Something we don't know about you....
when i was 16 or 17 sammy hagar smoked me out. i know i could have 'had' him, but i was there with my boyfriend.
in february i got both my knees replaced with metal knees. i love my scars.
i am over-the-top in love with my boyfriend. we just got back together last august after being apart for 5 years. not a day went by that i didnt miss him and wish we were together. he doesnt know that part.
i've gone to burning man for 8 consecutive years, but i dont know if i can go this year because i'm barely surviving on disability and dont go back to work until mid-september. it's hard to get my basic bills paid on half my salary.
waaa (it's ok for me to whine because i was raised in napa, the whine country)
gael
in february i got both my knees replaced with metal knees. i love my scars.
i am over-the-top in love with my boyfriend. we just got back together last august after being apart for 5 years. not a day went by that i didnt miss him and wish we were together. he doesnt know that part.
i've gone to burning man for 8 consecutive years, but i dont know if i can go this year because i'm barely surviving on disability and dont go back to work until mid-september. it's hard to get my basic bills paid on half my salary.
waaa (it's ok for me to whine because i was raised in napa, the whine country)
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Good story Robbi, but that still dosen't explain the scar on your back and cheek.
I can make up a story for you if you like.
Once upon a time, there was a cute redhead who loved to log-roll in the millpond. One day, while,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
"Those were the days. Back before the time that mothers would send their kid to the doctor just for the sniffles." Robbidobbs
I grew up with 8 bro and sis. We were considered disposable. We weren't allowed in the house during the day. My mother's rule was "you can't come inside unless you're bleeding.
My brother put a pitchfork through his foot,,,that passed.
My rocket car blew up in my hand, but there was no blood so ,,,no entry.
If you could prove a broken bone, that was good for entry.
Arc burn and pipe-bomb injuries weren't good enough.
Surprisingly , my homr-made bazooka and home-made crossbow never drew blood.
We never had much sibling rivalry. If my younger bros gave me any shit,,,,,I made them go in the undergroung fort, and then caved it in on them.
I got one of my sis to lie down in the orange grove for an hour hoping that the vultures would come in close enough so that I could shoot them with my crossbow.
We threw oranges at the hoboes on the trains. They wouldn't dodge because they were trying to catch and eat them.
I arc burned my eyes first time when I was 12. I had a home-made arc light that I used to signal my friend up in the hills.
Being blind really sucks.
Before I was 15, I had been blinded, burned badly, shot in the head, electrocuted, nails through the feet, nearly drowned,and nearly died on the operating table. It was never boring.
Dan
I can make up a story for you if you like.
Once upon a time, there was a cute redhead who loved to log-roll in the millpond. One day, while,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
"Those were the days. Back before the time that mothers would send their kid to the doctor just for the sniffles." Robbidobbs
I grew up with 8 bro and sis. We were considered disposable. We weren't allowed in the house during the day. My mother's rule was "you can't come inside unless you're bleeding.
My brother put a pitchfork through his foot,,,that passed.
My rocket car blew up in my hand, but there was no blood so ,,,no entry.
If you could prove a broken bone, that was good for entry.
Arc burn and pipe-bomb injuries weren't good enough.
Surprisingly , my homr-made bazooka and home-made crossbow never drew blood.
We never had much sibling rivalry. If my younger bros gave me any shit,,,,,I made them go in the undergroung fort, and then caved it in on them.
I got one of my sis to lie down in the orange grove for an hour hoping that the vultures would come in close enough so that I could shoot them with my crossbow.
We threw oranges at the hoboes on the trains. They wouldn't dodge because they were trying to catch and eat them.
I arc burned my eyes first time when I was 12. I had a home-made arc light that I used to signal my friend up in the hills.
Being blind really sucks.
Before I was 15, I had been blinded, burned badly, shot in the head, electrocuted, nails through the feet, nearly drowned,and nearly died on the operating table. It was never boring.
