What is something you've done that you believe very few other people have done? Only one caveat: it can't be cool or jealousy-provoking.
I'll start. I watched every minute of Francis Ford Coppola's "Megalopolis".
Just finished... it made me think of this topic.
Ate a whole bar of soap in high school. I was in a military school, and it was an initiation/bet in a certain extracurricular group.
At practice one day, they asked if anyone wanted to earn $300. All the hands shot up.Then they asked if anyone wanted to eat soap. All hands drop. Then, they asked if anyone wanted to eat a bar of soap for $300. Me and one other dude raised our hands again. After practice we went back to the dorm of one of the group leaders where they laid out the rules: entry fee is $25. One bar of soap, cut into six pieces. The four smaller pieces are too be eaten in one bite, chewed minimum of ten times, and swallowed. The two bigger pieces had to be bitten in half, chewed, and swallowed. If you got all the soap down, you had to keep it down for 15 minutes. If you get this far, you keep all the entry fees of everyone that's failed before you.
Guy before me taps out halfway through. I finish, and hold it down for the required 15 minutes, as the leaders get more and more agitated. After i win and they give me my money, I'm informed that I've just ruined the party they hold every year after the last major inspection is completed. Turns out, they've been running this scam for years as a way to grift money from younger members to fund their own shenanigans. I'm told that I'm not to return to practice the following day, as I'm not longer a member of the club.
Joined yearbook instead, and bought a lot of pizza for my friends that semester.
Mmmm, soap.
Irish Spring to be exact! And i gotta say that first bite of pepperoni pizza afterwards was... pleasant. That's when i learned about the lye content in soap.
Was the first person in Australia to complete dual recognition (tertiary certificate through VCE )
We were the pilot. Of the small class, two dropped out, third failed. I passed with a cert iv in horticulture alongside my VCE.
Porn, volunteering for modeling for drawings at universitys nude and none nude, acting on stage, playing in a Philharmonic orchestra
Quite a resume. You have many talents. A good-looking musician I'd say.
Would you recommend your path to others just setting out on their journey?
Hahahahahaha no :D Especially not the porn part. Especially not why and how i slid down and that i am still fighting the addictions that i got threw porn acting
Also i have only recently turned 22 with that resume
But the musician, getting comfortable with your body (threw exposure not neccisary) defenetly reccomend checking it out atleast
Injected LSD
I knew a guy that would dissolve gels inside his eyelid.
Is that different than oral? Do you have the experience to compare and contrast?
Drank breast milk straight from the source as an adult. I highly recommend it if you get the opportunity though.
Please tell me it was cow milk? Nope that also doesn't help.
I fell off a short bridge into a ditch, got up, started walking up out of the ditch. Realised I couldn't breathe (winded) and then fell back into the same ditch, unconscious.
Had the most psychedelic dream I've ever had, and woke up to someone tending to my wounds.
When I was in my middle school I rode my bike in a circle for 7hrs. It was on a bet for a lizard. If I could do it my dad would have to buy my a bearded dragon. I got the dragon. I had that thang on me. But he passed away
Rode 190 kms on a unicycle one day.
Read that first as km/s and was blown away.
Fastest. Unicycle. Ever.
I've seen all our known planets with my own eyes, including Pluto. Not many can say that.
I have also had a wild bird land on my finger while leaning against a rail one morning; groggy, motionless, and unsuspecting. I screamed when I felt the grip of strong tiny claws and hurled it back into the sky.
I believe that still technically makes me a Disney princess.
I managed to knock myself unconscious and give myself a pretty nice concussion during a particularly heated pillow fight at a summer camp. Pretty sure that's about as unique a feat as I've managed thus far.
This one I like sooo much. Funny as hell.
I saw the entire original broadcast run of Clerks: The Animated Series. All both episodes.
Only six episodes were produced, and they eventually aired, but I did not find this out until years later. The internet ended a longstanding era where you could be aware of and interested in something, but know fuck-all about it, and have no sensible way of learning more. So I'd heard of Kevin Smith movies - but never seen any. Watching the Clerks movie would have taken a trip to a physical video-rental store, with my parents, and then convincing them (and myself) to rent a vulgar black-and-white movie for all of us to watch together. Wasn't happening.
I was more likely to rent and watch any of the R-rated films that somehow got cartoon adaptations - which were part of that same impotent awareness. Robocop and Ghostbusters and fuckin' Starship Troopers were advertised anywhere and everywhere, and kids liked the shallow cool parts in the trailers, so executives said "fuck it" and licensed no-budget G-rated spinoffs to sell toys.
Anyway. The Clerks animated series exists because Disney wanted an adult-ish show to compete with The Simpsons. Everyone did. Disney knew they had a gap in their demographics for twenty-something dorks with disposable income. Aaand then they handed the finished episodes to ABC, who used a focus group of old farts and children. Of course it bombed. The premiere was the fourth episode produced, which stuck the characters in a courtroom drama, and ended with a wacky consequence-free style change wherein the outsourced animators rebelled and delivered a lolrandom dance party. The second and final episode aired was a fake clip show full of flashbacks to episodes that did not exist.
