I want to be fluent in every language in the world.
Not gonna happen. It’s taken me about a decade just to learn Spanish. Foo.
A pull up.
At my most healthy, strongest body and lowest weight, I could not do a pull up. I actually could not figure out what muscles I needed to move. That was about 5 years ago and I’m only getting older and fatter.
Ah, the Pee of Tranquility.
Compete the the Nathan’s hot dog eating contest. I had a gastric bypass a few years back, and it’s all I can do to eat 2 hotdogs at a sitting. If I tried 50, I’d be running at both ends before exploding violently.
Do time in a Turkish prison.
Give a sitting President of the U.S. a killer wedgie.
Taste an Ivory Billed Woodpecker.
Win the entire Westminster Dog Show with some dog I picked up at the pound.
Work as an Alaskan bush pilot.
Own a famous Louisiana plantation house but that one might be a maybe.
Kick Kim Jong il hard in the nuts as he is laying on his deathbed.
Design a large building that is both attractive AND functional.
Throwing a football for any sort of distance or accuracy. I’ve been told that there’s a certain age-range after which such skills are very, very difficult to learn, and I know I -never- played catch or anything similar before those ages with anything more fast-moving than a balloon. Believe me, I regret how terribly I throw.
I wonder if I’ll ever visit the US. I keep having dreams where in the dream I say to myself “I’m finally here, and it’s not just one of them dreams where I think I’m here and I’m not dreaming”
I have New York in mind specifically.