Post by sasha on Sept 24, 2023 12:04:38 GMT -5
I was raised as a Roman Catholic, but now I'm 99% atheist. I hang onto that 1% for the same reason I still have a few investment holdings in the stock market.
I can roll my tongue and cross my eyes. I'm right-handed, but can only do the Vulcan salute with my left.
I've had appendicitis, pneumonia, a stroke, and a couple of broken bones. Both of my hips are made of titanium. I can remember when doctors made house calls.
I never served in the military or learned to play a musical instrument.
I've never been outside North America. I've never been shot or bitten by a venomous snake.
I found a dead body in the woods once.
I was a huge fan of the Sherlock Holmes stories, Monty Python, and the Mahavishnu Orchestra. I've been published, been on local radio and television, and I'm named as a co-inventor on US Patent #4,745,857.
Can't hit a baseball or dribble a basketball, and have no idea what a football "down" is. Never read "1984" or "Animal Farm" - but I've read "Kon-Tiki" and "The Compleat Practical Joker" multiple times.
I've never been arrested or seen a ghost. Never made love to a redhead, though I fell hard for one once.
Never tried cocaine, nor was ever tempted. Never dropped acid, but one night got really scared that I had.
My favorite movies are "The Great Escape", "Apollo 13", and "Stand and Deliver"...... "Bullitt", "Hidden Figures", "The Babadook", "Arrival", & "The Martian" almost made the list, and might next time someone asks.
I cry at the drop of a hat - like when a woodland trail opens up before me into field on a glorious late-summer day - because I Can. Not because I Can weep unobserved - but, thanks to surgery, I Can walk again. Two miracles - arthritically crippled joints replaced with metal and polymer, allowing me to again experience the miracle of warm sun on my back to the sound of my own panting, and the restless breeze-driven whisper of meadow grass, the everywhere chorus of insects, the raucous call of distant jays - things I wasn't sure I'd ever experience again... Takes a sterner, harder, rock-jawed man than I not to be moved to tears by that. Also, some of my favorite flicks do it to me. Never mind which ones.
I'm old enough to see the end of my road ahead - and I'm okay with it. Not thrilled - just okay. I'm not ready to go, but if it's time, well, not much to be done about it, is there? Don't know if I've made a difference - I hope I have - but all in all, I haven't done too badly.
Think I'll have me a Guinness....
I can roll my tongue and cross my eyes. I'm right-handed, but can only do the Vulcan salute with my left.
I've had appendicitis, pneumonia, a stroke, and a couple of broken bones. Both of my hips are made of titanium. I can remember when doctors made house calls.
I never served in the military or learned to play a musical instrument.
I've never been outside North America. I've never been shot or bitten by a venomous snake.
I found a dead body in the woods once.
I was a huge fan of the Sherlock Holmes stories, Monty Python, and the Mahavishnu Orchestra. I've been published, been on local radio and television, and I'm named as a co-inventor on US Patent #4,745,857.
Can't hit a baseball or dribble a basketball, and have no idea what a football "down" is. Never read "1984" or "Animal Farm" - but I've read "Kon-Tiki" and "The Compleat Practical Joker" multiple times.
I've never been arrested or seen a ghost. Never made love to a redhead, though I fell hard for one once.
Never tried cocaine, nor was ever tempted. Never dropped acid, but one night got really scared that I had.
My favorite movies are "The Great Escape", "Apollo 13", and "Stand and Deliver"...... "Bullitt", "Hidden Figures", "The Babadook", "Arrival", & "The Martian" almost made the list, and might next time someone asks.
I cry at the drop of a hat - like when a woodland trail opens up before me into field on a glorious late-summer day - because I Can. Not because I Can weep unobserved - but, thanks to surgery, I Can walk again. Two miracles - arthritically crippled joints replaced with metal and polymer, allowing me to again experience the miracle of warm sun on my back to the sound of my own panting, and the restless breeze-driven whisper of meadow grass, the everywhere chorus of insects, the raucous call of distant jays - things I wasn't sure I'd ever experience again... Takes a sterner, harder, rock-jawed man than I not to be moved to tears by that. Also, some of my favorite flicks do it to me. Never mind which ones.
I'm old enough to see the end of my road ahead - and I'm okay with it. Not thrilled - just okay. I'm not ready to go, but if it's time, well, not much to be done about it, is there? Don't know if I've made a difference - I hope I have - but all in all, I haven't done too badly.
Think I'll have me a Guinness....