Do you have six fingers (watch out for vengeful Spaniards) or more? Have you met someone famous? Are you able to do something weird and/or awesome that few people can claim to be able to? Did something happen to you that changed your life forever?
If so, post it here! Tell the Dakka community a weird/cool fun fact about yourself or something that happened to you.
To start, I happen to be related to the infamous Vlad the Impaler and my old house had to be exorcised because it was haunted (this happened when I was very young and left me with a phobia of the dark).
We've got lots of...interesting...people on Dakka, show us how...interesting...you really are!
I am descended from a German Templar Knight. I am Afraid of talking to people I like, yet i can talk to adults no problem. I Have 10 weapons located in my household. I am a freerunner. I am part of a choir, I can sing well. I collect eldar, and few other races. I can cook . I am so close to becoming an eagle scout i'm like pokeing it with a stick. I am afraid of clowns, myself, and girls i like. I LIKE PIE! I met the guy who voice Mario, I have been on 2 news programs (in the background), I have met the team behind LOAT (life of a terran and I am part of it), I have met a few cast members from Transformers 3, and i have a bullet from it. I also have met the Mayor of Chicago, and the governor of IL. My Sister was suppose to sing at the Olympics with her class in Sydney Australia. I have been inside the Sydney opera house. I did met the Crocodile hunter... I sat down and talked to Jervis Johnson, I also talked to the guy who made the Rogal Dorn Figure. And I know a few other people, and I met the Director of Chemical 12d and his crew. I saw the puppet version of the hobbit. My name does not change in 10 different languages. I can track. I probably have had more items from hobbies than anyone in my entire class, I have 5,000 yugi'oh cards, and 350 marines, and 300 mage knights..... Yeah I was into mageknights alot. I played Mage Knights for 5 years. And I am sadden by its destruction :( I have the collectible Sypher the Sky Dragon in my room. I had a rouge trader Dreadnought. (I lost it D: ) I have completely Memorized the Muppets Song. I own a cannon ball from the battle of gettysburg. My family history stretches back 500 years. My Great Grandfather served as an american spy (Working for the americans) to fight the Germans in WW2. He was excuted for treason by Hitler's SS.
I met the voice of Space Ghost coast to Coast (he is a total dick) and ate lunch with Alfonso Ribeiro totally cool guy.
I used to be a GOD on Need for speed underground.
I seriously thought about trying for a world record for most bones popped (Imagine what you do to your knuckles, but on every part of my body and more then once)
I have an Epic beard.
KingCracker wrote:I met the voice of Space Ghost coast to Coast (he is a total dick) and ate lunch with Alfonso Ribeiro totally cool guy.
I used to be a GOD on Need for speed underground.
I seriously thought about trying for a world record for most bones popped (Imagine what you do to your knuckles, but on every part of my body and more then once)
I have an Epic beard.
Ahh man the guy who plays the Space Ghost is a dick? Damn.
I hope someone here has met jon stewart....
You were in need for speed D:. Oh my Emperor, i feel a sense of bowing before you *bows*
KingCracker wrote:I met the voice of Space Ghost coast to Coast (he is a total dick) and ate lunch with Alfonso Ribeiro totally cool guy.
I used to be a GOD on Need for speed underground.
I seriously thought about trying for a world record for most bones popped (Imagine what you do to your knuckles, but on every part of my body and more then once)
I have an Epic beard.
Ahh man the guy who plays the Space Ghost is a dick? Damn.
I hope someone here has met jon stewart....
You were in need for speed D:. Oh my Emperor, i feel a sense of bowing before you *bows*
Oh yea big time. All I did was say, hey you guys are hilarious, whats your fav show? He rolled his eyes and in a total asshat tone "STYPE" and then just ignored me when I said stype? what show was stype. Later I realized he meant the one with Micheal Stype (am I spelling that right? You know the guy from REM) Total dick
KingCracker wrote:I met the voice of Space Ghost coast to Coast (he is a total dick) and ate lunch with Alfonso Ribeiro totally cool guy.
I used to be a GOD on Need for speed underground.
I seriously thought about trying for a world record for most bones popped (Imagine what you do to your knuckles, but on every part of my body and more then once)
I have an Epic beard.
Ahh man the guy who plays the Space Ghost is a dick? Damn.
I hope someone here has met jon stewart....
