Tehra wrote:
1. I walk, a lot. I put on headphones, hit shuffle all and just roam. I tend to do that with my car too, but to a lesser degree. I don't tire of the scenery, I live less than 2 miles from the beach and one of the highest points on the eastern seaboard.
2. I played drums and miscellaneous percussion, which actually made me worse at playing rockband. I used to have 3 turntables and a pretty nice sound system, with serato. I got rid of it. I still have my vinyl though.
3. I learned to read so I could use a Commodore 64 unassisted, and I refused any offered help with that, too. I tackle most things that way.
4. I received 7 stitches to my upper forehead in 1984, when I was 2. The scar remains. I've loathed Harry Potter since day one.
5. I was raised catholic, and gave it up for lent after being confirmed. I remember the bishop's stare when he asked my confirmation name.
6. I was engaged once. Most of my relationships have ended nicely. That one wound up off a cliff somewhere sometime late march of last year. She's still alive, simmer down your paranoia. Someone new has caught my interest, though, and she's already thrown me for a loop because she's the first person to make the first move on me.
7. I've blacked out twice in life. Once was new years eve in high school, which freaked out my friends because I was talking to someone the entire time I was on the floor, demanding "more time". The other time was in summer of 2008, when I went out with my then-fiance and played catch-up in drinking when we came home, since I was the designated driver. Apparently she tried to wake me up the next morning and couldn't. She knew I had vivid dreams, and had heard some of them before, and was told to never wake me during one, but fear kicked in for her. She had pulled me across the bed, shaking me, until I shouted something to her. I woke up a half hour later to her crying, sitting with my head in her lap. She wouldn't stop apologizing, and it was like pulling teeth to find out what I said. I never drank heavily again.
8. I've had one near death experience. It was interesting. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like something was terribly wrong. I walked to my bathroom and splashed water on my face, feeling pain everywhere. I saw my life flashing before my eyes, to the finest detail, my heart wasn't beating. I asked what I did wrong. At that point the playback changed focus, sped up and landed on a single event back in october of 2007. I felt remorse for my words on that day, and I apologized. I heard something, I felt a weight removed, my heart beat again, I could breathe, and I was pissed. I went for a walk until I was exhausted. That happened on the night before I was supposed to go to the play time ulduar 25 raid and tank it. That's why I bailed on the weekend runs, and eventually WoW altogether. Medical tests performed after said I was fine, but it nagged at me until early January of 2010.
9. I have a tattoo, of a handle I was given in the 90's when some people discovered I could easily find flaws in systems, flaws that could be exploited quite nicely. I was "too good at random numbers" they said. It was a path I left behind after hacking became something that could be twisted into terrorism at the whim of a prosecutor in 2001. I still tend to find ways to bend or break rules other people set, though.
I see what you did there.
