Quote from: Lee on July 29, 2011, 07:25:38 PM
Package it with some double sticky tape, and I bet some guy on here will buy it off of you.

I learned how to do a wolfman costume from a friend. She showed me how to apply Human Hair with spirit gum.
We did my entire face, it takes time, but the effects are amazing!
She used to do theater makeup for a living. She turned me into a girl one day. I will never forget it, looking into the mirror and seeing
a female me. I was stunned, and then realized that I wasn't very attractive. She told me if she had more time, she would go over
make-up tips, do's and don'ts and she would do a much finer version another day.

Ativan

My socks never match.

I get so addicted to video games that I have forced myself to stop playing them. It's been a year. :O

My Strange Fact has to do with how I first started going into ladies restrooms.

One of my first (dumb) jobs was a route job where I drove to businesses around town changing the those little wall-mounted deodorizers. I was like 19 years old and overcoming the awkwardness of this was no small feat for me. I always had to knock and yell "serviceman" before entering. If there was a reply, of course, I waited. Once in awhile someone didn't reply and embarrassment ensued. In retrospect, I think the fact that I had fairly feminine looking hair below my shoulders probably helped, though. If I'd girled up just a little more I'm sure I could have just passed for a "servicewoman".

@Lyric - I love your name.

Did girls really freak out that much? It doesn't seem like such a big deal to me. 

I can easily why someone would find it uncomfortable came into a bathroom like that. I would but that might because I don't like public bathrooms at all.

My hair length goal is knee but I will settle for classic length.

I used to be in the Society for Creative Anachronism.  My main focuses were buying knives, drumming, and partying.  I once drank 7 full-sized bottles of cheap Asti Spumante (someone needed the empties to rack wine they were making), followed it up with Killian's Irish Red, and followed that with Budweiser.  It was at that point I realized I hadn't set up my tent and wasn't able to.  I slept on a garbage-strewn picnic table with flies buzzing around.

My first job was with a "direct mail marketing" firm, in other words, junk mail.  The boss kept buying weird old computer hardware from bank auctions.  We had this old line printer where the ink ribbon was a giant spool the width of the page... and its motor had died.  Nobody made replacements for it.  Instead junking it or getting the motor fixed, I had to turn it manually with my thumb on the edge of the gear.

We also had jobs where our customer was paranoid and refused to send us their mailing lists on disk or tape... so they sent us printouts instead, which I had to key in since OCR was really lousy at the time.

On the flip side, a prestigious tennis academy sent us their database including unencrpyted credit card numbers of very wealthy people sending their kids halfway around the world for summer camp.

Quote from: Rebis on July 29, 2011, 05:35:57 PM
I can PM you, if you'd like, Julian.

I'd like that. 

Well now, I was thrown out of a Mission Church for not following their leader.
There is a name for that in religious terms but that's aside.

It turned out that these folks became a full on sect with their "preacher teacher" having 6 or 7 wives. They had to leave the country (SA), and made each follower to sell off all their belongings when going to Switzerland.
There, after some time, they were going to be extradited, send back to SA.

I lost track of them. Poor souls.

Initially all this was pretty traumatic but as it turns out, I WAS ONE OF THE LUCKY ONES.

Axelle
PS: Sometimes not to be good can be a good thing too...

PS: Sometimes not to be good can be a good thing too...

And other times it's just awesome!

I got spanked by my dad when I was twelve....for what you ask,


SOmeone ate the $1.50 can of frosting and I wouldnt fess up.


WORSt DAD EVER!!!

When I was little and would get angry, I'd slam the door to my room.  This drove my mom crazy... so she'd make me open and close the door quietly 100 times.  That was probably the punishment that bothered me the most of any in my childhood, but after a couple times I got the message.

(Today of course this sounds like something to do for XP and loot...)

I went to a conservative, evangelical Christian college, a place where my mind should've been kept closed and validated and sheltered within the safety of the campus grounds... and yet it's there that I met the person who helped me open my eyes to new points of view for the first time and start questioning things like I never had done before.

In an age where ADD and ADHD are probably over-diagnosed, I somehow was labelled as "immature" in kindergarten and it wasn't until I was 21 that they realized I have ADD.

I sat my mom down and made her teach me the alphabet.  I also practically toilet trained myself.  It's not that my mother is inept in any way, on the contrary she's a fantastic mother.  I was just progressing much quicker than I should've been.

Oh, and I like the taste of metal.  I used to suck on a safety pin and can latch and unlatch it in my mouth with ease and without pricking myself. :3

and yet it's there that I met the person who helped me open my eyes to new points of view for the first time and start questioning things like I never had done before.

Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
   -hunter/garcia

"Tasting metal" makes me recall, that I loved to lick the brass railing in staircase in our house.

That was my idea of a water-sucker lolly pop, yummy. It was shortly after WWII of course. No such stuff as ice-cream... gotta be kidding!

Axelle

Quote from: jordonna10 on August 01, 2011, 05:55:22 PM
I got spanked by my dad when I was twelve....for what you ask,


SOmeone ate the $1.50 can of frosting and I wouldnt fess up.


WORSt DAD EVER!!!

You're lucky you aren't my child. I would have made you eat 3 more cans and then took you out for Ice-Cream.

Quote from: Rebis on August 02, 2011, 11:42:36 AM
You're lucky you aren't my child. I would have made you eat 3 more cans and then took you out for Ice-Cream.

Heres the thing....I didnt eat it. I wasn't about to admit to something I didnt do.

I'm sorry, I had thought you did eat it.  I would still take you out for ice-cream

Not sure how this got onto a subject of Dads, but mine is a strange man, obsessively ordered. When I was a teenager he didn't talk to me for nearly three weeks because I put my boots at an angle under the coats instead of flat next to each other...bless him. A fantastic man, but a little frustrating to live with.

I dislike handshakes. I have a severe phobia of being crushed by large people. I find the tinkling of bells and chains to be very soothing. I can put both of my legs behind my head at the same time.

when Im drunk...I like to hug people....I also like to tell girls at the club that they are pretty...even though Im completely lying. I just love the reaction they give me.-___-

Im so ashamed....