I’ve been banned from most LV strip casinos. Not proud. The skill is not in counting. It is in not being discovered. I did get to play for quite a while though.
I learned how to juggle flaming torches in college (and it sent my GPA down in flames)
I read excyclopedias cover to cover in 3rd grade (yes - I am the alpha nerd) and was called “the Little Professor” in grade school.
I once got my shoulder separated in judo practice (I played competitively, if badly) in college by a 15 year old, 115 lb girl (she was junior national champ the year before and beat me like a red-headed stepchild).
One of my kidneys is positioned so low, that the doctors in my hometown couldn’t find it during an ultrasound when I was about twelve. They freaked and made me repeat the ultrasound for 5 or 6 times with hours of starving and drinking raw eggs beforehand. Bastards! And they still couldn’t find it!
Does it bother you that you potentially built a lot of things that resulted in people’s deaths? I’ve often wondered this. I know a guy, brilliant dude, who worked for SAIC doing stuff with lasers. He talks about it as if he’s doing god’s work, and I often wonder how he feels about some of the things he’s created. Did you work for Raytheon?
Ha, I can’t believe I wrote this in 2010. I’m not sure which is more unbelievable: that I actually admitted this or that four years later I feel exactly the same way
Hmm…let’s see. The NC-17 ones: I “had relations” in the family bathroom at Arrowhead Stadium. My son was possibly conceived there.
I was inadvertently involved in a threesome on St. Patrick’s day, 2000.
The softer side:
I would say I don’t have much in the way of empathy for others, but just about any stupid movie and even many Modern Family episodes make me cry.
Whenever I find an injured animal, I try to nurse it back to health. Just happened over the long weekend. Found a bird that had been attacked by something, probably a hawk, and spent the next 48 hours hand feeding it and bathing its scars only to have it die on Monday. And yes, I cried.
I didn’t work for Raytheon, but the company for which I worked was founded by two ex-SAIC employees.
The warheads I designed were anti-armor munitions: tanks, attack helicopters, that sort of thing. The only people who would be killed by them would be those who intended harm to our soldiers or to civilians. It bothers me that they’d be in a position to have to have weapons like those I designed used against them, but it doesn’t bother me that, given those circumstances, they were injured or killed my weapons of my design.