Dan
I don't post things because I believe that they are the absolute truth. I post them because I believe that they should be considered.
heres three:
1)traveling all-star soccer team goalie
2)"pronounced dead"
3)massaged the feet of an accident victim while waiting for helicopter evac,
we were the 2nd car (van actually, on tour at the time) on the scene of an 8 victim wreck.
and i may or may not be a robot.
d6,
please dont play the "ghostbusters" song...its bad singing makes me sad
1)traveling all-star soccer team goalie
2)"pronounced dead"
3)massaged the feet of an accident victim while waiting for helicopter evac,
we were the 2nd car (van actually, on tour at the time) on the scene of an 8 victim wreck.
and i may or may not be a robot.
d6,
please dont play the "ghostbusters" song...its bad singing makes me sad
your witty rejoinder just flew over my head.....
no trust fund getting supply buying self-reliant non-bankrolled questionable artistic contributor sacrificing electronics at will build it destroy it clean it haul it financially uninterested uber-bot
no trust fund getting supply buying self-reliant non-bankrolled questionable artistic contributor sacrificing electronics at will build it destroy it clean it haul it financially uninterested uber-bot
I traded a pair of jeans for my loss of virginity in the Soviet Union in 1987, to the prettiest girl I saw during my entire 8 days there.
I had a funny bandage on my face at the time, from an accident a couple days before (Soviet hospital visit a whole 'nother story).
I had never even kissed a girl before, let alone done the do.
This mediocre bit of intercourse wasn't worthy of applause, but she gave me the clap anyway. Untreated for 5 weeks, besides making me Mr. Bernie Sensation, it sapped enough energy from me to make basic tasks like climbing stairs exhausting. Stateside, I was, er, laid up for 3 days. Still grateful to my doc for telling Mom it was mono.
And actually, the whole sordid exchange ended with a sweet gesture on her part. A wet kiss on my cheek, which was slowly, slowly rubbed by her thumb until dry.
Anya was her name.
I had a funny bandage on my face at the time, from an accident a couple days before (Soviet hospital visit a whole 'nother story).
I had never even kissed a girl before, let alone done the do.
This mediocre bit of intercourse wasn't worthy of applause, but she gave me the clap anyway. Untreated for 5 weeks, besides making me Mr. Bernie Sensation, it sapped enough energy from me to make basic tasks like climbing stairs exhausting. Stateside, I was, er, laid up for 3 days. Still grateful to my doc for telling Mom it was mono.
And actually, the whole sordid exchange ended with a sweet gesture on her part. A wet kiss on my cheek, which was slowly, slowly rubbed by her thumb until dry.
Anya was her name.
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Since mylarry never posts here, I'll do it for him:
He's helped deliver a baby on a speedboat.
He had a honeylocust thorn branch stuck through his thigh and walkied back to camp where he had one of his fellow scouts hang onto it with pliers so he could pull it out. The other scout fainted.
He caught a six foot eastern diamondback in midstrike as it went for his friend.
He's helped deliver a baby on a speedboat.
He had a honeylocust thorn branch stuck through his thigh and walkied back to camp where he had one of his fellow scouts hang onto it with pliers so he could pull it out. The other scout fainted.
He caught a six foot eastern diamondback in midstrike as it went for his friend.
I may or may not be a distance relative of Samuel Clemens/Mark Twain. It all depends upon who you ask in that particular branch of the family. I seem to have inherited many of his attitudes, if that is even possible (are attitudes genetic?!
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My best friend was part of the movie committee which brought an X-Rated movie to U.W. Platteville and caused an uproar here in the mid-West back in the 1980s. (They successfully defended showing it by arguing free speech and that an X-Rated movie was what the results of their student survey showed the students wanted.) Unfortunatley, I had already flunked out of college (for the first time), and mostly missed the uproar.
I have twice been the one to instigate sending a Get Well card to fellow workers. The first time was a cashier who was deathly ill due to her doctors not communicating about what medications she was taking. The second time is current. I'm not certain what Mary Kay is in the hospital for, just that she was there until a week before our class showed up for training (she teaches Registration to us new recruits at the Dept. of Transportation here in Wisconsin). Unfortunately, her health is pretty bad, and she might not be able to make it for Advanced Registration.