At least Clone High got an entire season.
...i climbed onto the roof of the press box over kyle field and peed into the open air hundreds of feet below: it evaporated before hitting the ground...
I might be the only American to have applied for a light sport flight instructor certificate on physical paper, and I believe I caused an update to the IACRA system.
For those unaware, IACRA is the system for applying for airman certificates online. Instead of mailing a paper 8710 to Washington you fill it out on one of the US government's many shitass fuckchild web 0.8 websites. The FAA isn't as bad as the FCC on that front but shew buddy.
I was applying for a light sport flight instructor certificate. One of the prerequisites for this is a credential in the Fundamentals of Instruction. Per the FARs, this can be:
I had taken and passed the FoI test, but the 24 month mark was rapidly approaching before I could arrange the practical test, so I took the BGI test (which is another knowledge test) flew to the FSDO in Greensboro, filled out a form, and one clammy government handshake later I was a ground instructor. Ground instructor certificates don't expire so that effectively eliminated the time constraint on the FoI test result.
Checkride time approached, it was time to fill out the 8710...IACRA had no way of accepting a BGI certificate number as the FoI prerequisite. It was designed to only accept a LaserGrade test result, there wasn't a way to use the other legal prerequisite types. So I had to print out a physical 8710 and mail it to Washington. Last I heard of the matter, my DPE let me know she had contacted somebody at the FAA about the matter, so teachers, professors and ground instructors should be able to correctly apply for a flight instructor certificate now.
I know the FAA, I feel your pain.
What a coincidence, I was just at a Megalopolis watch party last night haha. There were like two dozen of us hatewatching it. True kino.
I used to believe there were a ton of things that the universe decided to fuck me in particular. Turns out, it was autisim.
I used to think that all the times I had to survive drowning were unique, until I met my coworker who almost drowned to death in the same wavepool as me, despite us growing up in two seperate states a few hundred miles apart.
I still hope drowning three times is fairly uncommon, but at least one of those pools is just hella dangerous I guess.
They say it's peaceful, I can't imagine that's true.
Everything that happens right before is panic inducing, so the actual death part is peaceful by comparison.
I fell out of an aeroplane with no parachute and lived.
Was sweeping the little Cessna out when i stepped back missed the step and went arse over head into the tarmac.
Ow.
I fell out of an aeroplane with no parachute and lived.
Imagine if the airplane was actually in mid flight tho!
Probably would have hurt less haha
Well, stepping out in that scenario generally isn't advised.
Been in a plane crash.
It was a Beech 18 that experienced fuel starvation on climb out. The pilot raised the gear and belly landed it in a freshly tilled corn field off the end of the runway. It was a lot like being in a car accident, just lasted longer with a lot more rending metal noises. The port engine was ripped off and was sitting about 50 feet behind where the plane came to rest.
It wasn't cool, believe me...
Any injuries from that crash?
Not all at the same time:
That's quite a resume. You're hired for...something.
Hired as chief survivor. Top notch being alive. Continuing to breathe beyond all expectations.
Cool? Definitely not, or at least I don't think so. And I very seriously doubt anyone would be jealous.
I used to go up in the mountains by myself. Bare minimum supplies, like a knife, the clothes on my back, and an emergency pack for "in case shit", that if I had to touch, the trip was over. I also went armed because shit can happen.
Now, I did this for years, and it was very rare for anything bad to happen at all, and the worst stuff wasn't life threatening except once. I'd run across bears, a few crazy people, maybe twist an ankle or some such.
But that one time.
So, there's a feral dog problem. They've interbred with what's called the eastern coyote, which itself is supposedly a mix of coyote, wolf, and a little dog.
The eastern coyote is rarely a problem. Small family groups, avoid people. If you see them at all, it's unusual.
But when they mix with dogs, and those dogs are feral, the packs get bigger and they tend to not be scared of humans.
Well, I was cooking a fish I caught during one summer when the weather had been dry, and small animal populations were low.
The smell brought a pack in. Enough of them that they tried to circle me in and come at me after the fish I threw to them wasn't interesting enough.
I had 14 rounds on me, and I needed most of them. The first couple of shots missed because I was fucking terrified. At that point, I'd never taken any training for shooting under pressure, so I was panic breathing and shaking hard.
You'd think the sound of a 45 going off would have scared them off, but it didn't. I dropped a couple of them, swapped mags and dropped two more before the rest ran off. One of them, I had to finish because I didn't get a clean shot because it was early in the half a minute it all took.
I hiked my ass back out as soon as I could stop shaking and keep my legs under me. And I did the hike with a nice wet spot because I pissed myself a little.
Went to the ranger station, reported it, did all that crap and went home.
Now, there was also a less dramatic event not maybe ten miles away where I found a body. Suicide, shotgun vs head. That was not fun either; but plenty of people have found dead bodies. Those were the two worst things I ever had happen up there on my own.
I really appreciate your honesty. You absolutely could re-tell this story to make yourself look like a cool rugged survivalist, but I imagine you didn't much feel like one in the moment.
Man, I felt like dinner in the moment.
Being honest though, I sometimes tell the story like an adventure tale, right until the end.
