Stupid things I want to do before I die
May. 26th, 2003 12:29 pm- Make a giant meatloaf with an ostrich egg in the middle
- Watch cats play on the moon ("Raaar! I'm a tiger and I can jump 10 metres! Mewp!")
- Drive to Tuktoyaktuk (or at least drive to Inuvik and take the boat to Tuk... unless I go in the winter when the ice-road is open)
- Roll a beach-ball down the outside of the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas
Hmmm....
Date: 2003-05-26 04:51 pm (UTC)b-e: don't appeal to me much, although people I know who have done d and e say they are great.
f: never been on anything bigger than about 18' myself. 35'+... without sufficient practice (like a decade or two) that probably would be the last thing you'd ever do.
g: not fond of heat.
h: interesting. I can see the appeal, but not my thing.
i: Hehehe! The Grand Wedgie!
j: planning an appearance on Fear Factor? lol!
k: same pile as b-e
l: Yes!! On the list!
m: Oooh! That's a supervillain thing! I like.
o: been there, done that... a lot. Probably why b-e,k don't excite me.
p: You could make a lot of money doing that.
q: Whould you believe there are people who climb those faces for a living - that sculpture requires a lot of maintenance.
r: Done that. It feels... strange.
s: Used to do that all the time as a kid... on those tiny, plastic 70's skateboards no less.
t: That could be fun.
u: that just sounds expensive.
v: EXCELLENT! You can throw it here! Seriously! (But after we get back from NYC)
w: My retirement plan is to collect degrees. I'm starting with philosophy, though. Depending on how long I live, I might just do this.
x: Done this one. Didn't get the money.
y: Personally I'd like to pay the last dollar off this way. One roll in each fist...
z: Damn you, English!
Horrible Poetry night - what I envisioned Daddeo
Date: 2003-05-26 05:18 pm (UTC)Everyone has to wear a beret, hold a cigarette , and sport a black turtle neck.
Soul Patches required , for those without them
they will be drawn on at the door. No girls allowed to smoke without cigarette holders
We would need a blue spotlight and a Faux brick wall, a single lone mic It would be Perfect if we could get a chello player
and bongo drums The whole place would have to be dark and smokey (fog generator) No alcohol.. but have everyone WIRED on cafine
The poems would have to be craptacular...
"the city
...calling me
where is my dishsoap ?
...I screamed at the night..."
(hissing and snapping fingers)
Re: Horrible Poetry night - what I envisioned Daddeo
Date: 2003-05-26 05:29 pm (UTC)Why not just invite
Re: Hmmm....
Date: 2003-05-26 07:00 pm (UTC)Make that chocolate Jell-O pudding and you can count me in!