I have posted details about myself, but nothing extraordinary. I’d have to be pretty weird to lie about some of the things I’ve revealed!
I think everyone has something about them that would make for a good “Ask the…” thread. It’s just that some of us are more attention-whorish than others. 
I didn’t come up with that. Someone in the Pit thread did. I’m just the person who managed to misspell it in this thread.
I don’t know if I’ve really posted anything that would be unbelievable. I think my overall resume of education/experience sounds relatively impressive for the average person, but it’s likely not going to stand out here, as the education level and intellect here is pretty elevated compared to the general population. Still, it’s likely the ‘most extraordinary’ thing about me, I guess.
I’m an accomplished photographer who has been published in books and I run a photography review and technique website. I was valedictorian of my high school class (of 425), graduated with a BS in Electrical Engineering from Cornell University, am a veteran of the Iraq War and left the Army as a Captain, and I’m a registered Professional Engineer. I don’t know…is that extraordinary? Other than that I’m a run of the mill guy…a good dad and good husband and I don’t really have any truly unique things about me.
That would be me!
I’ve posted about any number of odd aspects of my childhood, and I’m somewhat surprised that nobody has accused me of making things up. The main ones are that we had a summer cabin at a nudist camp and that I was a ventriloquist.
My dad was the one with the really extraordinary life, a workaholic who always had several jobs at once. During one period, he was the morning and afternoon traffic reporter for a radio station, compiling his reports by listening to police scanners while shaving, showering, eating breakfast, etc.; then calling in his reports. During the day, he was “Officer Friendly”, the police officer who visited schools teaching traffic safety. On weekends, he was Ronald McDonald. And during holiday periods, he was a magician and Punch & Judy puppeteer (my vent act was between his magic and puppet acts).
Compared to him, my life has been fairly humdrum.
Probably the post or two where I’ve referred to losing my first-born son to SIDS. I know a lot of the mommy-boards are plagued by fake-dead-baby stories from sympathy trolls, so I wouldn’t be surprised to be doubted. The whole aftermath was so horrendous too, that even at the time family were telling me “This is so unbelievable, you should write a book about it”.
Given that there are people in my RL who have no idea, I don’t think I’m too attention-whorish about it, and no, I will not be starting a “Ask the Mother of..” thread anytime soon.
I’ve only just started posting here after a long, long period of lurking. I’ve been following the umkay threads some. Now I’m kind of scared that if I mention certain things about my life, I’ll have to spend a ton of time defending them. So for now, I’ll try to post minor contributions to other threads and avoid mentioning that I’m a formerly-homeless, formerly-heroin-addicted, bisexual, freight-train-riding, 22-year old art-school-dropout who lives in a legal squat house with a much older man, lost my mother at a young age, was raised conservative Catholic, and hangs out with a lot of very very strange people. 
(Yes, I know that was ungrammatical as fuck, but I don’t even know how to begin parsing that sentence correctly!)
I think I wrote that I was happy Italy reached the semi finals of euro 2012 this week… yeah, that one still keeps me awake at night.
That I actually purposely disabled myself (just posted it now). I had to become who I always felt myself to be. I am happy now.
I’ve had lots of people question the truth of my history, I usually tell them “I’m sorry your life has been boring”. 
I’m sorry my life has been boring, too!
Well, sort of sorry. I’d love to have had some of the wonderfully extraordinary experiences people have mentioned, but I’m glad I never had to deal with some of the awful things.
I guess that my rats win at shows.
I mean, I’ve met plenty of people who think that folks showing rats at all is in the category of “unbelievable.”
Nothing too extraordinary. Mostly about interesting people I’ve met or that kind of thing.
The biggest thing that comes to mind is the time I posted about a fun dinner I went to. It was one of Chef Stephanie Izard’s “Wandering Goat” dinners, back before she opened her restaurant, and it was held at Chef Art Smith’s home.
That I’ve never had even one acne pimple on my face. Sounds crazy, I know- but it’s true!
A long time ago I posted about the barely-teenage kid I found hanging by the neck in a hotel bathroom. If I remember the thread correctly, it was very stream of consciousness style verbal vomit, because the incident was still so fresh in my mind and I just felt an urge to get it written down somewhere as fast as possible. I don’t want to search for or read the thread again, but I’m sure it came across as pretty unbelievable at the time.
I was born the only white child of a poor, black sharecropper family.
What?
So one day you thought, “Hey I wanna be in a wheelchair! Now how do I go about doing that? I could just buy one and wheel around in it. Naw, too easy. I could get a bat and just break my own legs, naw, too easy. I know I’ll get wasted drunk, get into a car WITH A FRIEND and go hot wheeling around town and crash into a tree (or whatever it was you crashed into).”?
That’s really fucked up.
Yeah I’m curious about this too. What do you mean?
Come on, folks. Let’s get our whoosh meters callibrated.
Heh…
I’m amazed by people who never seem to have explored any options, apparently moving on rails from one pre-defined life choice to another. One thing I learned from my dad was that you should be able to do anything you put your mind to. So I’ve developed an interest in different areas and managed to learn enough to work in that field - sound engineer, animator, video editor, web developer, whatever.
The most extraordinary individual event was probably the evening a businessman from Texas came to the house to learn how to spit fire, dad and this guy practicing out in the driveway (that’s spitting fire. Just eating fire is for pussies.)