Geez, my humble newbie self is quite overwhelmed by the number SAT busters in the teeming millions. It seems like I’ve tapped into the lines of communication for that group of people which gets saved before the comet hits. As for my talents: []I am good at wasting money; []I am good at wasting time; []I am an exceptional worrier; []I am underendowed but do all the other things that make me a great lover; my wife and I still love each other after 15 years. [/list] Aw, shucks…
I have a better memory for facts than anyone I’ve ever met.
I pick up computer languages like a dog picks up fleas. I attain basic competence in the time it takes most people to write the “Hello World!” program.
I have a talent for multi-dimensional geometry, and can visualize shapes in up to five dimensions (and occasionally more).
I paint figures with such detail that when you look at my 25mm-scale gaming miniatures, you almost wonder why the little people aren’t breathing.
I am a good cook.
I am a great writer.
I am an outstanding masseur.
CRAP!!!
I just finally got back here, and I re-read my post. My point was supposed to be:
You know how many kids have told me that the connection between “moth” and “wool” is “A moth makes wool”?
Aaargghh… Kind of takes the wind of those humor sails, don’t it?
Dave
10 percent of the population is in the bottom ten percent of the IQ curve.
I am humble.
I can put both feet behind my head, a la Bart saying: “I could do that, but I don’t wanna.”
Whenever I play strikeouts w/mes amis, I am a veritable vacuum w/my glove. I’ve had that glove since I was in 1st grade (in 12th grade now), it’s held together with shoelaces and thread, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
I am overly protective about my MLB-licensed, fitted SF Giants hat. It’s getting kinda faded, it’ll look like and old Padres hat soon.
–
JMcC from SFCA
http://members.tripod.com/~weirdstuff/index.html
Ah, what the hell…
Looks like stream of consciousness is the way to deal with this thread.
I got a 1460 on my SAT, but don’t remember the breakdown (29 years ago). By the time I got around to going to school, my SAT scores were not a factor.
I’m often the smartest person in the room, but my occupation is such that it is not unusual for there to be someone WAY smarter than me in the room.
I (related to the above) know when to keep my mouth shut and am good at what I’ve recently learned is called “cold reading” people.
My (finally, a paragraph that doesn’t start with “I”) conservative friends think I’m a liberal, and my liberal friends think I’m conservative. Unless we discuss something in depth.
I played drums/percussion for 25 years with all kinds of bands and started a music production business in 1988 with a music attorney/friend. Actually put together a project where we got Robert Cray to agree to co-produce the first artist we signed (who had played bass in a Cray band early on), but my partner/friend had such an all consuming cocaine habit the whole thing turned into a 3-year nightmare.
Don’t know how related this is to the above, but… I don’t take any illegal drugs, but I’m a hard drinker and I smoke and am, @ 46, in excellent physical shape. I also quit listening to pop music about the same time I quit playing (1990). Pretty much just listen to classical now.
In 1992 (I believe) the Houston Oilers were in a playoff game w/the Buffalo Bills and ahead 38-3 at the half; they managed to lose the game and my television croaked at the end of the game. Since then I have not watched tv (at home, it’s not like I avert my eyes if one’s on at a friends) and have become quite alienated from pro sports.
As a result of some of the above, I don’t have a clue who’s hot in music now or who the stars or shows are that make tv.
I’ve been single for four years and I’m not sure, but I think I’m starting to like it (but I’m not sure).
By the time I was 21 I’d spent almost 14 mos. of my life in hospitals, primarily for bumping into stuff more solid than me (put a bike handlebar through my liver, a steering wheel in my gut, that kind of stuff). Only one overnight visit since. I did, though, have my doctor tell me, when examining some chest x-rays in ~1986, that there were 3 healed broken ribs that were not on my 1982 x-rays (aligned, apparently happened at the same time). So, not trying to say I’m too macho to feel pain or anything (macho is not a word that would occur to you if you met me), it can happen! My best guess was a parachute harness???
