Nobert @ 12/9/2013 23:34

Curtis @ 12/9/2013 17:30 Jeff does't have a fear of spiders, just their webs I can kill spiders easily but I hate the texture of it.

You know what is even more scary...

spider eggs....

imagine poking a hole in one and hundreds of those little fucks bursting out crawling on you. >:3

Car accident count if the wheel fell off while I was in a car? We didn't crash, but the wheel came off.
Once I have a steady source of income I know of two or three tattoos I want. @ are literary references the other is a set of lips on my ass >_>
I believe in aliens

Kru @ 12/9/2013 19:16

Nobert @ 12/9/2013 23:34 Curtis @ 12/9/2013 17:30 Jeff does't have a fear of spiders, just their webs I can kill spiders easily but I hate the texture of it. You know what is even more scary... spider eggs.... imagine poking a hole in one and hundreds of those little fucks bursting out crawling on you. >:3

I guess I'm the only FE member with some ink.

Almost none for me this time...

I know sign language:
Nope. I know people who know sign language and it blows my mind. Pretty impressive skill to learn.

I have a tattoo:
Also no. I'd never get one either. There's nothing in the world I feel passionately enough about that I'd want it branded onto my skin for life.

I've been in a car accident:
I haven't, which I actually find surprising. I'd have thought by my age I'd have at least been involved in a minor one but I've never ridden in a vehicle that's crashed enough to even cause whiplash. I suppose it depends on how you define accident. I rear-ended a wall on my first driving test but it wasn't enough to scratch the paintwork (:

I believe in aliens:
Absolutely. The existence of aliens is so likely that it's a probable certainty. Life exists in some of the most remote regions on Earth, and scientific study is constantly warming up to the prospect that life actually began on Mars anyway, so it's not really a stretch. There may even be single celled or potentially multi-cellular life in our solar system. Not on any other planets, but there are some moons that have the potential for holding life due to a warming affect created by the planet's gravitational pull. Europa is the current favourite and it'd be great to send a probe up there and drill through the ice.

Intelligent or sentient life is much less certain. Possible but not even highly probable. There's no good reason for intelligent life to exist in the first place.

I have a phobia:
Most of FE knows about my fear of moths which is ridiculous and incredibly annoying at the same time.

I can speak two or more languages fluently:
I took German at school and forgot most of it. I went through a phase of trying to learn Spanish a while back and forgot most of it. I suck at this.

I've broken a bone:
A hairline fracture from falling onto my ankle when I was 14. Pitiful really. Barely even counts, but I was in a plaster cast for about 4 weeks.

I've lied about my age:
I honestly don't think I have. There are a few occasions I can remember where I had alcohol before I was 18, but on none of those occasions did I lie to anybody about my age to get it, other people just got it for me. Aside from that, I don't think so.

I've reached that sad point where I don't even remember my own age now though. I have to stop and really think hard about it.

I can play an instrument fairly well:
I play guitar but I wouldn't call it fairly well. I can do a few chords, play some songs if I have the tab or chord progression in front of me and already know the song. It sounds reasonably like what it's meant to sound like but I'd never be confident enough to perform in front of an audience. Something I'd like to do more of, really.

I've been in a fist fight:
Don't think I have either.

Mal @ 12/9/2013 22:53

Anyone who has used the internet before the age of 18 has lied about their age.

Good point.

I actually posted on my first message board when I was 12 and needed to lie to get a Yahoo account in order to do it.

Car accident. I was messing around with two friends like three weeks after I even got my car and ran it headfirst into a ditch. Guy in the passenger seat wasn't wearing a seatbelt and for some reason I threw mine off and laid over him. Woke up with blood everywhere and thought it was coming from my head. I stumbled out but realized I was just sweating really bad, and the blood had come from the guy in the backseat busting his lip. I had a concussion but no serious injuries to anyone. Except the car.

Broke a bone. I obliterated my right leg. Like completely snapped it in half. Metal plates and pins. How did I do it? Well... let's just say I tried to tell my friend that I can not roller skate. Yes. Roller skating.

I guess trying to buy beer and cigarettes and stuff when I wasn't old enough counts as lying about my age. I had a huge beard at 17 so I succeeded more often than others. And internet shenanigans of course.

Been in a handful of fist fights but none of them were serious street fighting affairs. Just drunk assholes unable to control themselves, with a few middle/highschool fights sprinkled in.

I don't know if it's a full blown phobia but I don't do well with heights and I really hate spiders.

I should be able to say I speak Spanish fluently after being in it for three years instead of two, but nope, it just didn't click for me.

I know sign language
Some, have forgotten quite a bit but took classes for a while. Remember most of the alphabet and some signs though.

I have a tattoo
Nope.

I've been in a car accident
Yes, was rear-ended. I was pregnant at the time. The cop came over to the car and asked if I was ok, I said I was pg and wanted to go to the hospital to have the baby checked. The guy who hit me went to sit in the median. Then I asked the cop to please contact my husbands department so he didn't hear my name/plate dispatched over the radio and worry. With that the guy who hit me was laying in the grass lol Yup..he hit a cops pg wife. Not one of his better days I'm sure. :P

I believe in aliens
Not enough to worry about them. I highly doubt if they exist they are a concern to us.

I have a phobia
Many. Germs are at the top of my list.
I don't kill bugs, hubby comes home to find mugs randomly overturned on the carpet. He knows he better be ready to kill whatever is under there if he moves a mug. The house centipede things creep me out the most though.

I can speak two or more languages fluently
I can speak enough spanish to order a beer and ask for the restroom. I consider that survivable skills.

