January 1st, 2011
|10:32 pm - Ten things I've done (that you probably haven't)|
I've seen this going around, and so decided to give it a go.
- Woken up to the sight and (especially) the smell of the city I lived in burning.
- Eaten champagne sorbet in a café while watching panicked yuppies nearly came to blows over bottled water and gasoline as they prepared to flee the city.
- Been formally initiated as a Wiccan priest.
- Been paid to perform magic for a stranger.
- Gotten a writing job because of my Wiccan credentials.
- Eaten both natto & durian (separately) and enjoyed them both.
- Ridden a camel in Egypt.
- Walked among and touched the stones of Stonehenge.
- Owned a cat that could open fully closed doors by turning round doorknobs.
- Successfully made puffy pastry from scratch.
Current Mood: busy
I match 6, 8, and 9. Also, how about matching 7 against "ridden an elephant in Thailand"?
|Date:||January 2nd, 2011 11:30 am (UTC)|| |
Admittedly, 8 is largely a function of age, since they largely closed off public access in the late 70s. Also, 9 seems far more common than I'd previously thought - could your cat open round doorknobs or just lever style door handles
As memory goes, I only saw her open lever-style door handles; round doorknobs aren't optimized for feline grip.
|Date:||January 2nd, 2011 03:34 pm (UTC)|| |
Nope, I haven't done any of those. . .
While I was reflecting on what my own list might look like, I realized that a number of a friends do share some of my own more unusual experiences, including the ones I wouldn't talk about at work or around my parents.
Which is A Good Thing.
I haven't done any of them, but I want to know when and why your city burned.
|Date:||January 3rd, 2011 12:59 am (UTC)|| |
I was in LA during the 1992 riots I was a bit more than a mile north of the furthest north extent of the riots, but of course didn't know that at the time.
|Date:||January 3rd, 2011 01:12 am (UTC)|| |
1 & 2 come from living in LA during the '92 riots, & 8 comes from visiting Stonehenge prior to 1977 (when the stopped allowing the public in).
The oddest was 4 - I was on a bus with a good friend and we were talking about the magic system of an RPG we were both playing it, when someone asked me if I practiced magic. I said yes, and she mentioned that she had a problem she wanted help with and gave me her number. Part of my oath as a priest (which I still take very seriously - I still consider myself a priest, if not a Wiccan) was to give at least some help when it is asked (if only a recommendation for a good book or someone else to talk to). So, I did a blessing to help the woman with her problem, and then she wanted help with getting a property to sell - having already helped her for free, I charged her $40 for this one. She was perhaps the most excessively new age individual I've ever encountered.
5 was a notice I saw about Chaosium seeking an author for the sorcery supplement for their RPG Nephilim
, the developer wanted someone with experience with practicing magic - having both that and having co-written 3 RPG books (all for Ars Magica) previously, I was a natural choice, and got the assignment, the book is Liber Ka
|Date:||January 3rd, 2011 09:37 am (UTC)|| |
Yep, to me good natto tastes like slightly coffee flavored peanut butter and the texture is similar to rice crispy candies - I think it's good but not exceptionally so. OTOH, I used to get a type of miso that had natto added - that was delicious.
|Date:||January 5th, 2011 12:59 pm (UTC)|| |
|Date:||January 5th, 2011 01:00 pm (UTC)|| |
Sonyaaa can open round doorknobs, and I'm pretty sure Flamel did at least once, although usually he just looks pathetically up at them and says "wow".
A Cat Opening Doors
My first apartment was the front half of a house where the living room had been separated to be a bed-sit, with full kitchen and bathroom, tiny hall and tiny hall closet. My cat - a nondescript tabby named "kronky" - was able to open the front door.
I thought my neighbor from the other part of the house had been opening the door for her, but woke up at a noise, looked across to the front door where she had jumped up, locked both forepaws around the shaft of the knob, swung from side to side until she heard "click", then put her foot against the door jamb. The door opened and she danced out, opening the screen door by pushing the corner with her nose.
Maybe the cats you have had were eating a wild patch of marijuana and too stoned to put the pieces together.
I miss her. That was 1968.