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When was the last time you interacted with any sort of wildlife?
Submitted by warpedreality.
Why it was just yesterday!
First of all -- you should know that I have no idea where people who live in my neighborhood shop for groceries. I suppose I could ask one of my neighbors -- I'm sure they'd be happy to tell me since they are all SUPER nice, but to be honest their niceness freaks me out a little. Too many years of living in DC I guess.
Anyway -- usually I just drive over to the Naval Air Station and shop at the Commissary. It's not too long of a dive (10 min give or take) and food is cheaper there. Plus I get carded at the door, so that makes me feel less like I'm out buying eggs and breakfast cereal and more like I'm out at some posh night-club.
Yesterday I decided I would NOT go to the commissary and I would just find a grocery store. It would be an adventure and besides -- there had to be one somewhere. People in my neighborhood have to eat -- right? After driving around for about 30 min I finally came upon a Food Lion. Not my first choice in grocer, but geez! 30 min is a long time to drive around without seeing a grocery store! I parked and headed for the door.
As I got close, I noticed two duck-like birds gaurding the Food Lion entrance. I say duck "like" because I've never seen a duck with coloring similar to the coloring of this pair. Anyway, as I approached -- one duck-creature shyed away while the other looked me square in the eye and mimiced my movements! I tried to go left around him and he took a few steps in the same direction I was going. Tried to go right -- same thing. I was confused. What was this creature, and why did he not want me to enter the Food Lion!?!
"All right, out of the way duck!" I finally said rather annoyed.
"Qqquuaak!" He replied.
"What are you?!" I asked less annoyed and more intregued.
To this the duckish creature did not reply. Seeing that other people were now close enough to see/hear me having a conversation with him, he played dumb and stepped aside.
While my brief palaver with the strange fowl did not earn me many answers, it did earn me quite a few odd looks from other Food Lion patrons.
Share a story about your sibling(s) or a family member from when you were a kid.
Submitted by Jenny Marie.
This is horrible. Please don't judge me.
One day, when I was about 14 and my sister was about 10, she was laying on her tummy in the living room watching TV... and I had this AWESOME idea to scare her!! I was planning on getting a running start from the end of the hallway and then when I got into the living room I would pretend to kick her in the head (of course I would stop short of making contact with her skull). I don't know why, but to me, this seemed like it would be THE FUNNIEST THING EVER!!
For several minutes I tried to stifle my laughter (so that my sister wouldn't think anything was up). And then, when I was calm and ready; I launched my plan. I started running. Then I engaged the 'fake-kick-in-the-head' Only, it turned out that I'd somehow miscalculated how far to kick and with how much force -- and I ended-up kicking her in the temple. REALLY HARD.
Anyway, the second my foot made contact with her skull, I immedietly felt horrible, dropped to my knees and cradled her head in my lap. As I began to apologize profusely, she looked-up at me and I will never forget the look of combined horror and confusion on her face. It was as if she was thinking "I'm in horrible pain - that you caused - and yet you are holding me?"
Have you ever had plastic or elective surgery? Did you tell anyone? Why or why not?
Submitted by Beth Punches.
First question: No. That answer sort of nullifies the other two, but I want to explain my feelings on elective cosmetic surgery.
I know a lot of people claim to have been helped by plastic surgery, that it makes them feel better about themselves... but I think it's a sad state of affairs when people put so much stock into how they look on the outside and what other people think of how they look, that they are willing to undergo a dangerous medical procedure to change it. Plastic surgery's not dangerous you say? All surgery is dangerous. When you are being put under anesthesia, cut open and your insides shifted around, sucked out or filled in with inorganic material - there are always risks. Anyone who tells you different is lying to you or trying to take your money.
So anyway... no, I've never had plastic surgery... and unless I undergo a major paradigm shift, I seriously doubt I ever will.
Do you believe there is intelligent life on other planets?
I used to. I watched a lot of Star Trek as a kid and that show sort of got me thinking about the vastness of the universe and how it's sort of egocentric of us to think that in the whole great expanse of being that WE are the only sentient beings.
Having grown older and wiser in the ways of the word, I'm having my doubts about there being intelligent life on THIS planet.
Video: Show us your favorite show, scene or movie that takes place in the future.
What's the story behind a time when you got locked out?
Several years ago my dog passed away. Lung cancer... and she didn't even smoke! Before that I would take her in the car with me on short errands because she seemed to enjoy going along for the ride. One day I was going to Blockbuster to return some movies and Muffy (the fore mentioned dog) came with. The Blockbuster location to which I was returning said movies did not have one of those handy drive-up return boxes, but I was able to get a parking space directly in front of the in store dropbox. I parked and looked over at my companion who seemed to be dancing to the Ricky Martin song on the radio. Not wanting to spoil her fun by turning the car (and radio) off, I decided to leave the car running while I walked the 4 feet to the dropbox with the movies.I dropped the movies in the box and began walking back to the car. Muffy saw me coming and I guess got excited because she came up to the window, placing her paws on the door handle... where the automatic locks were. So there I was, standing outside of my running car, dog inside, locked out. For the next 15 or so min I tried to get Muffy to step back on the place where she'd stepped earlier unlocking the door, but to no avail. She just kept looking at me like "What are you doing? Get in the car you stupid human!"
Eventually a man in a red pick-up truck pulled up next to me and offered to unlock the door with a slim-jim he carried under his passenger seat for just such emergencies. Of course, I accepted. He was able to get the previously locked door open in a matter of seconds and even gave old Muffles a scratch on the head. I thanked him and returned home. And never left the radio on for Muffy again.
Show us a picture of where you used to be.
For this photo hunt I googled the name of the town I lived in when I was little. Amherst MA.
Here's what I got:
Who was your first celebrity crush?
Submitted by Glory.
Ah - Jonathan Brandis *swoon*
What is one of your favorite poems?
Submitted by marvel is my pen name.
1 (a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one1
iness
-e.e. cummings
I feel I should mention that the device on which this poem was composed was an ancient device known as a typewriter. The key used to print the number one and the lowercase L were the same. So. Just to let you know.