I’m generally percieved as a nice guy w/some opinions, but I’ve been in the pokey 4 times. Never for being bad to somebody, always for too much fun or being a long haired guy in the wrong place at the wrong time: 1) 1971, campfire in a state park (NOT mine - see “longhair guy…”) one week in the Monterey County (CA) jail (that truly was a kind of an Alice’s Restaurant experience), 2) 1972, felony possesion of marijuana - booked and dismissed - one night in the Houston (TX) city tank, 3) 1975, public intoxication - booked and paid fine - one night in Williams Co. (TX) jail (aftermath of a friend’s wedding) and 4)1983, public intoxication - booked and posted bond - three days in the Orleans Parish Prison (New Orleans - if you’re gonna do some tank time I can tell you - worst food I’ve experienced but easily the most colorful clientele). There’s at least partially exonerating stories behind all, but I’m sure you knew that.
I’ve been self-employed much of my life and this has included: drummer (4years), taxicab owner/operator (3years) and consulting geophysicist (10 years).
I’m quite good at what I do (explore for oil & gas, I’ve found a bit) and enjoy what I’ve learned and continue to learn, but the roller coaster ride of the grease biz has got me wondering if I shouldn’t be considering new ideas.
From Stoi:
OK, OK, stop now. I guess I can blather on about myself with the best of’em.
Fresh material, voltaire.
Regards
Diane-
Well the only thing sexier than Green Eyes, is a self-confident woman. and I know you are that!
This is a very narcistic subject. But I’ll go on. I’m not any more special than the rest of you. I’m 40 and I went to college. I work in a restaurant. I don’t really have a specific job there, I can do any job at the place including managing, and do. They like me and its been years and the way we do with each other is getting more and more comfortable. We’re too small to have our own union and I don’t know about what I can get in to. But I’m glad to have this opportunity to talk about myself a little bit.
Well, if I gotta brag…
I taught myself to read. When I was three.
I can improvise a tasty meal with available ingredients.
I can grasp abstractions quickly.
I’m a good listener.
I’m good in the sack. 
I can raise one eyebrow.
I can make other people raise their eyebrows. 
Someday we’ll look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject…
I forget what we were supposed to share. I just looked up beatle and his 450 or so meaningful posts. I can manage a serious reply when the topic seems to need it, but most of my smartass comments are short.Here’s a sampling of topics:
temp of steam sunbear 09-10-1999 General Questions
Can “higher” animals “think”? sunbear 09-10-1999 General Questions
Analog alarm clocks sunbear 09-10-1999 General Questions
Potty Training sunbear 09-06-1999 MPSIMS
OH ÇR@¶! sunbear 09-06-1999 MPSIMS
What else are you doing while you’re online? sunbear 09-06-1999 MPSIMS
Chef Troy asks for the Teeming Millions’ Help! sunbear 09-07-1999 MPSIMS
Things you love/hate about your car sunbear 09-07-1999 MPSIMS
senseless ramblings sunbear 09-08-1999 MPSIMS
Creating your own fictitious characters sunbear 09-08-1999 MPSIMS
So really, I didn’t share anything here. I will, however, share my e mail addtress, just this once. It will be her forever, of course, but harder to find.
terontorvest@hotmail.com
I write some columns for a newspaper in Florida. Most of them are not in English, but two are: http://www.uutiset.com/terontorvest/music.html http://www.uutiset.com/terontorvest/saami.html
I’m an immigrant, came to the US at age 12. That would make me a firtst generation immigrant. However, I would just call it the 0.5 generation, sice I really had no choice in the matter, of coming. And later I had little chance of going back.My family is American and they do not speak my native language(my wife does, a bit, not well). I have no relatives here, only in-laws.
I’m beginning to misspell words more than I did when in school, so I guess I’m becoming more (>80% culturally)American.I tend to use a little odd word order, sometimes.
Hey everybody. Right, braggin time.
I learn quickly.
I’m a good teacher. I can make even technical information easily accessable through creative analogies.
I have dark blue eyes that change color to grey or light blue in the right lighting conditions.
I’ve never done drugs.
