I have a “Radiation Area - No Entry” sign from the prototype plant (S1W) for the first nuclear submarine (The Nautilus). I know it’s from there because I took it.
The first two schools I attended had both had the roofs taken off by tornados.
I have been driving since I was seven years old.
I can say “Hello”, “Goodbye” and “Thank You” (but not much else) in at least 12 languages.
I learned Fortran on a computer that filled a room, had no CRT, and was programmed strictly from punch cards. It had 8K of RAM. I was in high school, but most of the CompSci students thought I was a TA.
One winter when TV was nothing but reruns, I got bored. So I took classes and became a certified Emergency Medical Technician.
Several years ago, I saved the life of a neighbor’s baby who had choked and stopped breathing.
I am a great person in a crisis situation. I’ve been trained as an EMT, a whitewater rafting guide and spent several years working with violently aggressive adults with mental retardation/emotional disturbance. Plus, I spent several years partying with oilfield trash (and that’s a proud designation).
For the rest of my life, if you add the numbers of the date of my birthday, it will equal my age. For example, this year, on 7-7-03, I will be 17 (7+7+3=17)
Partly for religious reasons, I once broke up with a girl because she said she wanted to give me a blowjob the next time she saw me.
About 18 months later, I lost my virginity to a prostitute.
When I was 12, I once masturbated to orgasm eight times in one day.
I could auto-fellate when I was in high school.
I did not have an orgasm with the last four women I slept with, however three of them had multiple orgasms. (Okay, maybe not “cool,” but certainly interesting. And strange.)
I just have to take a stab at this. The only scenario I could imagine for this that didn’t involve inbreeding was that one of your great-grandparents’ siblings married the widow of their uncle. Is that how it worked?
Had reservations for 2 on Pan Am to the moon after the first manned landing in '69. Confirmed in '70 or '71. Tried to re-confirm a few years later with no success. (seems they had to start a special program or some such horse shit)
Anyhow, I HAD RESERVATIONS TO THE MOON ON PAN AM!
I know all 40 PAS International Snare Drum Rudiments. I’m still chasing those darned hybrid rudiments…
My grandfather was a professional fast-pitch softball pitcher who once played with Chuck Connors (The Rifle Man).
I owned, for a period of four months or so, one of Vince Gill’s guitar picks; it came from one of my friends who knew a local keyboardist who is good friends with Vince. I eventually gave it back when my friend needed a pick during practice.
I found this one out the other day – I can sing down to the bottom of the piano, though not with any great skill.
I once checked out (and ended up carrying out groceries for) a local news anchor who gave me the days news in the parking lot.
I once had a private lunch with the former palace chef for the Hapsbergs. It took place on the grounds of Schoenbrun Palace. (See what can happen when you abandon the tour bus?)
When I was in high school, I wrote a fan letter to J. Michael Straczynski. He sent back a very nice reply and an autographed script for one of his shows (it was for my favorite episode!).
As a result of Straczynski, I felt encouraged enough to submit a script to the show. He had actually left it a while ago, and boy I am glad because my script STANK!
When I was REALLY young, I wrote a fan letter to P.D.Q. Bach bargaincountertenor John Ferrante and got a totally unexpected phone call back!
