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- I tend to speak in random accents. I'll pick up bits and pieces of them from various sources (for example I watch so much Red Green that I sometimes sound Canadian). Sometimes I'll have two or three in the same sentence.

I love Red Green - love him love him love him! That you do as well, Laser, almost reconciles me to the fact that such an obviously nice guy as you can like the...the...the...Yankees! Eek! But as I said, I am almost reconciled, now.

Hmmm, some facts about me:

I hate moths. HATE them. I mean, they're OK when they're outside fluttering around doing their little mothy business, but when they get in the house, I'm repulsed, and when they get in my face - why do they do that? why? why? why - I am freaked out, and when there are several of them clustered together, like around a porch light and I have to get anywhere near them, I am completely freaked out. I can pretend (sort of) that I'm not so long as they don't actually touch me, but if they do, I shriek like a little girl. Alas, alas.

I served as a juror in a murder trial once. (To answer the question that will inevitably enter any reader's mind: We found him guilty, guilty, guilty. It was an extraordinarily clear case. However, the prosecution for some reason didn't ask for the death penalty, so we didn't have to cope with that. He got 60 years.) It was...interesting. Extremely stressful, but interesting. I hope I don't have to do that again for a long, long time.

I love carrots, and I eat them like this: I nibble the outside first, leaving the core untouched if possible, and then once I've eaten the outside, then I eat the core. I have no idea why.
 
I love carrots, and I eat them like this: I nibble the outside first, leaving the core untouched if possible, and then once I've eaten the outside, then I eat the core. I have no idea why.
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I eat carrots the same way. I thought I was the ONLY person who did this. People always look at me like I'm some freak. I do the same thing with pretzel rods and candy canes--pretty much anything long and slender.

And, while I've never juried a murder case, I did do a grand larceny one last winter. Put the fucker away for 25 years. :techman:
 
I hate moths. HATE them. I mean, they're OK when they're outside fluttering around doing their little mothy business, but when they get in the house, I'm repulsed, and when they get in my face - why do they do that? why? why? why - I am freaked out, and when there are several of them clustered together, like around a porch light and I have to get anywhere near them, I am completely freaked out. I can pretend (sort of) that I'm not so long as they don't actually touch me, but if they do, I shriek like a little girl. Alas, alas.

My sister's the exact same way. I've never understood it. I mean I hate insects, but I don't understand her sheer terror at moths.
I love carrots, and I eat them like this: I nibble the outside first, leaving the core untouched if possible, and then once I've eaten the outside, then I eat the core. I have no idea why.
I do this too but only around siblings and my husband! Thank you for making me feel just slightly less odd. They all think I'm nuts.
 
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I eat carrots the same way. I thought I was the ONLY person who did this. People always look at me like I'm some freak. I do the same thing with pretzel rods and candy canes--pretty much anything long and slender.

No! I...no! Really? No! I cannot believe this. Yes, I thought I was the only person who does this, and in fact, I've been repeatedly told I'm the only person who does this. And I'm not. Wow. It's going to take me a while to process this information.

We really should have lunch together, Corporal (edit: and Kestra). And have carrots, of course. And invite some of those people who have assured us of our freakitude.

I don't do the same thing with pretzels (though I suck the salt off, of course - why anybody would eat salt-free pretzels is a mystery to me), but I do tear the strings off celery and eat them first before eating the rest of the celery.

Who said you're not supposed to play with your food?
 
why anybody would eat salt-free pretzels is a mystery to me

Holy God, my wife eats these and I can't fathom it. She does it in spurts, usually after she's read some new health article on CNN.com.

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Catacera, why on Earth did you buy salt-free pretzels?"

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Because I'm trying to lose weight. Lowering your sodium intake can do that!

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Then why in all the Christian hells did you buy a box of frozen burritos and three cans of Spam?
 
I like salt-free pretzels. (Actually I buy the pretzel 'stix' at Auntie Anne's) The kind of salt they put on pretzels, I hate. Even in small quantities it makes me want to puke.

