Stupid things I want to do before I die
May. 26th, 2003 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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In no particular order:- 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
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Date: 2003-05-26 03:21 pm (UTC)b: be shot out of a cannon
c: be thrown by a catapult
d: skydive non-tandem
e: Bungee Jump
f: Surf 35+ foot waves
g: Rock/mountain climb in the desert
h: Swim with Sharks
i: Give the KKK grand dragon a wegie (athough methinks this would be the LAST thing id' do)
j: burried in Tarantuals
k: Basejump off a skyscraper
l: swimming pool full of Jello
m: steal a building (actually contemplated doing this as a UBC engnineer prank.. but didn't pan out)
o: dive off cliffs into water
p: dive from buildings onto airbags
q: Climb mount rushmore - set up a loft in Washingtons nose
r: Water ski - without skis
s: road louge
t: para-glide from the back of a moving vehicle
u: Maried in a sleezy Las Vegas elvis chapel spend the night in
a sleezy motel and go through the drive thru divorce next day
v: Host a beetnik horrible-poetry night where the beret/turtleneck/soul patch dress code is enforced
w: Get a masters in university in physics and chemistry specializing in jet propulsion - just so I could say I was a rocket scientist
x: Apply for a Canada Arts Grant with an Asanine proposal
just to see if I could get it.
y: Pay off my student loan in pennies (too late now though)
z: Pattent all the Amish inventions and then Sue them for unathorized use of my technology
Melton Mowbray
Date: 2003-05-26 03:54 pm (UTC)Well, you know this sounds A LOT like a type of English pork pie that's called Melton Mowbray.
Instead of ostrich, it's pork...cold pork...cold fatty pork that's been slathered in a clear gelatin and then encrusted in a thick, hard lard-based crust.
The "fancy" version of this culinary abomination entails having a whole hard-boiled egg buried in amongst the chunky lump of cold pork.
I reckon each bit of Melton Mowbray adds about the equivalent of two years worth of cholesterol to the blood stream.
Best served with Spotted Dick as the desert, although Battenburg cake will suffice.
Here's a recipe and photo if case you're curious...
Yum yum!
http://www.hwatson.force9.co.uk/cookbook/recipes/meat/meltonmowbraypie.htm
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!
Re: Melton Mowbray
Date: 2003-05-27 10:43 am (UTC)Re: Melton Mowbray
Date: 2003-05-27 11:55 am (UTC)Re: Melton Mowbray
Date: 2003-05-27 12:31 pm (UTC)Mmm... deep-fried bread
Date: 2003-05-27 12:34 pm (UTC)My dear mom used to make it extra fatty with bacon AND egg drippings - although my purist dad prefered it with just straight with plain ol' lard.