I seem to damage electronic devices by my presence. With two exceptions, all the cars that I have owned have developed electrical problems. The first one, the Nova, would have its carpet smolder whenever I turned on the headlights. The Hyundai would have its battery just suddenly die, once while I was picking up food at a Taco Bell drive up window. The Escort would have its dashboard lights wait a few minutes to come on whenever I would turn on the headlights. The Kia was bought new and destroyed less than nine months latter in a collusion (and I am still paying on it). The Mercury had too many problems to list, some of them electrical. My current vehicle, the Saturn, already had the electric problems when my brother gave it to me (dome light doesn't work, air conditioner doesn't work-- but whether or not that is electrical I can't tell), so I am not certain it counts. Anyway, my boomboxes, Walkman-like steroes, etc. all seem to just suddenly stop working for no apparent reason. As did two of my electric razors...., and at least one electric toothbrush come to think of it. When I first started wearing digital watches they kept stopping-- although that only seemed to happen in my early teens. Oh, this current computer keeps locking up at random intervals.
B.
My best friend was part of the movie committee which brought an X-Rated movie to U.W. Platteville and caused an uproar here in the mid-West back in the 1980s. (They successfully defended showing it by arguing free speech and that an X-Rated movie was what the results of their student survey showed the students wanted.) Unfortunatley, I had already flunked out of college (for the first time), and mostly missed the uproar.
I have twice been the one to instigate sending a Get Well card to fellow workers. The first time was a cashier who was deathly ill due to her doctors not communicating about what medications she was taking. The second time is current. I'm not certain what Mary Kay is in the hospital for, just that she was there until a week before our class showed up for training (she teaches Registration to us new recruits at the Dept. of Transportation here in Wisconsin). Unfortunately, her health is pretty bad, and she might not be able to make it for Advanced Registration.
I seem to damage electronic devices by my presence. With two exceptions, all the cars that I have owned have developed electrical problems. The first one, the Nova, would have its carpet smolder whenever I turned on the headlights. The Hyundai would have its battery just suddenly die, once while I was picking up food at a Taco Bell drive up window. The Escort would have its dashboard lights wait a few minutes to come on whenever I would turn on the headlights. The Kia was bought new and destroyed less than nine months latter in a collusion (and I am still paying on it). The Mercury had too many problems to list, some of them electrical. My current vehicle, the Saturn, already had the electric problems when my brother gave it to me (dome light doesn't work, air conditioner doesn't work-- but whether or not that is electrical I can't tell), so I am not certain it counts. Anyway, my boomboxes, Walkman-like steroes, etc. all seem to just suddenly stop working for no apparent reason. As did two of my electric razors...., and at least one electric toothbrush come to think of it. When I first started wearing digital watches they kept stopping-- although that only seemed to happen in my early teens. Oh, this current computer keeps locking up at random intervals.
B.
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Do things that have never been done."
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Do things that have never been done."
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I might if I knew what a "chakra" was and where to go to get it aligned... (could the Saturn dealer do it...?wow, bas, id go have your chakra's realigned!
I was once told it was green, but everyone involved in that reading had been doing quite a bit of pot before we got around to the topic of auras and stuff, so I'd consider the reading a bit suspect. (Plus the mid-1980s were rather weird even by my standards!)BAS - I bet you have a truly amazing aura. If only we could see it.
Anyway, I should probably do more with this day off than play on my computer and/or sleep in. (Actually, I SHOULD be updating my resume-- something about as exciting as watching paint dry on growing grass, or something like that!)
B.
"Nothing is withheld from us which we have conceived to do.
Do things that have never been done."
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Do things that have never been done."
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BAS, you can aviod some of your electrical problems by drivng an old diesel car. They'll run with the batt removed[after you start]
Wear a sundial and use an abacus.
For music, you'll need to carry around an old crank-up nickelodeon ,,,,,,or a victrola
Dan
Wear a sundial and use an abacus.