You were in need for speed D:. Oh my Emperor, i feel a sense of bowing before you *bows*
Oh yea big time. All I did was say, hey you guys are hilarious, whats your fav show? He rolled his eyes and in a total asshat tone "STYPE" and then just ignored me when I said stype? what show was stype. Later I realized he meant the one with Micheal Stype (am I spelling that right? You know the guy from REM) Total dick
I have a tattoo of Wolverine. Is that a fun fact? Also, like the OP, I once lived in a house that could have been objectively considered haunted and my Grandparents still do live there. Some weird gak went down there man. I wouldn't believe in haunted houses(or whatever phenomena we commonly refer to as hauntings) if I hadn't experienced some of that stuff.
-I'm a sixth generation Pakeha (white New Zealander), which is fairly uncommon.
-More of my immediate family is dead than alive.
-I own an actual, Japanese, folded-steel katana.
-I have, even in my own opinion, too much 40k lying around.
-I own four trench coats.
-And three pairs of black steel-capped boots.
-I was briefly engaged when I was 18 (ololol )
-I enjoy a quiet spliff in the evenings.
-I'm a decent scientific/graphic illustrator.
-I'm also quite the chef.
-Despite being male, I belong in the kitchen (see above).
-I have a massive Nerf arsenal.
-I quit high school at sixteen to get a fine art diploma instead.
-I can adequately perform black metal vocals, and am really rather excellent at death metal vocals.
-H.R. Giger is my hero.
-When I was 5, and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always said "Godzilla".
-Apart for my height, I have nearly achieved that dream.
my great great great uncle was Richard Pearse who many people believe to have beaten the Wright brothers to the first controled flight. (although it is debated) http://www.ctie.monash.edu.au/hargrave/pearse1.html for more.
Im reading peter Jordans books right now. its pritty hard to read and write at the same time. im up to book 7.
I have written a study on youth subculture and tribalism that was partially included in sociological textbooks.
I have kept and bred and helped ensure the future of several species of highly endangered Lake Victoria cichlids, some of which were even classified as extinct.
I have had dinner with John Hurt, Judy Dench and her late husband and daughter.
I have had coffee and biscuits with David Bowie and his wife Iman.
I have gone out drinking and clubbing with Thandie Newton.
Seen Alice Cooper.
Met Status Que drummer (nice guy)
Am desecended from Scandinavia.
Own a battle company.
Am hungover
too hungover to remember anything else cool.
My ancestors built a castle in 925AD and the town around it still bears my family name and crest
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vilseck My grandfather fought for the US was a POW in Germany during the end of WW2, and I am the first person in 100 years to break my family tradition of military service (since WW1).
Dark Eldar was the army I used to learn 40k, can't wait to start a new army of them.
I can't think of anything else
I am related to two former presidents Marten Vanburin and Grant.
Have 4 full companies of marines.
Collect Darth Vader figures and stuffed animals weird I know but there you are Have white dwarf back to issue 53 missing some here or there
I've read the dictionary. I can sing the entirety of Daftpunks 'technologic' song from memory. My favourite animal is the Scorpion. I have three mild phobias (Agro, Gyno, and...Coito). I know Pi to thirty decimal places. I have an obsession with cold custard. My Families crest looks suspicously like a certain god of diseases'. I have the same birthday as Henry VIII and the date of the Sarajevo assasination. I have met and argued with Steve Redgrave. I can drink poison like it's apple juice. One of my Grandmothers has met the Queen. I am blessed with near perfect recall. I have, in the past, been stabbed. I play the Drums. I can stand right behind someone without them noticing indefinately. I share my name with a country, a model, a fish, and an ex-formula 1 team.
- I was almost one year old, when me and my mom where waiting in a queue in front of the iceman (guy selling ice cream?), and there must have been a man behind us,
and he asked me what my name was. My answer to him was (translated into English): "This does not matter, we are all only humans." Many years later I learned that these were my
first words ever.
- I managed once to eat a whole butter cream cake (height~ 12cm) without having planned to do so...I was just hungry in the morning...
- I once stayed awake for nearly 80 hours, beginning with three whole day parties and finishing with a first aid lesson I attended, but I passed out there... - I amputated a mutation growing out of my armpit as it started to look like a finger and almost had the size of one
PR0L0G wrote:- I was almost one year old, when me and my mom where waiting in a queue in front of the iceman (guy selling ice cream?), and there must have been a man behind us,
and he asked me what my name was. My answer to him was (translated into English): "This does not matter, we are all only humans." Many years later I learned that these were my
first words ever.
