Oh, and here I was going to get to bed at a "normal" hour...
Brain's too fuzzley atm. Damn there are a lot of them. So there might be a part II. (Apologies in advance.) Some of these really sparked some memories though...
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Originally Posted by Blubberman
...10. Going into a strike shouting random things like "LEGALIZE MAYONESE" or "UNICORNS HAVE RIGHTS TOO,OKAY?" With some friends just for amusement (Until I realized it was pretty dangerous)
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Love this.
But why join a strike? Make your own! Wait. Didn't I see you guys out there just last week?
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Originally Posted by CheshireCatGrin
- I also get the urge to pretend I'm a carpenter and build furniture. Fortunateley I don't own the tools or have the space to attempt this one!!! Or I would.
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Ooooh, yeah. Brain's been there and has the t-shirt. Filled the backyard with tons of branches someone (a boss actually, lol!) was going to haul to the dump. Peeled 'em all and made some stuff too. With a considerable lack of proper tools. What a bunch of crap. (Ok, one piece was pretty cool. Caveman construction, but cool... and actually lasted a couple years. Which was
much longer than it took for my enthusiasm to disintegrate...)
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Originally Posted by shattered sanity
...was thinking what would happen if everyone- all they did was bounce down the road.. and the only 2 words they could say was puppy and ball. that's it! dunno why i thought of that... but it well cracked me up!. my mania seems to bring out the funniest ideas.
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Haha, Shattered, sounds about right! That's the kind of stuff I think about while laughing by myself cleaning a bathroom half the night...Oh wait. All the time.
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Originally Posted by CheshireCatGrin
I once decided that I wanted to join a cult. Just to see what it was like to be brainwashed and really religious.
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I actually
did get into some really out-of-character infiltrations.
Finding out I had BP explained a LOT. Because I hadn't know what on earth possessed me to do such a thing(!) So embarrassingly out-of-character that it still kind of freaks me out, and it was years ago. I'm a people observer for sure, but was it really necessary to go into the damn hives to do so?! (Not cults, but ... kinda on the fanatical side of things.)
Languages, check. Did a bunch for real (with classes and stuff). But the DIY Irish while living nowhere near anyone who spoke it? Yeah, that didn't last long...
(Have you
seen how many letters one does not pronounce in the words?! Not to mention 4 dialects.)
Name about any DIY making-stuff-the-hard-way endeavor out there, and I've gotten carried away with grand schemes over it. Ok, not "any", but there are a lot. Log house construction, underground housing, wine making, hand sewing, hide tanning (yeah, this from someone who can barely get raw chicken into a pan...) and so forth, ad nauseam (haha, double points).
The frightening thing (if it isn't enough so already) is that much more will likely come to mind tomorrow...
Such philanthropists here though! Apparently my dream's only been to work till my hands fell off while gibbering on in multiple languages laughing over Gumbies on a jello trampoline. Hell yeah, I'd be doing demonstrations!
