By way of malinaldarose...

[ellyssian]

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".

1. Despite my protests about how difficult - even insane - it would be to cut the multitude of rubber bands out of my niece's hair without lopping of chunks of her hair; and despite not taking my offer of using the chainsaw to do the job, somehow I ended up playing hairdresser tonight. Very few strands of hair were injured, and those that were had been stuck in the rubber bands. Although I will never have a career in cosmetology, I am often blamed for ruining someone else's career in the same. Something about spending more time with me than in school.
2. I was once chased by Frankenstein's Monster. It was in the cellar of a farmhouse in Connecticut. He may have said something normal, like "Hi, Paul," to my best friend, but said best friend had just finished explaining how this other guy was also sometimes at the house, and how he scared Paul, and how he looked more like the Monster than any actor in makeup, and how the scariest place to see him would be in this very spooky rock-and-dirt-and-no-light cellar. Naturally, all we heard when he spoke was some kind of horrible roar. So we ran.
3. I once had a dream that involved Vikings landing on Cape Cod. It was a long extended dream, with much detail, and much to do about the tribes that interacted with the settlers. And then I discovered, not all that far from where I grew up, a tower that memorialized the arrival of the Vikings there and on Cape Cod. There is nothing to back up the statements made in the words on that watchtower - just someone with a lot of money and a lot of belief - but somehow it still held some power for me, and I liked to visit it often. The fact that there were woods and waterfalls nearby didn't hurt.
4. One day, my drummer and I took the train into the airport, to see off our girlfriends. They were from Florida, and were in Massachusetts on vacation for a couple of weeks, so the relationships were for a Limited Time Only. On the Orange Line, we were playing some Voivod fairly loud, and likely annoying some people. If we had been on the next train - and we almost were - I would most likely not be typing this, as the people we would most definitely have annoyed would have been the gang members who were waving the UZI around and threatening the passengers.
5. I was once involved in causing a potentially child-molesting ex-con to wet himself in fear. We drove half way across the state to go to a mall to meet my friend's girlfriend. She was underage, but not so much so for him, as he was at least three years younger than me - and I was probably 18 or 19 at the time. Once there, she ignored him. Instead of us giving her a ride back home to the army base where she lived, she decided she was going home with this other guy because he had a white Corvette. I was driving a Mercury Marquis. It was never a police car, but it was close enough that the police specs were stamped in the door frame. It also had power locks that tapped just enough of the battery to cause the headlights to flicker. On the ride home, my friend was very dejected. And then he asked me to put the high beams on, and he started tapping the door lock switch. The VW bus in front of us pulled over immediately, and there was a white Corvette. He ran. We did not pursue, as we were unfamiliar with the area off the highway. The damage was already done. Even with the white Corvette, she was no longer impressed by the hardened ex-con with the open containers and the lack of license, insurance, and registration, who was in violation of his parole for all that. Not to mention having an underage girl in the car was also forbidden...
6. During junior high, I would go for a week at a time without sleeping.
7. I worked on cars more in the years before I could drive than I did in those when I could. Although, when we had the Citation, I rebuilt its carburetor. It was a 1982 model year - it is about the newest car I will work on. I can understand the older cars. I can understand computers. I can not speak to cars with computers. They are alien to me. Despite warnings from professional mechanics not to be dismayed when I would have to re-rebuild the carb a few times because even the best always put something together wrong, it started - and ran - on the first try.

I tag: blood_of_winter, fredericks, noone234, opakele, patrixa, saminz, and wyyknot.

Comments

[rowancat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, riding the T, esp the Orange Line (the few times i ever used that)
can be an real adventure :)
Mostly used the Red (as far as Park, except 4 years going to U/Mass)
and the various Green Lines.
Blue Line rarely.

Never ran into any aggressive gang members but the girls/women on the red and green lines
can be rather aggressive sexually. :) Been deliberately humped (spooned from both directions)
by girls on those line several times while standing in crowded cars and had large attractive soft breasts clad in a thin tee shirt rubbed repeatedly in my face while sitting down (on those seats that face sideways)
Or women practically sitting in my lap.
Been picked up in some very explicit ways a few times.

Much nicer than some punk waving around an Uzi :)

[patrixa.livejournal.com]

I'm wondering if I rode the same T lines as you and rowancat because I never had any similar experiences, oh wait, I did make 3 teens leave at the next stop for harrassing an old couple. As ellyssian knows, I don't take nonsense well. But mostly I had either no conversations or else pleasant ones. Seldom saw any troublesome stuff, but lots of weirdness. Guess I miss it a little.

As for the rest of e's quirks: well, well, well -- I like to learn something new everyday and I did here although I do recall hearing about the monster in CT.

[rowancat.livejournal.com]

"but lots of weirdness."
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Hee, Well i'd say an attractive grad student type bringing herself
to a quiet but obvious orgasm on your tailbone, etc, pressed up
against you (in a ten minute standing room only ride)
and not even saying "Thank You" after is definitely weird :)

And people think that only guys do that sort of thing. Stereotypes...

[patrixa.livejournal.com]

Sigh-- guess when one reaches a certain age such interesting, albeit weird, stuff just doesn't happen.

[rowancat.livejournal.com]

Well, this mostly happened from the sixties to the late nineties when i was riding the T a lot.

Synchronicity: kajivar, she lives in Boston, just posted
this about the T :)
http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/gallery/011208_nopants/

I can't figure out how to link her actual post. I used to know. Memory is shot, i guess ;)

[d2leddy.livejournal.com]

During junior high, I would go for a week at a time without sleeping.

This is interesting. I've done some reading about alternate sleep patterns . . . one in which you sleep exactly 20 minutes every four hours. Could you talk about going aweek at a time without sleep?

[ellyssian.livejournal.com]

It mostly involved books.

I'd say that probably only happened 2-3 times over the two years. I would probably go without sleep for a day or two out of every week on a more regular basis.