- I managed once to eat a whole butter cream cake (height~ 12cm) without having planned to do so...I was just hungry in the morning...
- I once stayed awake for nearly 80 hours, beginning with three whole day parties and finishing with a first aid lesson I attended, but I passed out there... - I amputated a mutation growing out of my armpit as it started to look like a finger and almost had the size of one
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:
I share my name with a country, a model, a fish, and an ex-formula 1 team.
Jordan or Chad. Sorry.
As for myself, I'm 100% Bosnian but I was born in Sweden. I have 2 webbed toes. Yuck. I'll probably seperate them surgically in the near future. Does that make me a mutant too?
As for myself, I'm 100% Bosnian but I was born in Sweden. I have 2 webbed toes. Yuck. I'll probably seperate them surgically in the near future. Does that make me a mutant too?
Yes. BURN THE HERETIC! KILL THE MUTANT! PURGE THE UNCLEAN!
As for me:
I've got severe arachnophobia, which my spider loving girlfriend has threatened to use against me on multiple occasions.
I was at the Republican National Convention in '08 and got to meet Guilliani, Bob Barr, Ron Paul, and Mitt Rommney
I'm scared of heights. But not of flying.
I've seen Spaceballs and Dracula: Dead and Loving it a good 20~30 times each. (The 'donkey-cave Family' scene is still my favorite out of all of them...)
I have a fake NYPD uniform from when I was a background cop extra in a law and order episode. I forgot to give it back and they never asked for it. I have contemplated wearing it out in public but I would probably be arrested.
I worked at Splish Splash Waterpark when I was a young lad, and Mick Foley the wrestler/author (a.k.a. Cactus Jack, Mankind) visited the park. He has a wife and kids and overall I thought he was a nice guy from the brief conversation I had with him.
Alrighty then, do I have something for you to beat Dakka...
My grandfather on my father's side was a German Jew, with ancestory from Hessia. However, when he was young in the jolly 1930s they moved to Poland like many other jews and settled in Warzaw. Come 1939 it was time for my Gramps and his brother to be enlisted, what with the growing tensions and all. His brother joined volontairily, and died in the coming war as one of the horsemen that charged on German tanks to buy the civilians time to get the hell out of there. Gramps, however, didn't see the appeal of war and tried to get of it. They tried to give him cholera, didn't work, so they removed all his teeth, but by this time the Polish army was happy to give away dentures as long as they got soldiers.
Come September 1st, he was stationed with infantry at a river crossing, without any kind of heavy support. So when a convoy of German tanks rolled up to them, they were all very eager to surrender. He sat in a POW camp for a while, until it was found out that he was... a communist (wait, wut?) and he were moved to Dachau concentration camp (he didn't think it sounded that bad from the name... he changed his mind later). So after sitting there for a year (without being found out as jewish... feh, what meshuggahs did they employ in that camp?!) he and two other prisoners decided to make a run for it. So over the barbed wire it went, with only my gramps surviving. After running as far as he could he strangled a german soldier and stole his clothes, his boots and his motorcycle. After that he travelled along the backroads through Czechoslovakia, Hungary and into the Soviet Union (he of course dumped the clothes and motorbike for civilian garb and a mellow bike before crossing the border... he kept the boots). So coming to the Soviet Union he felt at home, he travelled to Leningrad and there he lived happily ever after...
Until June 22nd 1941. Suddenly he was conscripted again and it was time for him to be sent to Finland. There he lived out a pretty calm (yet sometimes brutal) war on the Karelen. A stalemate was reached early on and they were reduced to fighting trench to trench.
Now this, is were things get freaky. Meanwhile, my grandfather on my mother's side joined the Finnish army, to protect his country and those he loved. He was shipped to Karelen and put in a comfy trench there. On the same fething place that my other gramps was! They probably shot at eachother hundreds of times before the war was over! What the heck God? What the heck!?
So after the war (which ended in September 1944 for the finns and soviets) my trustworthy father's father used the ensuing confusion to get the hell out of there. Yup, he deserted and took the scenic route through Finland into Sweden. On the way there he had to go through the Finnish Lapland, and to his dismay, the Finns was in a bloody conflict with the remaining Germans there. As he stopped in a town to get some food and drink he was seated by the same table as some Finnish soldiers. Over the years he had picked up alot of the finnish language, and even though they were a bit suspicious of him at first, they softened up on him when he told them that he was on the run from the soviet army and was heading for Sweden. They spent some jolly days together as they smuggled him in their transports as close to the border as they could. After a dangerous swim over the Torneo River he was at last in Sweden, where he settled down and had kids.