For music, you'll need to carry around an old crank-up nickelodeon ,,,,,,or a victrola
Dan
I don't post things because I believe that they are the absolute truth. I post them because I believe that they should be considered.
Temporal lobe sensitivity. More common than you might imagine. Hard to prove by the "gods of science". Seems very common in people who have "alien abduction" experiences, (but don't read anything into that.) An interesting book you might check out - 'Electric UFO's'. I don't think the guy is exactly barking up the right tree, but at least he's in the right forest.BAS wrote:
I seem to damage electronic devices by my presence. With two exceptions, all the cars that I have owned have developed electrical problems. The first one, the Nova, would have its carpet smolder whenever I turned on the headlights. The Hyundai would have its battery just suddenly die, once while I was picking up food at a Taco Bell drive up window. The Escort would have its dashboard lights wait a few minutes to come on whenever I would turn on the headlights. The Kia was bought new and destroyed less than nine months latter in a collusion (and I am still paying on it). The Mercury had too many problems to list, some of them electrical. My current vehicle, the Saturn, already had the electric problems when my brother gave it to me (dome light doesn't work, air conditioner doesn't work-- but whether or not that is electrical I can't tell), so I am not certain it counts. Anyway, my boomboxes, Walkman-like steroes, etc. all seem to just suddenly stop working for no apparent reason. As did two of my electric razors...., and at least one electric toothbrush come to think of it. When I first started wearing digital watches they kept stopping-- although that only seemed to happen in my early teens. Oh, this current computer keeps locking up at random intervals.
B.
Street lights as well?
Street lights? Not that I have noticed (although my brother and I do have a story about discovering that some street lights along University Ave. in Madison, WI could be made to turn off by slapping the pole-- strictly a mechanical design flaw in that case).Temporal lobe sensitivity. More common than you might imagine. Hard to prove by the "gods of science". Seems very common in people who have "alien abduction" experiences, (but don't read anything into that.) An interesting book you might check out - 'Electric UFO's'. I don't think the guy is exactly barking up the right tree, but at least he's in the right forest.
Street lights as well?
I've got quite a backlog of reading right now (the collected first year of Make Magazine just came in at the bookstore!), so I don't know if/when I will get to that book. (As far as I know, I have never been abducted by any aliens-- or does that mean more an experience that can be taken as an alien abduction? I used to have the type of dream which some people would mistake for alien abductions. The ones where the sleeper dreams of waking up and being paralyzed while someone or something lurks just out of sight [or some people see a "hag-like" being] nearby.)
I've got a nasty headache right now, so sorry if my writing is a bit confused.
B.
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Do things that have never been done."
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Do things that have never been done."
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The back/cheek scars aren't from an accident. I had a congenital defect which was that L5 wasn't fused to anything during the development of my fetus. It was free-floating, so during my growth spurt, it slipped forward (inward) slowly. This crushed the nerves, and caused excruciating pain in my legs. By the time I was 14, the pain was unbearable, and my mother FINALLY took me to see a doctor. After x-rays, milogram and EMG were taken, I was in surgery for 5 hrs, where they cut away a part of L5 to allow the nerves to go back into alignment. A piece of my hip bone was put over the gap, and L4, L5 & S1 were fused were fused together along with the hip bone, into one solid mass that then was cocooned by scar tissue.can't sit still wrote:Good story Robbi, but that still dosen't explain the scar on your back and cheek.
I can make up a story for you if you like.
Once upon a time, there was a cute redhead who loved to log-roll in the millpond. One day, while,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
My body continued to grow around the trama, causing my back to form and S shape from profile. In 1999, I got rolfed, and now my back is perfect.
More an experience that can be taken as...BAS wrote:Street lights? Not that I have noticed (although my brother and I do have a story about discovering that some street lights along University Ave. in Madison, WI could be made to turn off by slapping the pole-- strictly a mechanical design flaw in that case).Temporal lobe sensitivity. More common than you might imagine. Hard to prove by the "gods of science". Seems very common in people who have "alien abduction" experiences, (but don't read anything into that.) An interesting book you might check out - 'Electric UFO's'. I don't think the guy is exactly barking up the right tree, but at least he's in the right forest.
