not, jinwicked. I mean, it’s been almost thirty years now, and he’s still alive. 
Two more things you may not know about me: I can’t whistle or roll my tongue.
Well, I guess it’s time to 'fess up…
I’m an amateur radio operator
That’s right, a ham operator. Also a member of several emergency communications groups.
For 8 hours after the 1994 Northridge Earthquake in Los Angeles, my radios were the only communication in our neighborhood. I was living about 1/2 mile from the epicenter of the quake and a fellow ham in Long Beach was relaying messages for me and calling for medical and other assistance needed. Drove home the importance of ham radio to me in a BIG way.
Speaking of that, maybe I’ll start an amateur radio thread…
I posted once, years ago, about how much I love vanilla Coke. That was before you could buy it in plastic bottles. The only place I got it was a local ‘50’s retro diner called "Rockin’ Roger’s." Vanilla Coke from the soda fountain = heaven on earth.
But what you don’t know is that I don’t care so much for the new bottled version. It’s not rich enough. I don’t know what kind of vanilla syrup Rockin’ Roger’s uses, or how it’s different from what Coca-Cola uses, but RR’s is so much better.
Maybe that’s the difference: Coca-Cola probably added a vanilla flavoring without adding any extra sugar. But RR’s uses vanilla syrup. Maybe CC thought that would be too sweet or too rich, but the bottled vanilla Coke just seems kind of weak to me.
I met my future husband recently. He’s totally in love with me, but he doesn’t realize it yet. I don’t think he knows he’s going to marry me yet, either, but I’m patiently waiting while he is increasingly convinced of my amazingness (and believe me, he is). He has the most beautiful, charming, sexy laugh that anyone has ever laughed, ever, which is one of the main reasons he is my future husband.
I love, love, love, love my new job. I didn’t know having a job could be this fun. I get to play with books all day long. I like playing with my own books, but this is a thousand times better.
I just turned 21 last week, and I have been partying like a loon. Since the day I turned 21 (10 days ago), I have gone out 7 evenings, to all the cool clubs I’ve always wanted to get in to but couldn’t. Last night was so much fun, I can’t believe I didn’t break any laws. The only place that has sucked so far is Power Plant Live. Blech. If you’re ever in Baltimore, please do not go there, it’s absolutely horrid.
That’s all for now. 
Funny thing about that. I used to be able to but when I was nineteen I had a little accident that gashed my forehead top to bottom all the way through to the skull (I’ve actually seen my own skull in living color!) and ever since then I can’t.
Oh my Lord…how could you do that? How could you reveal the secret ingredient? I am revoking your deviled-egg permit right now!
I have every episode of Blake’s 7 on videotape, and I watch them all at least once a year. I also have every Tripods episode.
I have seventeen (count 'em), 17 unfinished quilt tops in various stages of completion. I used to teach quilting classes, but I have no quilts on my beds. My daughter’s baby quilt is still unfinished, and she is 20 years old. I am all about process over product.
Well, a few of you have seen me do my thing where I get parallel to the floor … on my hands. I used to work on a thing where I’d go in a tight circle on said hands, but I have enough trouble scoring the room to do the former that the latter would be almost completely pointless.
I can swing myself back and forward on my arms.
I have these shoulders, and they can extend beyond what normal people can do … it hurts, but I can reach a good 2-5 inches more depending.
You mean, the long kinda thing, three or four strings, looks like a stretched-out violin? I play that too! Never met anyone outside a music store who even knew what they were. I’ve always heard it called an Appalacian dulcimer, m’self, mainly to differentiate it from a hammered dulcimer or the like.
Oh, and I can make an incredibly realistic water-drop noise, like the kind you hear on computers, without flicking my cheeks or any other contortions. I just “say” it.
One thing I’ve never seen talked about on this board is the Cirque du Soleil - and I’m a HUGE fan. I’ve seen 4 shows live and have all the others on video. I also have all their CD’s. My husband auditioned for them and has gotten two calls (though no job yet) from them. I learned 3 of their songs - one in Italian and one in French and the other in their own made-up language. Their music takes me somewhere no other music has before and I love all of it. And to see a show is just amazing.
Damn it dwyr, why did you have to make me feel like a heel and take the wind out of my sails for some good natured taunting?
:eek:
Well, I was 2 pounds, 2 ounces when I was born. (I was at least 9 or 10 weeks premature) I dare anyone to post a lower birthweight than that! 
F_X
Sorry Kricket, guess I did inherit a talent after all.
My Mother can always kill a joke in under a second too.
I have a big silver ring through the upper part of my left ear. A friend bought it for my birthday and I stuck it in yesterday. It looks very silly, but I reckon I can get away with it.
I’m a pirate!
Argh!
Is this why I have had nine dead kittens on my pillow since I was six?
I feel dumb now.
I want to be like Maude from Harold & Maude when I’m an old woman. I’ll go to funerals, eat licorice, be an artist, and have young men fall in love with me.
I have 87 scars on my right hand, 27 on my left hand, 29 on my right arm, 14 on my left arm, 18 on my right foot, 4 on my left foot (I’ve never been able to do a proper inspection cause that leg doesn’t bend real well), 36 on my right leg, 31 on my left leg, 12 on my stomach and sides (including one strange webbed scar pattern from a motorcycle accident that probably has 16 total inches of scar, but I only count once cause it’s all connected). and 14 on my face. I have no idea about my back cause pulling out a mirror to count scars would just be wierd. I coun’t anything that has any visible scar tissue no matter how small, but ones that I know were there once but arn’t visible now don’t cound.
I was 1 pound 9 ounces when I was born
I was the first permature birth in the then new silas b hayes medical center at fort ord california ( 1976)
I can read between 800 and 1800 words a mnute and have an 70 percent retention and comprenhension rate ( well that might be down since my phisycal problems might be causing mental problems )
I can recite history from memory but on any given day have to read my index card to remeber my address and phoine number
I can no longer legally write by state of ca standards other than sign my name due to my physical disibility
I own or have owned every american sega system made except the dreamcast ever made
Alsot the same for nintentdo except for 3 and the emulation scene has made collecting like that well worthless
Ive owned every atari machiene except for 2
anything else ?