JustKate: Nice to see a fellow Red Green fan! :techman: Dare I ask what *your* favorite baseball team is though? ;)
 
We really should have lunch together, Corporal (edit: and Kestra). And have carrots, of course.
I'll buy! :techman:

why anybody would eat salt-free pretzels is a mystery to me
By choice? Your guess is as good as mine. Though, I suppose some people have to for health concerns. My dad, for instance, loves pretzels, but since his stroke, he's had to eat salt-free.

Who said you're not supposed to play with your food?
People who say that live boring lives. I assure you.
 
I hate moths. HATE them. I mean, they're OK when they're outside fluttering around doing their little mothy business, but when they get in the house, I'm repulsed, and when they get in my face - why do they do that? why? why? why - I am freaked out, and when there are several of them clustered together, like around a porch light and I have to get anywhere near them, I am completely freaked out. I can pretend (sort of) that I'm not so long as they don't actually touch me, but if they do, I shriek like a little girl. Alas, alas.

We have been getting the biggest moths recently. On these balmy summer evenings (:rolleyes:) I like having the big windows open and candles lit, obviously turning my place into a moth magnet. These things have been huge ~ 3-4 inches wide with plump, thick bodies. Now I have convinced myself that they are just night butterflies I find them beautiful.

My son's friend, the ultimate teenager Keifer, totally freaked out though ~ never seen a kid climb over the back of an armchair so fast :guffaw:
 
I once placed 3rd. in a state wide target shooting competition. Let's just say hunting is not a really big challenge. Usually quick, swift and only one round...
 
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I hate moths. HATE them. I mean, they're OK when they're outside fluttering around doing their little mothy business, but when they get in the house, I'm repulsed, and when they get in my face - why do they do that? why? why? why - I am freaked out, and when there are several of them clustered together, like around a porch light and I have to get anywhere near them, I am completely freaked out. I can pretend (sort of) that I'm not so long as they don't actually touch me, but if they do, I shriek like a little girl. Alas, alas.

We have been getting the biggest moths recently. On these balmy summer evenings (:rolleyes:) I like having the big windows open and candles lit, obviously turning my place into a moth magnet. These things have been huge ~ 3-4 inches wide with plump, thick bodies. Now I have convinced myself that they are just night butterflies I find them beautiful.

My son's friend, the ultimate teenager Keifer, totally freaked out though ~ never seen a kid climb over the back of an armchair so fast :guffaw:


First of all, moths are totally harmless. They can't bite or sting. In fact most don't eat at all, having been "charged up" like a battery when in larva form.

Second, the description "night butterfly" is a good one, after all they are closely related critters.

Moths get confused by the light, they orient themselves by moon-glow and any really bright light confuses them and they fly twords it. If the moths are getting to be bothersome just dim your light or put a shade on the side facing the window.
 
At the age of 9, I almost killed myself when my sister, neighbor and I 'borrowed' my neighbor's dad's high performance ATC and I flipped it while attempting to drive it down a hill. The only reason I wasn't crushed to death was because the bike's seat was concave and and I happened to be in just the right place when it landed atop me. We righted the bike, and pushed it over a 1/2 mile to return it to the garage. My neighbor's parents never found out what we did. When my mom asked how I got so banged up, I lied and told her I fell off an embankment and into a mesquite bush. My sister and neighbor corroborated my lie, and my parent still doesn't know that I almost died during the comission of a vehicular theft.

A brown recluse spider bit me during my third year of college and left me unable to walk for two weeks. As a result, I am blindly terrified of spiders and all arachnids that now cross my path must pay for the sins of their fathers, swiftly and punitively. It ain't fair to the spiders, but life ain't fair.
 
That reminds me, 10 years ago I was also bitten by a spider. Nothing much came of it, but I was scared to death that I would die.. but since I saw the swelling days after I had been bitten (and dont know what spider it was) and was OK (nauseaus.) It was deemed that " I would live ".

No spider around me can feel safe now.
 
Fascinating thread. Humans in their infinite diversity.

Okay. 3 things about me, one a bit odd (you decide which :D ).

One.
When I was a kid, we lived on a big property in New South Wales. My Dad was the overseer there when it was the biggest single wheat producing property in the Southern Hemisphere. It was a great place to have a childhood.