As for my mother's father, he drove the transport on without knowing that he had just helped a man who he had exchanged shots with the last couple of years. That's right, the party that my father's father sat with and befriended at that small town in Finn Lapland was my mother's father and his friends being transfered from Karelen to Lapland to fight the Germans there. It's a small world...
Terribly small when you consider that just over two decades ago, one each of their children would meet and the result would be me. To say the least, the baptizing of myself was a strange encounter...
And that's about it. Anything more... I got an icicle in my eye once, does that count?
Vargtass wrote:Alrighty then, do I have something for you to beat Dakka...
My grandfather on my father's side was a German Jew, with ancestory from Hessia. However, when he was young in the jolly 1930s they moved to Poland like many other jews and settled in Warzaw. Come 1939 it was time for my Gramps and his brother to be enlisted, what with the growing tensions and all. His brother joined volontairily, and died in the coming war as one of the horsemen that charged on German tanks to buy the civilians time to get the hell out of there. Gramps, however, didn't see the appeal of war and tried to get of it. They tried to give him cholera, didn't work, so they removed all his teeth, but by this time the Polish army was happy to give away dentures as long as they got soldiers.
Come September 1st, he was stationed with infantry at a river crossing, without any kind of heavy support. So when a convoy of German tanks rolled up to them, they were all very eager to surrender. He sat in a POW camp for a while, until it was found out that he was... a communist (wait, wut?) and he were moved to Dachau concentration camp (he didn't think it sounded that bad from the name... he changed his mind later). So after sitting there for a year (without being found out as jewish... feh, what meshuggahs did they employ in that camp?!) he and two other prisoners decided to make a run for it. So over the barbed wire it went, with only my gramps surviving. After running as far as he could he strangled a german soldier and stole his clothes, his boots and his motorcycle. After that he travelled along the backroads through Czechoslovakia, Hungary and into the Soviet Union (he of course dumped the clothes and motorbike for civilian garb and a mellow bike before crossing the border... he kept the boots). So coming to the Soviet Union he felt at home, he travelled to Leningrad and there he lived happily ever after...
Until June 22nd 1941. Suddenly he was conscripted again and it was time for him to be sent to Finland. There he lived out a pretty calm (yet sometimes brutal) war on the Karelen. A stalemate was reached early on and they were reduced to fighting trench to trench.
Now this, is were things get freaky. Meanwhile, my grandfather on my mother's side joined the Finnish army, to protect his country and those he loved. He was shipped to Karelen and put in a comfy trench there. On the same fething place that my other gramps was! They probably shot at eachother hundreds of times before the war was over! What the heck God? What the heck!?
So after the war (which ended in September 1944 for the finns and soviets) my trustworthy father's father used the ensuing confusion to get the hell out of there. Yup, he deserted and took the scenic route through Finland into Sweden. On the way there he had to go through the Finnish Lapland, and to his dismay, the Finns was in a bloody conflict with the remaining Germans there. As he stopped in a town to get some food and drink he was seated by the same table as some Finnish soldiers. Over the years he had picked up alot of the finnish language, and even though they were a bit suspicious of him at first, they softened up on him when he told them that he was on the run from the soviet army and was heading for Sweden. They spent some jolly days together as they smuggled him in their transports as close to the border as they could. After a dangerous swim over the Torneo River he was at last in Sweden, where he settled down and had kids.
As for my mother's father, he drove the transport on without knowing that he had just helped a man who he had exchanged shots with the last couple of years. That's right, the party that my father's father sat with and befriended at that small town in Finn Lapland was my mother's father and his friends being transfered from Karelen to Lapland to fight the Germans there. It's a small world...
Terribly small when you consider that just over two decades ago, one each of their children would meet and the result would be me. To say the least, the baptizing of myself was a strange encounter...
And that's about it. Anything more... I got an icicle in my eye once, does that count?
HI this is hollywood we would like to buy the rights to this movie
Vargtass wrote:Alrighty then, do I have something for you to beat Dakka...
