Already with the surveys.

[constance]

Usually I'm paralyzed because either I can't think of anything to say, or because I think no one has any interest in what I have to say. But tonight, I'm paralyzed because I have so much to say and I don't know where to start.

So I think I'll just do a survey instead.

Courtesy of laurelwood, Ten Things I've Done That I Bet You Haven't, and this was actually easier than I thought:

01. crashed a motorbike;

02. had a nighttime picnic on the front steps of St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans;

03. pretended I lived in a gigantic rabbit pellet, painted red;

04. dressed as catnip for halloween;

05. put makeup on while sitting under a pontoon boat;

06. had a party where all food and drink were blue;

07. pulled a screaming toddler out from under a fallen television set;

08. stuck a pea up my nose;

09. performed a running walkover roundoff back handspring and lived to tell the tale; and

10. eaten greens blessed by a voodoo priestess.

Comments

[kickthebeat.livejournal.com]

Some of those things terrify me, Cammy. :| You crashed a motorbike; how scary! But, mostly the pea in the nose. That's a little traumatic.


I am most impressed by number nine. Crikey. I used to be able to do one-handed back bends, but I am not that flexible anymore.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, I have no memory of the Pea in the Nose Incident because I was only two years old when it happened. A family Thanksgiving, so this is a family legend. (Part two is that after they brought me home from the emergency room, where they had to knock me out to get the thing out, I promptly stuck a piece of celery up my nose, though luckily they were able to get that one out themselves.)

The motorbike crash isn't quite as scary as it sounds, since I was only going about 15 miles an hour when I crashed. But believe me, it is plenty bad enough. And there is a second part to this one, but since it involves drills and spurting blood, I won't share.

And no way on earth could I do any one of those tumbles any more, much less all of them strung together! No way, no way.

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

Ooh! What were the menu items from the blue feast?

As far as the rest of them go, I'm so glad I've never done #8, and even gladder neither of my children has. And I have done #1, if a vespa-ish thing counts as a motorbike.

The stories surrounding #3 and #10 aren't connected, are they? ;) And do you have pictures of the catnip costume?

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Let's see. The party was a while ago, so I may be forgetting something, but. Drink included blue gin, Curacao, and Blueberry Kool-Aid. Food included blue velvet mini-cakes (like red velvet cakes, only, you know, blue) with those candy letters spelling out blue things, like XXX for blue movie, FFV for blue blood, etc.; blue tortilla chips; Jell-O jigglers; blueberries and cream; and the most ghastly neon-blue French onion dip ever.

Perhaps not entirely unsurprisingly, some guests were a little reluctant to indulge. I am sorry to say that we had no non-blue food to feed them. They had to go buy their own.

Yep, definitely in this case a Vespa-like thing counts, since that's what I crashed, too!

And I don't have a picture of the catnip costume, but I shall describe it for you: it was brown tights and shoes, a fluttery and leafy two-layer sheer green minidress, and an 8-foot stole made entirely of stuffed cats which I got from a thrift store and sewed together end to end. It is my favorite costume of all time, of mine, I mean.

[font.livejournal.com]

It felt like I had to program the little gymnast in my head to work out #9. "Start running," I instructed, "no, now wait, back up, not a cartwheel --" and I'm still not sure I got all of it right.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

You have to be the tumbling run, Jenny. Be the run!

Also, it helps to have a good deal of forward momentum going into it. Otherwise--I know this from experience--you start to run out of steam coming out of the roundoff, and then you're just screwed.