Two.
When I was there, I hurt myself, a cut on my right ankle. because it hurt like hell, I put a bandaid on it straight away. Later, when the bandaid fell off, the skin had folded back into place and started to heal... trapping some of the soil underneath. Now that place is with me wherever I go. I couldn't be happier.

Three.
I have noticed something I call , probably innaccurately, Mirror Image Acne. It's a weird skin thing. If I get a pimple or spot on one part of my body, say above my left knee, one will appear in the same area above my right knee. Not exactly the same spot (no pun intended), but within a few inches of it. I've had a small wart on my inner left arm for a while, but recently noticed its clone has popped up on my right arm. I dismissed it as a coincidence when it first started, but it's been going on for eight or nine years minimum. Anyone else experienced something like it?

And Kestra, I really like the person you are inside, the exterior isn't everything.
 
* When I was 17 years old I went hood surfing, by which one stands on the hood of a car while an operator is inside the vehicle driving it. A wager was made to see who could hold on when going over railroad tracks. I lost the bet.

* In the summer months I like to go tornado chasing. When I was 18 my friend and I chased a supercell across three counties. During that chase, the wipers on my 1984 Ford Tempo quit working. Well, since he was driving, I grabbed a large blue towel and leaned out the window, while we were still moving, and started wiping the window down in the heavy rain and hail. The hail hurt.


J.
 
As Spock said, it's pretty hard to go into without a common frame of reference.

You mean we'd have to DIE to discuss your insights on DEATH? :wtf: ;)

Well, I can tell you there was no tunnel of light thing, and no seeing my life pass in front of my eyes thing (which is a relief, cos I'd have been bored stiff. I mean, I hate hearing my voice on a tape, so that'd really have pissed me off...)

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that really made me LOL.
 
I got run over by a lawn mower in reverse and had my right arm cut off at the shoulder (and shoulder blade smashed) when I was two.

Hasn't slowed me down as I''m the only one-armed certified NSS-CDS Full-Cave Diver in the world.

Being one-armed and making a living as a photojournalist for a large and respected daily newspaper has raised a few eyebrows too.

I've been asked numerous times what it is like to have one arm but I can't answer as it is all I know. Tell me what it is like to have two arms? Doesn't the extra one get in the way? How do you decide which hand to use? lol... things I don't have to worry about.
 
I haven't thrown up in 6 or 7 years (not counting the occasional time when I throw up a little in my mouth). In fact, I haven't been seriously sick in a few years. I usually just get a mild cold 2 or 3 times a year, with a strong cold thrown in every once in a while.

I don't like foods that are naturally green, unless they're in a soup/stew and used in moderation.

I've never been drunk, it just doesn't sound fun.

I've never smoked a cigarette or done any drugs.
 
The documentary won an Emmy.
That it did. I have only just recently seen it; for a long time the extent of the footage I'd watched was the TV trailer, which included a touching slo-mo of my sister and I running into our mom's waiting arms.
As a kid it was quite easy to accept that my mom was a multiple. There were other people living inside her that would sometimes come out and play/talk/whatever with us, and that was just how it was. They had different voices and likes and dislikes, some of them couldn't see without strong glasses, others couldn't see with the glasses on, and so on. It's only now that I think back and realize how odd it really was, especially as all but one of the alters has integrated and I can see bits of all the others in her now. She is not the same people she was when I was a kid.

Wow, that's fascinating. I think I remember watching that back in the early 90's. Was it one of the American Undercover series of HBO docs.?
Yep, that was the one. Every once in a while it strikes me as to just how odd my childhood really was -- my mom's MPD was just one of many unusual things about my family.

As for other interesting things (though I don't know how interesting they really are): I've had about 20 surgeries to restore hearing, all before the age of twelve -- most people don't know that I couldn't hear and communicated in ASL until the age of four; I was also lost at see once, when I was five, though I'm pretty sure I've shared that story here before; I can copy photographs exactly with pencil or pen and ink, so that they can be laid atop the original and appear to have been traced; and I can list the US states in alphabetical order in 25 seconds or less!
 
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