My grandfather on my father's side was a German Jew, with ancestory from Hessia. However, when he was young in the jolly 1930s they moved to Poland like many other jews and settled in Warzaw. Come 1939 it was time for my Gramps and his brother to be enlisted, what with the growing tensions and all. His brother joined volontairily, and died in the coming war as one of the horsemen that charged on German tanks to buy the civilians time to get the hell out of there. Gramps, however, didn't see the appeal of war and tried to get of it. They tried to give him cholera, didn't work, so they removed all his teeth, but by this time the Polish army was happy to give away dentures as long as they got soldiers.
Come September 1st, he was stationed with infantry at a river crossing, without any kind of heavy support. So when a convoy of German tanks rolled up to them, they were all very eager to surrender. He sat in a POW camp for a while, until it was found out that he was... a communist (wait, wut?) and he were moved to Dachau concentration camp (he didn't think it sounded that bad from the name... he changed his mind later). So after sitting there for a year (without being found out as jewish... feh, what meshuggahs did they employ in that camp?!) he and two other prisoners decided to make a run for it. So over the barbed wire it went, with only my gramps surviving. After running as far as he could he strangled a german soldier and stole his clothes, his boots and his motorcycle. After that he travelled along the backroads through Czechoslovakia, Hungary and into the Soviet Union (he of course dumped the clothes and motorbike for civilian garb and a mellow bike before crossing the border... he kept the boots). So coming to the Soviet Union he felt at home, he travelled to Leningrad and there he lived happily ever after...
Until June 22nd 1941. Suddenly he was conscripted again and it was time for him to be sent to Finland. There he lived out a pretty calm (yet sometimes brutal) war on the Karelen. A stalemate was reached early on and they were reduced to fighting trench to trench.
Now this, is were things get freaky. Meanwhile, my grandfather on my mother's side joined the Finnish army, to protect his country and those he loved. He was shipped to Karelen and put in a comfy trench there. On the same fething place that my other gramps was! They probably shot at eachother hundreds of times before the war was over! What the heck God? What the heck!?
So after the war (which ended in September 1944 for the finns and soviets) my trustworthy father's father used the ensuing confusion to get the hell out of there. Yup, he deserted and took the scenic route through Finland into Sweden. On the way there he had to go through the Finnish Lapland, and to his dismay, the Finns was in a bloody conflict with the remaining Germans there. As he stopped in a town to get some food and drink he was seated by the same table as some Finnish soldiers. Over the years he had picked up alot of the finnish language, and even though they were a bit suspicious of him at first, they softened up on him when he told them that he was on the run from the soviet army and was heading for Sweden. They spent some jolly days together as they smuggled him in their transports as close to the border as they could. After a dangerous swim over the Torneo River he was at last in Sweden, where he settled down and had kids.
As for my mother's father, he drove the transport on without knowing that he had just helped a man who he had exchanged shots with the last couple of years. That's right, the party that my father's father sat with and befriended at that small town in Finn Lapland was my mother's father and his friends being transfered from Karelen to Lapland to fight the Germans there. It's a small world...
Terribly small when you consider that just over two decades ago, one each of their children would meet and the result would be me. To say the least, the baptizing of myself was a strange encounter...
And that's about it. Anything more... I got an icicle in my eye once, does that count?
Epic. Win. You, sir, are a German-Jewish-Polish-Russian-Communist-Deathcamp Escape Artist-Finn-Swede. Respect.
Vargtass wrote:Alrighty then, do I have something for you to beat Dakka...
My grandfather on my father's side was a German Jew, with ancestory from Hessia. However, when he was young in the jolly 1930s they moved to Poland like many other jews and settled in Warzaw. Come 1939 it was time for my Gramps and his brother to be enlisted, what with the growing tensions and all. His brother joined volontairily, and died in the coming war as one of the horsemen that charged on German tanks to buy the civilians time to get the hell out of there. Gramps, however, didn't see the appeal of war and tried to get of it. They tried to give him cholera, didn't work, so they removed all his teeth, but by this time the Polish army was happy to give away dentures as long as they got soldiers.
