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Seven Legal Ones
Having been Blogtagged by MillyMoo, and also seeing as the old blogs are a bit thin on the ground of late (a good indicator of a healthy work-life!), I shall accept her meme challenge.
7 Random/Weird Facts About Franzy
1. I used to be in a circus. I can juggle, do the splits, walk on stilts, ride a unicycle poorly, balance stuff, climb a rope, swing from a trapeze and pretend to get hit in the face quite well. Sadly, a neck injury followed closely by a massive knee injury has finished my circus days. Now I just quietly impress folks at the gym with my rehabilitated ability to stand one-legged on the wobble-board for extended periods.
2. I once ate a whole Quarter Pounder, in a single bite, while driving at 100km/h, in New Zealand. It was on a dare during a ski trip and (sadly, randomly or weirdly, depending on your disposition towards food) the three french fries I popped into my mouth just before the dare were neither chewed, swallowed nor seen again. (Half of one dislodged from a sinus after a particularly spectacular tumble on the slopes a few days later, maybe the rest are still waiting in my sinuses, like Noah in his ark, for that chip's return to confirm that the storm is over).
3. I have never tasted Penfold's Grange, seen a real live whale or had a cigarette touch my lips. I regret the whale and the wine, and plan to rectify those before I cark it, but am quite proud of the cigarette thing.
4. Every single girl I've ever fancied and/or married hasn't been able to stand the taste of coriander. They all say the same thing: that it tastes like soap.
5. I get déjà vu all the time. At least once a week. But only from dreams. So I dream it, then it happens days, weeks, months, even years later. But as soon as it goes down, I know what the dream was and when I dreamt it.
6. When I was ten years old, I killed a snake that was coming into my Aunty's house with a broom handle. Then I burst into tears because I had killed something.
7. According to our birth certificates, I was born at exactly the same time and date as my mother. 8pm, 24th of December, 32 years apart.
I tag no one, because all the people who would have done this have already done it. This meme is like the cold that goes around the school yard.
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GTH - Lion and The Other, other Sam take away the points this week for sleuthing out the crazy Sunsilk-shilling bride in the Youtube video. I am tempted to take points away from River for the terrible pothead gag. The header was Mele in a homemade beanie, signifying just how far you can get away with telling your lady that her hair looks really smashing today darling, what have you done with it? It looks fabulous!
7 Random/Weird Facts About Franzy
1. I used to be in a circus. I can juggle, do the splits, walk on stilts, ride a unicycle poorly, balance stuff, climb a rope, swing from a trapeze and pretend to get hit in the face quite well. Sadly, a neck injury followed closely by a massive knee injury has finished my circus days. Now I just quietly impress folks at the gym with my rehabilitated ability to stand one-legged on the wobble-board for extended periods.
2. I once ate a whole Quarter Pounder, in a single bite, while driving at 100km/h, in New Zealand. It was on a dare during a ski trip and (sadly, randomly or weirdly, depending on your disposition towards food) the three french fries I popped into my mouth just before the dare were neither chewed, swallowed nor seen again. (Half of one dislodged from a sinus after a particularly spectacular tumble on the slopes a few days later, maybe the rest are still waiting in my sinuses, like Noah in his ark, for that chip's return to confirm that the storm is over).
3. I have never tasted Penfold's Grange, seen a real live whale or had a cigarette touch my lips. I regret the whale and the wine, and plan to rectify those before I cark it, but am quite proud of the cigarette thing.
4. Every single girl I've ever fancied and/or married hasn't been able to stand the taste of coriander. They all say the same thing: that it tastes like soap.
5. I get déjà vu all the time. At least once a week. But only from dreams. So I dream it, then it happens days, weeks, months, even years later. But as soon as it goes down, I know what the dream was and when I dreamt it.
6. When I was ten years old, I killed a snake that was coming into my Aunty's house with a broom handle. Then I burst into tears because I had killed something.
7. According to our birth certificates, I was born at exactly the same time and date as my mother. 8pm, 24th of December, 32 years apart.
I tag no one, because all the people who would have done this have already done it. This meme is like the cold that goes around the school yard.
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GTH - Lion and The Other, other Sam take away the points this week for sleuthing out the crazy Sunsilk-shilling bride in the Youtube video. I am tempted to take points away from River for the terrible pothead gag. The header was Mele in a homemade beanie, signifying just how far you can get away with telling your lady that her hair looks really smashing today darling, what have you done with it? It looks fabulous!
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