I just turned 30 and I still get carded more often than not.
I’m a gentleman and a romantic.
When I make love, I bring passion, patience, determination, and creativity. I also have a black belt in Lick Fu.
I’m a great listener.
When I’m on a roll, I can make anybody laugh.
I’m a wonderful kisser (or so I’ve been told).
I’m a fairly smart guy.
I can throw sarcasm like a monkey flings it’s own feces.
Oh yeah, and I’m modest.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
My first grade teacher would conduct spelling bees and pit the boys vs. the girls. I always carried the boys. We lost only once when I misspelled LADDER. I spelled it L-A-D-D-Y. From that humiliating moment forward, in all of my following years of schooling - grade school through college - I never misspelled another word on any grammar quiz AND I achieved this without the benefit of studying.
“Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore.’”
E A Poe
hmmm to brag or not to brag… that is the question lol… lets see here…
i can sing… like an angel im told…sang for the royal family quite a few years back
when i was in the fourth grade i was told i had attitude and tone… guess that meant i was on my way to womanhood hehe
im warm hearted… love to laugh and absolutely cant stand to see people hurt
im honest… sometimes to a fault… but hey… this is my brag so… im bragging that im honest lol
someone tells me im cute… thats a good thing to brag about
kids love me and i love them… for some reason they have always flocked to me.
im a great friend… i treat my friends with respect and grace and am very open about my love for them
well thats kinda me in a nutshell lol… have a great day
Lick Fu
Sounds like one of the marital arts.
If Muke King doesn’t get on the stick, I’ll soon be Jesus Christ with a Twelve Inch Penis.
I’m posting here again to force this topic back to the top. Please see my other post in the BBQ pit under “Why are there so many damn shootings?”
We all know what’s wrong with us, please tell us what’s right, or good or even down right silly!
The moon looks on many flowers, the flowers on but one moon.
I can draw.
I’m pretty darn good at web design.
I can eat all sorts of junk and not put on an ounce of weight.
I don’t drink alcohol.
I don’t use illegal drugs.
I don’t smoke.
I also have never had sex, but that’s nothing to brag about.
I’m an excellent listener.
I can write. Humour.
I am a creative genius looking for his element.
I am a stage actor, and a pretty good one if I do say so myself.
I have excellent comic timing.
I know so much trivial junk I can’t keep it all in my head, it’s leaking out my ears.
I’m great at spelling, except for simple words like rhythm (rythym? rhythym?) or connossieur/connosieur/connossieure.
I can’t dance, I can’t talk, only thing about me is the way that I walk. I can’t dance, I can’t sing, I’m just standing here sellin’ everything.
I can’t swim, either.
I have never eaten vegetables or fruit, yet I still live.
I am a special effects fan.
I wish I could direct Children’s television.
Or porn. One or the other.
I can see from Byzantine’s message that I can do this. Post again so thet the thread becomes active some more.
Hmmm…
-I am 6’4
-I have surfed 18 foot Pipeline and 15 foot Sunset
-I have written 4 sci fi stories and have 5 half written ones sitting on my computer (never published except on Shapcano’s Shadowrun Stories under my pen name)
-I have caught Mono, Malaria, and several other life threatening diseases in the middle of no where and survived them
-I saw the Rainforest
-I once bungie jumped nude off a Colorado bridge
-I have never had a cavity
-I have been shot at and survived
-I have grappled with a man bigger than me and won
-I do a job that I love to do not because I have to
-I have slept under a tropical night in a hammock while it was raining on a porch surrounded by misquito netting (trust me…NOTHING compares to having tropical breezes rocking you to sleep)
-I have been several places that people do not know exist (The Isle of Sumatra, Pago Pago, Bells Beach)
-I let life lead me where to go…not a job or worries about the future
-I can eat a habernero pepper without dying
-I have danced wildly in a grass skirt in a parade in Rio
and to top it all
-and I am only 25…I have a lot of livin still to do!
I just wanted tell GuanoLad how much I love him. That’s all.
Veni, Vidi, Visa … I came, I saw, I bought.