Come September 1st, he was stationed with infantry at a river crossing, without any kind of heavy support. So when a convoy of German tanks rolled up to them, they were all very eager to surrender. He sat in a POW camp for a while, until it was found out that he was... a communist (wait, wut?) and he were moved to Dachau concentration camp (he didn't think it sounded that bad from the name... he changed his mind later). So after sitting there for a year (without being found out as jewish... feh, what meshuggahs did they employ in that camp?!) he and two other prisoners decided to make a run for it. So over the barbed wire it went, with only my gramps surviving. After running as far as he could he strangled a german soldier and stole his clothes, his boots and his motorcycle. After that he travelled along the backroads through Czechoslovakia, Hungary and into the Soviet Union (he of course dumped the clothes and motorbike for civilian garb and a mellow bike before crossing the border... he kept the boots). So coming to the Soviet Union he felt at home, he travelled to Leningrad and there he lived happily ever after...
Until June 22nd 1941. Suddenly he was conscripted again and it was time for him to be sent to Finland. There he lived out a pretty calm (yet sometimes brutal) war on the Karelen. A stalemate was reached early on and they were reduced to fighting trench to trench.
Now this, is were things get freaky. Meanwhile, my grandfather on my mother's side joined the Finnish army, to protect his country and those he loved. He was shipped to Karelen and put in a comfy trench there. On the same fething place that my other gramps was! They probably shot at eachother hundreds of times before the war was over! What the heck God? What the heck!?
So after the war (which ended in September 1944 for the finns and soviets) my trustworthy father's father used the ensuing confusion to get the hell out of there. Yup, he deserted and took the scenic route through Finland into Sweden. On the way there he had to go through the Finnish Lapland, and to his dismay, the Finns was in a bloody conflict with the remaining Germans there. As he stopped in a town to get some food and drink he was seated by the same table as some Finnish soldiers. Over the years he had picked up alot of the finnish language, and even though they were a bit suspicious of him at first, they softened up on him when he told them that he was on the run from the soviet army and was heading for Sweden. They spent some jolly days together as they smuggled him in their transports as close to the border as they could. After a dangerous swim over the Torneo River he was at last in Sweden, where he settled down and had kids.
As for my mother's father, he drove the transport on without knowing that he had just helped a man who he had exchanged shots with the last couple of years. That's right, the party that my father's father sat with and befriended at that small town in Finn Lapland was my mother's father and his friends being transfered from Karelen to Lapland to fight the Germans there. It's a small world...
Terribly small when you consider that just over two decades ago, one each of their children would meet and the result would be me. To say the least, the baptizing of myself was a strange encounter...
And that's about it. Anything more... I got an icicle in my eye once, does that count?
Have you ever considered writing a best-selling book? Because you've got a blueprint for one right there.
The Radio interviewed me when I was like 9 years old or something. They actually broadcasted that interview, and I was on the air for around 5 whole minutes.
oh yeah, and someone in my family (don't knwo who - far side of the family I think) was a dutch soldier in WW2. He was captured somhow, and sent to stalag camp. He escaped together with some others. They were very hungry, and as they went along, they found something to eat along they way. It was burned and bloody flesh, different body parts spread along the road. They cooked and ate it. Turns out is was a human being! (I may have to ask around in my family about this.)
yeah and someone in my family has an eye patch. Arrr!
My great grand-father was in the one of the Canadian Highlander regiments in WW1. He single handedly took a enemy machine gun *one of the old big 2 man ones*
And covered a retreat when the gun finally ran out of ammo he used his rifle and eventually his handgun to keep the enemy back. He was finally lung shot by a sniper.
He played dead and about 15 minutes later when more allied soldiers showed up. They found him surrounded by enemy corpses and he knew just enough french to ask one of the medics for help.
And apparently my Great-Grandfather on the Norwegian side of the family was in the SS. But we know next to nothing about him as my grandpa *his son* passed away a few years ago and he never spoke about him.
Oh, I also have an epic grandfather story.
My Grandpa (fathers side) was a bomber co-pilot in WWII.
While flying, bullets pieced the front and the pilot was killed. My grandpa had to push him out and take control of the plane to save himself.
He got a distinguished flying cross
I can click my tongue at 100 decibels.
If I sleep, I'm tired, and if I don't sleep, I'm wide awake.
I run on 20 hrs of sleep a week.
I have put a incurable disease into remission
I broke my arm jumping over a foot high net.
Im a distant cousin of Georges Guynemer
In kindergarden I ran away from school, days later a ten foot fence is erected, soon after words I scale the fence and run away a second time.
There have been five different girls who asked if they could put my eyes in a jar so they could set it on their bedside...
Albatross wrote:Well, since we're telling grandad stories...
My Grandad died in Auschwitz.
He fell out of a guard-tower.
Mine died after having a guard at Auschwitz fall on him.