I've broken a bone
None, but not for lack of trying. Fell through enough floors tramping around barns or swinging from the loft on ropes.

I've lied about my age
Probably, I definitely don't openly discuss it, but I know at least one of you on here know my age and he better keep quiet about it ;)

I can play an instrument fairly well
I can play piano fairly decent. Haven't played in a long time and not admitting the other instrument.

I've been in a fist fight
Nope. But I got frustrated enough in a flag football game that I started just tackling the QB since they wouldn't call sacks. :D That's probably the most physically aggressive I've ever been with someone. And once the game was over, I sort of wished they wouldn't make the girls only play flag.

Sign Language: Nope. Robette knows quite a bit, and she makes fun of my inability to learn it.

Tattoo: I've got the Hebrew characters for "Brother" on my shoulder. My brother and I both did it a while back, (got a Theology professor from RSU who operates a website making fun of people who get Hebrew tattoos that don't say anything remotely close to what they're supposed to to verify it and everything) and it serves as a good reminder that I need to continue to love him despite what a tard he can be.

Car Accident: Got rear-ended during my bachelor party, and rear-ended someone else a few years back because some retard decided to stop in the middle of the road for no reason while everybody behind him was accelerating out of a construction zone.

Aliens: This one's touchy. I'm inclined to believe that something's out there, but I lean towards the belief that it's something supernatural as opposed to intergalactic beings.

Phobia: A slight fear of glass breaking.

Language Proficiency: I took four years of German, and actually taught Spanish for a year, but I'm not fluent in either.

Broken Bone: Jury's out on this one. I certainly did a hell of a lot of things to my fingers during my basketball years, including several sprains and a massive dislocation that resulted in a permanently disfigured pinky, but never got anything x-rayed, so I don't know if I broke anything or not.

Lied about my age: It's the internet. Of course I have.

Instrument: I play the bass reasonably well, but due to my brain being the way it is, I have to learn each song individually from scratch, and can't carry the skill from one to the next. It's weird.

Fistfight: Only one, and it was impressive. I was fourteen or so, and fought this kid with bad acne, a lazy eye, a limp, and the rare combination of a compulsive need to insult everybody and a complete lack of talent for coming up with insults that were actually insulting. We both had a crush on the same girl (probably everybody in the class did, since she was the only one who had noticeably... "developed") and she liked me and not him. In a cruel twist of fate, I had absolutely no idea that she liked me, (and only found out about it after she moved away to Ontario), so this poor jerk not only was failing to get the girl, but was watching the girl hit on me and me not notice it, which probably drove him more than a little insane. Anyway, one day he's being a dick to me, and I decide I've had enough of it, so I tell him to shut up. He keeps talking. I tell him to shut up again. He keeps talking. I scream at him to SHUT THE HELL UP. He gets in my face and says, "Make me." So I made him. He went down after only one punch, and limped away at high speed. Six months later I found out the guy had severe multiple sclerosis, which totally cheapened the victory, and just goes to show that terminally ill people aren't nearly as nice as after-school specials would have you believe.

I'm arachnophobic. But that's the only box that applies to me.

Upon further thought, I have lied about my age on the internet.

President Rob @ 13/9/2013 1:13

Phobia: A slight fear of glass breaking.

Bah gawd that man had a family, Stone Cold Stone Cold Stone Cold!!!

I know sign language:
I wouldn't say I know it, but I know how to say a lot of things including idiot and some bad signs. =X

I have a tattoo:
I'm naturally an indecisive person and the thought of getting something branded on my skin that I can't really get rid of scares me a bit. There is one tattoo I've always thought of getting, but the desire isn't there and I don't want something on me that I won't look at and love.

I've been in a car accident:
I have. I think some of you know about it. Some lady slammed on her brakes for a prairie rat and I rear ended her. Apparently slamming on your brakes when a light is green is legal and so it was my fault. When I went to check on her, she had a split head and told me this, "At least the prairie dog is ok." I wanted to push on the gash on her forehead so hard, but I held it together. Every time I see a prairie dog now, I want to run it over...I've never had that desire before.

I believe in aliens:
I do not.

I have a phobia:
Phobia might be a bit strong, but I absolutely HATE spiders. I live in the basement too so there are a lot. I feel I have a spidey-sense of sorts because I could be doing anything and I'll sense movement and I look over...yep! A spider!! I was either blessed with it or God cursed me to know where every spider is ever.

Basically I take one of my 60 pairs of shoes, usually the more rugged ones I don't care about (yes I look for them) and I slap the spider as hard as I can...I cannot touch them even with a tissue or anything so I leave them there. There are a lot of dead spiders stuck to my wall... =\ I blame my father.

I also don't like snakes. I thought I did, but one time I was holding a python and it stopped doing that tongue thing which they usually use to sense...I thought it was going to bite me and I never wanted to hold one since.

I can speak two or more languages fluently:
It doesn't sound like anyone can...or they have a weird definition of fluently. I know quite a bit of Spanish. I took 4 years of it. I can tell you any bad words, which I'm sort of proud of, but not.

I've broken a bone:
Nope. Lucky me! With how rough I've played sports, I'm shocked.

I've lied about my age:
Anyone who has played "alias" in an org has lied about it haha so yes.

I can play an instrument fairly well:
No... :'(

I've been in a fist fight:
I wanted to so badly before I turned 18, but I never had any enemies in school. I had one opportunity at the end of a soccer game but didn't take it. I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Johnny @ 12/9/2013 23:18

I'm arachnophobic. But that's the only box that applies to me.

Your life stinks. I'm glad I don't know you...

If I ever see a prairie dog I'm going to stomp the shit out of it for you.

Fuck prairie dogs.