Street lights as well?
I've got quite a backlog of reading right now (the collected first year of Make Magazine just came in at the bookstore!), so I don't know if/when I will get to that book. (As far as I know, I have never been abducted by any aliens-- or does that mean more an experience that can be taken as an alien abduction? I used to have the type of dream which some people would mistake for alien abductions. The ones where the sleeper dreams of waking up and being paralyzed while someone or something lurks just out of sight [or some people see a "hag-like" being] nearby.)
I've got a nasty headache right now, so sorry if my writing is a bit confused. :(
B.
Temporal lobe sensitivity seems to be a kind of 'doorway' of sorts for all kinds of creative experiences. My sense is that maybe no-one is ever abducted - more a kind of free fall into the unconscious with a specific twist on it.
I flipped back through this thread and noticed your other post after I made mine. That sort of thing is also part of the book. Like I said - take it with a large grain of salt.
temporal headache?
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I used to have a wild bunny that I would talk to in the mornings while I drank my coffee. Mainly he only listened politely, except once when he was trying to express some kind of bunny angst by running frantically from place to place and then back to me. It all ended when he was eaten by the fox.
Feeling hurt by the loss, I demanded that the fox take his place for morning conversation. The fox's idea of conversation was less than satisfying. All he did is leave turds everywhere.
Feeling hurt by the loss, I demanded that the fox take his place for morning conversation. The fox's idea of conversation was less than satisfying. All he did is leave turds everywhere.
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Back in the day, I would enter (and often win) wet t-shirt contests and lip sync contests to supplement my income. The extra prizes they gave, I gave as birthday and Christmas presents. My first wet t-shirt contest I came down with a (don't laugh) a CHEST COLD that lasted for 2 weeks.
What did I sing for lip sync you ask?!?! The theme song for the Best Little Whore House in Texas. That I won everytime!
One wet tshirt night, the loser took my clothes and put them in the toilet. The owner barred the bitch, gave me the bouncers jacket, and paid for the rest of my drinks.
What did I sing for lip sync you ask?!?! The theme song for the Best Little Whore House in Texas. That I won everytime!
One wet tshirt night, the loser took my clothes and put them in the toilet. The owner barred the bitch, gave me the bouncers jacket, and paid for the rest of my drinks.
BOOBIES!!!
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I am, without a doubt "The World's Foremost Cassowarry Wrangler". (Ask an Aussie and they might of heard of cassowarries.) We used to have about a 150 of them, the largest and about only cassowarry farm in the world. (It wasn't my idea.) We fed them hitech food and had some up to 200lbs. Only two left, want 'em?
Was born late and falling ever further behind, will soon be in the lead.
http://australian-animals.net/casso.htmRolan Headon wrote:I am, without a doubt "The World's Foremost Cassowarry Wrangler". (Ask an Aussie and they might of heard of cassowarries.) We used to have about a 150 of them, the largest and about only cassowarry farm in the world. (It wasn't my idea.) We fed them hitech food and had some up to 200lbs. Only two left, want 'em?
I was Born OK the 1st Time....
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i am the kid riding the unicycle at the end of the "welcome back kotter" show.
i was 12 yrs. old, living in NYC and learning how to ride a unicycle.
i would go about 5 feet, then grab a car, then go 10 feet, then grab (or fall into) another car and so on...
finally, i could almost go a whole block, when a man came over and said "Hey Kid, (they always say hey kid) if you can ride that unicycle all the way to the corner, i'll put you on tv"
and i did....and he did...
i was 12 yrs. old, living in NYC and learning how to ride a unicycle.
i would go about 5 feet, then grab a car, then go 10 feet, then grab (or fall into) another car and so on...
finally, i could almost go a whole block, when a man came over and said "Hey Kid, (they always say hey kid) if you can ride that unicycle all the way to the corner, i'll put you on tv"
and i did....and he did...
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