Five Weird Things About Me
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Five Weird Things About Me:
1. I once restored a classic 1972 Mercedes Benz for about $2000 and then sold it to a low-life car-dealer for $500 on a whim so I could play the pokies (slots). I lost the lot in half an hour.
2. I once bought a lottery ticket from a bikini-girl in a Brisbane bar so I could chat her up. Said "I'm gonna win this" to her. She said "I hope you do". When it was drawn my mate says "Check your ticket" and I go "It's cool....I've got this". And guess what? I won $500 and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
3. In the late Sixties I used to drive around Sydney's Northern Beaches stoned in a black 1938 Chevrolet hearse wearing a lifelike latex gorilla head. Killed 'em.
4. I'm ashamed to admit I used to have a lift (elevator) phobia - especially the ones in high-rise office buildings. Going up was O.K. but I hated that feeling in the stomach as the lift free-fell twenty floors or something. I 'd rather walk down 34 floors than risk taking the lift. I'm over it now.
5. I hate using eating utensils that have been in someone else's mouth - including my wife's.
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Malcolm Lambe
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ok - And I'll preface this by saying I'm proably a bit more boring than Mal and have many less years of wierdness accumulated.
1) I hate clowns. Not just in a wierd sorta everyone thinks clowns are a little creepy sorta way. I really hate them. My local pub has clowns for the kiddies on a Sunday afternoon and the first time I went there on a Sunday I had taken one sip of beer, saw the clown and had to leave.
2) I was once so drunk as a nineteen year old I left a party in a cab (with no money - dunno why they put me in the cab) and woke up naked on the front step with $275 in my jeans pocket with my clothes strewn all over the front lawn. No fingers, I did not have a sore ass.
3) I love musical theatre.
4) I can pick my nose (either nostril) with my tongue.
5) I love, and I mean LOVE, prodding, poking, rubbing, pinching my bruises and cuts. The pain is pleasurable.
Five wierd things about me:
1. My elbows bend about 15 degress past what they should
2. I hate hate hate the way an onion/capsicum/spring onion feels when I bite on it. It makes me vomit.
3. I own albums by both britney spears and the backstreet boys. Both purchased post-maturity.
4. When I was a kid I had to get my lip sewn up after losing a swordfight with vacuum cleaner pipe.
5. If I eat nuts or other crumbly food I become obsessed with picking food remains out of my teeth with my tongue and have to go brush my teeth in order to stop.
1. I only see with one eye at a time. That is one eye does all the work and the other still helps me see but not so much in focus. The eye that is not working sometimes wanders. Freaks people out - its cool! Although the depth perception is a bit of a worry sometimes.
2. I can get scared in movies, TV shows, etc, at the dumbest things. Par exemple? Bruce the shark in Finding Nemo. I nearly crawled under my seat while my bf at the time laughed himself sick. If you want a girl that will cling to you in a movie, I'm your woman.
3. I started reading at a very young age, and never learned pronunciation of a lot of words. To this day, I still say some things incorrectly. This is a source of great amusement to my family.
And why disturbed?
1. I love Jane Austen. And in particular, I really want to find the first movie version of Pride and Prejudice with Greer Garson and Lawrence Olivier on DVD, but can't.
2. I have an almost pathological inability to throw away books. As a result, at last count I have about 2,000 and counting.
3. I hate banana, but like banana cake.
4. I am obsessed with Iceland, and all things Icelandic. This included studying Old Icelandic Sagas as part of my English major at uni.
That'll do for now...
Yes - it is wierd. It makes it very hard for anyone other than me to make a pasta sauce I like (onions MUST be minced to a pulp and then cooked to liquid nor I will pedanticaly sit there and eat around them ...)
WJ, Jane Austen? Uncle B, musical theatre? Strange ...
2/. I got my first grey hair at 17. At 38, I am well on the way to being a silver fox.
3/. I had a grand mal epileptic siezure four weeks after arriving in Taiwan for a 2 year work assignment. It was a one off, and is a very scary expereince - even more so being OS. It happens to about 4% of the population - no cause, no cure - just a single siezure.
WCS - 5 things please - you owe us 2
Chesty - the elbows thing IS weird.
Donnie - welcome aboard and at least you still have hair. You owe us 2 also. The Grand Mal must have been scary. Brave of you to share that here.
WJ - 1 more owed. Iceland? Was reading about an Icelandic billionaire this week. Must look it up for you.
1. The tip of my left hand ring finger got cut off in a train door on a family trip to Canberra when I was 5 years old.
They had to stop the train and take me away in an ambulance. They tried to sew it back on, using only local anaesthetic, and I remember being completely freaked out, screaming and crying while they were doing it. It didn't take, and they had to leave it off.
So that finger is shorter than the other one, and the fingernail curves over the top.
2. I'm so clumsy and have broken so many glasses that I gave up, and drink out of plastic cups at home.
3. I have a pathological hatred of those dolls that look like they are playing hide & seek. They are either sobbing hysterically or evilly plotting.
can't think of any more I care to share
; )
Uncle B - the #5 is rather disturbing. And no way am I sharing embarassing pronunciation things. You all have enough to give me the gears about already.
4. I don't usually ever cry in public or in front of other people.
5. I had a giant cell tumour (benign thankfully) removed twice from my wrist at age 29.
My other wierd thing (while we're on eyes) is I have a pathalogical dislike of looking people in the eye. MLaRue even gets annoyed because when we're having a moment I am far more likely to be looking at his lips. I'm not hiding anything or lying, but I just find looking people in the eye (as more than a glance) too wierd. It's probably why I noticed your eye thing because I could look at your eyes but not have icky eye contact ...
Shutup Wendy - My number 5 is not wierd, it feels ssoooooooo good!!
I know Mal, to this day I have no idea. I know he didn't "do" me, cause surely that would have hurt in the morning.