Give details, all the flashes of memory that come with it, hype the story. Then, at the very end, describe the pee dripping down my leg in as much detail.
It's one of those stories I had to tell for years, because telling it as a story breaks down the horror of it in my head. You tell a story like that enough times, you kinda blur the emotional edges off of it, and it loses power. Nowadays, it's just another story, luckily.
It does make for a cool story.
I was on a plane that made an emergency landing. It was a lot less scary or exciting than it sounds. Our plane was leaking hydraulic fluid, so we diverted to a closer airport to land while the landing gear could still be lowered with hydraulics. The landing was uneventful, but I did get to see a flash of emergency vehicles with their lights on along the runway.
Waaaaay back in college (this was over a decade ago), I wrote a 16-page paper making the argument that there were only four continents, not five, six, or seven as various countries proclaim:
The Cliff Notes:
So, #1: America (alt. the Americas)
So, #2: Eurasia
So, #3: Africa
So, #4: Australia
'Course now I'm older and realize that was all bullshit. Lol. Sure it makes sense from a geological standpoint (but even that is bullshit as geologically there are no "continents", only plates), but a continent is more than its geological structure; it's geological, political, and economic, all three of these rolled into one.
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I once come up with a theory that everyone sees their feet the same size.
Because if they're large you're tall and further from them, and if they're small you're short and closer.
Haha i was reading along worried you still believed this.
It looks solid but
Haha, hell no. It was full of faulty logic, hardly waterproof axioms, and clearly biased toward the quasi-geological perspective over political, cultural, and economic perspectives.
So, no. I do not believe this now. Haha.
I failed linear algebra twice and barely passed the third time.
They said very few people
I’ve never heard of anyone having issues with that course. To me it was just complete gibberish. I couldn’t even tell you about matrices.
I caught a (wild) rabbit with a bucket.
It was running from a dog and fell into a window well. It got so panicked when I climbed down it almost made it out on it's own (it was about 8 feet deep). So I set the opening of the bucket against the wall with a small gap, to give it somewhere to hide, then went to the other end of the window well, and it crawled right in when I approached again. Covered it with a towel and lifted it right on out.
I caught a sailcat catfish at night at the beach by hand (no gear). I have also caught some snook, bluegill, blue catfish and bass by hand but it was in a small lake that was drying up and overheating.
I had a question about that. I caught a little catfish with a hook, and that sumbitch have me a bite that hurt like hell. Teeth like a hacksaw.
Now, how do you shove your arm down a catfish mouth and survive?
That's cool but don't delete. Because it's cool.
I attended a 1-on-1 meeting that a billionaire scheduled with me but that they themselves did not attend.
Hmmm, for something that very few other people on lemmy have? ::: spoiler no spoiler Made a post on lemmy and remembered to answer my own question in a reply rather than the post. ::: spoiler really joking here, folks
:::Asked out my crush. :P :::
For the general world?
I tried to talk someone out of suicide and failed. Can't think of something less cool or envy-inducing.
I once fell out of the attic of an abandoned house because an owl scared the living crap out of me - it was huge and it made itself look even larger, must've been the largest bird I'd seen IRL by that age. Does that count?
Killed myself successfully and lived to tell the tale
And yet you didn’t tell the tale! Are you ok? Do you feel comfortable talking about it?
I got brain rot so I forgot
I once hiked onto a mountain barefoot because of a bet with a friend, it took me 3 1/2 hours untl I have reached the summit.
Me as a german have to say: pathetic
Still nice for you but knowing my peers, this is almost a daily occurence in the alps xd
Did you hike off it barefoot too, or did you pack shoes?
I was bringin sandals with me and hike-off with them
I have been 'interviewed' by the Secret Service 2x in my life.
Both times because I was a young dumbass, and both times I am sure they wrote in my official file: 'harmless dumbass'.
I knew a guy from the US that was also interviewed by some 3 letter agency because his girlfriend was Russian. This was like 20 years ago.
20 years ago 2005 or 20 years ago late 80s early 90s?
Played the game Me And My Shadow. It's an abandonware open source 2D puzzle platformer for windows that apparently was last updated in 2021, with source package last updated 2 years prior according to the last github nightly build release. Repo was archived January of this year. Not really a cool and exciting game at all compared to other open source games like Mindustry or SuperTuxKart or SRB2.
This is a lame burn, and a crappy post. If you don't like the movie why not just say that instead of a half-assed attempt to be witty? What didn't you like about it?
I have no idea what this means. But for what it's worth, I thought it was an interesting question that brought a couple neat replies.
Yeah it's posts like these that do not offer engagement and we don't really need more of them. This isn't reddit, here, where over there people only write the headline and nothing in the body except two lines, like this one. It's annoying.
Oh com'on, really? You're coming to FFC's rescue? That's nice. Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pick on the poor fella, with his own movie studio and all, I know he's got it rough. I liked a lot of his other stuff, if that helps.
It's a real post, and watching that movie was:
Perfect example of the kind of thing I meant. If you don't have one, don't post. I thought I'd hear some funny things people had to say, and maybe some interesting ones as well.