My gramma threw a stone at a guy in an Auschwitz guard tower who then fell on some british fellah. And no, she didn't die!
My grandad pissed off some grouchy old woman who threw a rock at him but missed. He says this happened right outside the gates of Auschwitz, but I'm not sure If I believe him.
Albatross wrote:Well, since we're telling grandad stories...
My Grandad died in Auschwitz.
He fell out of a guard-tower.
Mine died after having a guard at Auschwitz fall on him.
My gramma threw a stone at a guy in an Auschwitz guard tower who then fell on some british fellah. And no, she didn't die!
My grandad pissed off some grouchy old woman who threw a rock at him but missed. He says this happened right outside the gates of Auschwitz, but I'm not sure If I believe him.
Albatross wrote:Well, since we're telling grandad stories...
My Grandad died in Auschwitz.
He fell out of a guard-tower.
Mine died after having a guard at Auschwitz fall on him.
My gramma threw a stone at a guy in an Auschwitz guard tower who then fell on some british fellah. And no, she didn't die!
My grandad pissed off some grouchy old woman who threw a rock at him but missed. He says this happened right outside the gates of Auschwitz, but I'm not sure If I believe him.
My Grandapa was the one that got a old man drunk at Auschwitz bar.
Albatross wrote:Well, since we're telling grandad stories...
My Grandad died in Auschwitz.
He fell out of a guard-tower.
Mine died after having a guard at Auschwitz fall on him.
My gramma threw a stone at a guy in an Auschwitz guard tower who then fell on some british fellah. And no, she didn't die!
My grandad pissed off some grouchy old woman who threw a rock at him but missed. He says this happened right outside the gates of Auschwitz, but I'm not sure If I believe him.
My great-great-etc grandfather commanded the Dutch Navy, drive it right up the Thames estuary, started a fire and put a bunch of moaning Poms in their place.
On the other hand, I thought this thread was supposed to be about us, not our grandparents.
I'll venture back towards the topic. I have 2 wires in my chest from when I used to have a pacemaker. Makes for great xrays when you don't tell the tech about em.
The ancestor that immigrated to America was so drunk and disorderly he got deported from 2 countries, both England and Ireland. He was related to high Irish government at the time, and even they told him to get the hell out.
On my mother's side, I am Prussian, my family coming over before Prussia joined the rest of Germany.
I once met Zack Wyld, he was cool. I've also met nearly the entire band of Korn [Not so into them anymore but hey! Met'm.]
My cousin starred in a really crappy tv show based on 20 000 Leagues Under the Sea.
I have numerous hobbies, not the least of which is micro-forging. Using this skill I have constructed tiny serrated broadheads to give me more interesting gear for my blowgun hobby.
Looking at national averages, my height, weight and whatnot, I'm as average as it gets. Mr. Average in every way but one -huge- one....
rocklord2004 wrote:I'll venture back towards the topic. I have 2 wires in my chest from when I used to have a pacemaker. Makes for great xrays when you don't tell the tech about em.
I bet it is, until you get that really grumpy tech who says "let's MRI this mother !!"
I have a 3 inch scar on my forearm that, when pushed together, looks like a vagina. I call it an "armgina" and sometimes use it as an icebreaker when I meet people.
My nephew was driving a bycicle in todler school. He got overexcited, and slammed into another toddler. That kid he slammed into now has an iron bar where his bone in his leg should be
I've never broken a bone in my body.
I've lived in the same village all my life.
I've traced as far back as I can that I'm 100% English (1620-ish)
I'm quite a good shot.
I'm a 17 year old boy and I detest alcohol.
I'm totally Arachnophobic.
I'm a member of St John Ambulance and am a qualified First Aider.
I have written a novel (it wasn't very good)
Now I'm rewriting said novel (it's much better)
No epic grandparent stories, but I have a cousin who was in the Peace Corps in South America, and is now a lawyer in New York.
I have an aunt who works for the secret service.
My room has a wide variety of posters - from the modern (a Video Games Live poster) to the old (an original Nintendo Entertainment System poster that says "Now You're Playing With Power!")
I also have a detailed poster that's fething massive that's all about the NASA Spacelab.
I am also a fine cook, and am currently in school to get a degree in Culinary Arts.
I have an unhealthy addiction to Carcassonne - so much so that the die inside the box isn't to determine who goes first, it's to determine how many players I'm going to use during one of my solo games.
