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[bloodyrosemccoy]

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Tagged by bean_bunny:

 

The Rules:

 

1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog. (Bleah.)

 

1. I am the only right-handed person in my immediate family of five. My mom, sister, and brother are lefties, and my dad is ambidextrous. We think he was naturally left-handed but used his right hand all his life. So when we got the first family computer I learned to mouse left-handed.

 

2. When I was in elementary school, I spent almost every single recess from third through fifth grade just walking in endless loops around our barely-there asphalt quarter-mile track on the upper playground. People thought I was nuts, but I was daydreaming. After a while, though, a curious thing happened: once in a while people would come up to me and pour out their woes, and I would listen and nod and let them get it off their chest while we walked, and then they would leave me to complete another few solitary circuits. I never realized how odd that must have seemed.

 

(In sixth grade I started shelving books in the library at recess.)

 

3. Part of my synesthesia that doesn’t get mentioned as often as the colors is the spatial conception I have of things like number, letter, and time sequences.  Numbers, for example, follow a curious zigzag that ultimately leads upward and from right to left, although when I get to triple digits the angle steadies out. And a lot of those metaphors of speech that equate time with space are not metaphors for me, because I can not only tell you when Tuesday is, but where it is.  Oddly, time also goes upward and right-to-left, with little hills and things.

 

4. I have over 25 first cousins; mostly on my mom’s side. But then, she’s one of twelve kids.

 

5. I have a scar on my hip from when I was thrown from a rolling suburban into a sticker bush a few hundred yards away at the age of six. This Crash, which is always in capitals, is the reason I always wear a seatbelt, because it was in ten seconds of a twelve-hour car trip that I unbuckled to reach for some markers, and that’s why I wound up airborne. I  should be dead, but I didn’t even break any bones.  I was pretty roughed up on one side (I must have skidded), and I had thorns and broken glass embedded in my scalp for months.

 

6. I am mildly afraid of balloons. I can be around them and even blow them up, but I’m always a little bit tense around them because they could go POP at any minute.

 

7. I have a fascination with unusual limbs.  I love depictions of various Hindu gods, and I spend a lot of time trying to work out the plausibility of various limb structures, like aliens that walk on their arms.  Elzar, the Neptunian chef from Futurama, always makes me happy because the animators coordinate his four arms so well and really make it look like he’s used to them.

 

8. I have passed out from a vasovagal reaction twice in my lifetime. The first time I was in the shower* and something in one of my cervical vertebrae popped.  (I blame the headgear I had to wear at night for shifting things.)  My dad was the only one up at the time, and he came rushing in and, with all the magnificence of Dad’s Sense Of Priorities, tossed a towel over the door onto me so I’d look sort of decent when he checked to see if I was dead.

 

The second time also featured Dad.  I was watching him do a surgery where they drained a subdural hematoma.  I had hurried down to the hospital because he’d only called half an hour ago to let me know it was a good time, so I hadn’t eaten breakfast.  I don’t remember being squeamish; what I remember is thinking “God, this is some cool shit!” and then waking up on the floor. It was embarrassing.

 

 

OH GOD, WHO DO I TAG?!  Let’s see: _wastrel, alietf, dimethirwen, dormouse_in_tea, jadewing, killabee886, queenlyzard, and sunshine_shaman.  Also Emily over on DeviantART!

 

 

*I really don’t recommend doing that.  You hit all sorts of things on the way down.

Comments

[dormouse-in-tea.livejournal.com]

eeeeee, you tagged me. .___.

hopefully I'll remember after work. or can type fast on break. >_>

[gryfindormia.livejournal.com]

I have over 25 first cousins; mostly on my mom’s side. But then, she’s one of twelve kids.

My mom's one of eight, and I have...oh, what, closer to forty first cousins alone. So it's a lot like Utah families but we're darker skinned and don't pack into those ugly fifteen-seater vans every Sunday.

Thank heavens my parents had the common sense to realize she'd go nuts with more than two.

[gwalla.livejournal.com]

2. When I was in elementary school, I spent almost every single recess from third through fifth grade just walking in endless loops around our barely-there asphalt quarter-mile track on the upper playground. People thought I was nuts, but I was daydreaming.

You know, I used to do something really similar. In middle school (4-6th grade), I used to get up on top of a cylindrical climbing structure made of metal pipe and walk around in circles during recess. It helped me think.

Oddly, time also goes upward and right-to-left, with little hills and things.

Muad'dib!

[chibicharibdys.livejournal.com]

6. I am mildly afraid of balloons. I can be around them and even blow them up, but I’m always a little bit tense around them because they could go POP at any minute.

Same here. And I get twitchy at movie theatres for the same reason, especially when there's a close-up of a person's face.