7 posts tagged “qotd”

What set you apart from the rest of the kids at school? 
Submitted by jks.

Initially, it was awkwardness.  I was enough of an introvert that I didn't immediately throw myself into forging friendships with my fellow kindergarteners so when the first social circles came into being I was only tenuously included.

This brought about the next thing that set me apart, ostracism.  Odd man out.  Every emerging tribe needs something or someone to hold themselves seperate from/above.  That was my given role.

In turn, the isolation turned to anger, hatred, bitterness, distrust, and frustration.

By the end of my educational run, what set me apart was that I had well established myself as a bent, darkly perceptive weirdo.  But I was OK with that.

What story from your wild-and-crazy youth would nobody believe about you today?

I was not only a Boy Scout, but I'm an Eagle Scout.

Although, given my fascination with knives, axes, rope, and wilderness areas... perhaps it's not that unbelievable.

Finish this sentence: "What in the world was I thinking when I...?"
Submitted by jammin15.

... thought the best way to end the slaughter of a snowman was to impale his head on his own flagstaff and subsequently spear that flagstaff into his fallen torso.

All I can say is that odd things bubble forth from my subconscious in the dark of night.

It was around two in the morning in Ashland, WI.  I was hanging out with a few friends in my residence hall at the time.  I'd gotten up to look at the snow falling steadily in yet another blizzard.  And there, across the quad, stood a lone snowman holding a stave flying a red rag as a flag.  It had been there for quite a while by then, but for some reason, at that second the decree came to the fore.  The snowman had to be slain.
I asked my RA if I could borrow his SCA heavy weapons sword, which quite sanely provoked him to ask why I suddenly desired access to it.  I told him of my plans.  He approved with the caveat that I must wait until noonish the next day, for he wanted a good seat and to take pictures.  I quickly agreed.
At the appointed hour, I charged from my residence hall brandishing rattan sword.  I beat the bloody tar out of that frosty bastard.  My first swing neatly slotted the joint between his head and shoulders, sending his head tumbling.  I took some time savaging the corpse.  Still on the adrenaline kick, I attempted to turn his head into a body garnish by means of the flagpole.
Alas, the flag had been afixed to the stave by nails, one of which tore through my glove and into my palm.  There's a lovely picture of me looking at my hand while I walked away.  It was pretty gruesome.  My RA was kind enough to drive me to the ER where I got three stitches put in.
Of course in the interim, some thoughtful students resurrected the fallen snowman.
I had however shed blood (my own damned fault true, but I still bled.) so this could not be visaged.

That night, I and a handful of confederates slipped out with garrotes which we applied liberally to defeat the icy glaze that had formed to armor him through the day.  Hitting him with a Jeep doing about twenty miles per hour put paid to any hopes of another re-birth.

What's the worst pickup line you've ever heard?
Submitted by ShellEy.

"Hey, didn't I mace you?" from a girl to a suddenly scared young man.  No, I'm not making that one up.

Runner up is "What has two thumbs and fucks like a tiger?  <thumbs on both hands cocked back at his chest>  THIS guy."

Somethings just beg for the use of stun-guns and zip-tied opaque plastic bags.

If you're reincarnated, what do you think you'll come back as?
Submitted by Diana.

Knowing my life, probably a red-head.  I spent enough time trying to climb inside them.

Honestly though, I have no idea.  It would be nice to come back as a wolf in the middle of an area sparsely populated by humans.  Do some packing.  Do some hunting.  Though a wolf in a zoo setting would be nice too.  Better health care and guaranteed food.  If not that, then I'd just want to be someone with the mind, will, and opportunity to do something for a belief larger than himself.  My bias is nature/wildlife on that one.

Do you believe in ghosts?  Have you ever seen a ghost? 
Submitted by Nancy.

I've always seen ghosts.  From time to time as far back as I can remember, I've seen things that are hard to explain as other than ghosts.
I've had doors close in places in which there was no draft nor anyone else to move it.
I've seen people on the side of the road in remote stretches of road who never appeared in the rear view mirrors.
I've been in a room with several other people drop in temperature more than a few degrees without benefit of a window or door opened or any other means of rapid cooling.
I watched a man running from that cold room spontaneously start bleeding though he never came in contact with anything.  A wound that looked suspiciously like human teeth marks and two bloodless marks around his ankle the size and shape of a toddler's hands.

So yes, I do believe.

Do you remember your first flight? Where did you go? Why?
Submitted by Laurel.

I don't actually remember my first flight.  I was still an infant at that point.  My family liked to travel and so I got an early introduction to flights.  Doubtless, I would have been headed to the midwest to visit relatives.  Most of my childhood would find me zipping across to Iowa or Illinios every summer. 

I was about three when I took my first overseas flight.  I remember bits of that trip.  I was a pretty good kid to travel with even I am a picky eatter.  I always tended to play quietly in my own space.  I did a lot of coloring.  My family went to England before my sister was born.  There are darling slides of me chasing pigeons in London.  *Sigh*