I walked with Ian Botham for about a mile when he did one of his Lands End to John o' Groats walks.
I won a Design a Super villian contest on one of the old ITV 1 Saturday morning shows when I was about 17, got a set of Batman Returns stuff.
My great grandfather was a Conscientious objector who drove an ambulance type vehicle during WW1. He wouldn't use a weapon, but he was willing to help the wounded. He himself was wounded while pulling men off the battlefield and he earned a couple of medals for his duty through out the war.
Sadly my mother can't remember what they where, she only has a memory of when he showed them to her. Annoyingly they where taken by one of her aunts, when he has said my mother could have them before he died.
I'm originally British, now a US citizen
I met (and adored) Princess Di
Many americans (including my wife) don't understand a lot of my humour
I was very anti-gun when I first arrived in the US, but now I really want an assault rifle
I used to be a copper in London
Several of my friends were killed in an IRA bombing
I once told the French ambassador to f*** off (he was being annoying)
I work in the film industry and have met loads of famous actors
I've literally had my hands on Michelle Pfeiffer
I had the rights to do the first 40K movie
I once used my girlfriend's credit card to pay the bill in a brothel (a very long story...)
A character on Stargate is named after me
I'm actually a really nice bloke
Having my little girl was the best thing I've ever done
I'm no sprue expert
I hate square bases
I commissioned the BloodQuest kill team on p221 of the 4th edition rulebook
My former partner "borrowed" them and has refused to give them back
I'm originally american, ahve lived in several states, Australia and now New Zealand (where I will stay)
My grandad was at Pearl Harbour, transferred to the Infantry, landed on Omaha beach, led a platoon in the battle of the bulge against a company of german armour. Held the line with 60% casualties. Slept with a famous actress of the time in a Bavarian castle and helped design the Air Force academy.
I'm terrified of spiders and have hunted and killed Brown snakes (poisonous, aussies will know them)
I've almost been mugged by some drunk high school students.
I've been to Pointe Du hoc and almost got cut up by some 60 year old barbed wire. Also been to omaha beach, and found some old bunker system with 60 year old german graffiti inside.
I've seen and spoken with briefly one of the Black Eyed Peas at LAX.
But I just want to watch the world burn and bathe in the ashes.
Okie...you really have to decide if your a viking or the Joker ...
No wait,I thought Albie was "The Joker"...feth,I'm so confused now...I can't wait for the weekend,perhaps a bit of "Missionary work" will clear my mind.
But I just want to watch the world burn and bathe in the ashes.
Um... what makes me Interesting?
My great great grandfather was one of the most ferverous judges in the Salem Witch Trials.
Said relative was the first person to admit that what they were doing was wrong.
I am related to Aseline The Wolf King, a Crusader who was in two or three crusades.
I love video games and books, but hate movies and TV with a passion.
My Right Shoulder is double jointed.
I have never broken a bone in my body, but there is no joint I can not crack.
I find a song, listen to it non stop for a week, and then never listen to it again.
I have a tendancy to start things and not finish them. (am working on that, though)
I am constantly trying to write a book/create a game/ or something, but no matter what I "decide" on doing I change my mind within a day.
Gwar! wrote:Pluto isn't a planet, it's now a "Plutoid", which are smaller planetoids beyond the orbit of Netptune but inside the Kupler Belt iirc.
*looks it up*
It's a midget planet and a plutoid. Classified as such because it can't get the kids to get off the lawn and because it is on the butt end of the solar system.
Locclo wrote: to the old (an original Nintendo Entertainment System poster that says "Now You're Playing With Power!")
I have one of these.
I also have had an ancestory burnt at the stake (accused of being a witch)
Have seen my left shoulder bone.
Am incredibly unlucky.
Also do not have a hangover this time! (yay!)
Was gonna post more but I forgot them....
I killed hitler.. wait... that was my dream.
anyway... I have cut myself to the bone on 4 seperate limbs.
I have cut myself on a hottub.
I have been inside a Bentley.
I have seen and talked to Randy Blythe from Lamb of God. (this guy kicks ass)
I have shaken hands with President Bush. (my bad)
I have seen President Obama.
and have drove alongside the presidential limo. (passed me on the highway)
I am both Viking and Pirate. I am in a band. We have a light show. We loving call it "Seizure: The Musical." I once stayed up for 72 hours for the sake of being awake for 72 hours. I did this unassisted by drugs.
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