Seven and seven is
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greatbearI, uh, like, uh, got tagged by the cute and smart ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
droo3556. How could I refuse?
Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random habits/facts about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged & list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged.
1)I got struck by lightning as a kid. Not directly, but it still hurt. Lighting hit a tree in the back yard where I used to live This happened just as I was standing on grounded metal stairs and holding onto a metal storm door on a trailer that had a shell of ungrounded aluminum siding. The induced voltage went from the siding, through me, then through my feet and into the metal steps. It felt as though I had been hit by a bus. I was thrown about as far too. It took several hours to come back to my senses, and to this day I dont think I ever have. Perhaps it is also the reason for some of the remaining tidbits below.
B - I have an eidetic memory. Sometimes called a photographic memory, I can remember events as images, sounds, textures. I can recall these events often for years after they happen, almost like they have just occurred. It's a blessing and a curse sometimes. Strangely, the effect is greater than if I attempt to rote memorize something. I can casually dismantle some complex piece of machinery, leave the parts in a heap for a month, then come back and 'see' how everything was assembled originally. This is an asset. Remembering reams of trivial stuff for no good reason ends up being mental clutter. And some things, like the death of Mom or friends can haunt me with images, sounds, and such forever. Somehow, the latter is more comforting in a way than a liability. Strange, I know.
III) I have this uncanny 'proofreading' ability. I can leaf through a newspaper and not focus on actually reading anything. Just a scan of five seconds on a page. I will continue flipping pages then stop, turn back a page or two, and find, in the midst of all the text, a misspelled word. Several people have seen me do this, and to this day, I dont know how it 'works'. Related, I also never use a spellchecker. Which is not to say I dont mispeel a word now and than.
Four: I have perfect, or nearly-perfect absolute pitch. I can tell if a recording is off pitch from the original. Related to this is a very strong relative pitch. If someone is singing or playing sharp or flat, it's painful. This is why I cannot stand watching the early episodes of things such as American Idol. I'd rather be waterboarded.
(v.) I used to be able to solder with my feet. I probably still can, I just havent tried in thirty years.
Sixth--As a kid, I was the biggest electronics geek. Coupled with my love of music, most of my projects and 'inventions' were related, usually in the form of very loud 'boomboxes'. I would build speaker boxes, design an amplifier that would run on a pair of lantern batteries and either fit it with a radio tuner and/or have an auxiliary input for a cassette recorder. These Frankenscreamers would inevitably be dragged to middle school and blasted outside during recess or on the bus. We are talking serious power for the time, usually 10-25 watts for the worst of 'em. All that high-decibel Black Sabbath, Queen, Yes and Rush made me cool to a select few, misunderstood by many, and loathed by the worst at the time. This carried into killer car stereos in the late 70s and onward, and is pretty much likely the cause of the tinnitis that bugs me today.
7. I have a bladder capacity greater than 1500 ml. This was dicovered during a trip to the ER several years back. I had to piss like a racehorse, yet was not able to leave the wardroom not the least because I was all wired up to the EKG. A 1500ml 'urinal' was given to me and I proceeded to fill it. And fill it I did, past the graduations and up to the neck. I had to stop for lack of any more space. It's more painful to force a stop in such situations than it is to hold it. Ow.
I must now pass the torch onto my unwitting (unwilling?) readership. Thevictims lucky seven are:
sparkygearhead
greasybiker
champdaddy
theoctothorpe
wrascalbc
brunorepublic
buffalobear
And anyone else that wants to participate!
droo3556. How could I refuse?Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random habits/facts about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged & list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged.
1)I got struck by lightning as a kid. Not directly, but it still hurt. Lighting hit a tree in the back yard where I used to live This happened just as I was standing on grounded metal stairs and holding onto a metal storm door on a trailer that had a shell of ungrounded aluminum siding. The induced voltage went from the siding, through me, then through my feet and into the metal steps. It felt as though I had been hit by a bus. I was thrown about as far too. It took several hours to come back to my senses, and to this day I dont think I ever have. Perhaps it is also the reason for some of the remaining tidbits below.
B - I have an eidetic memory. Sometimes called a photographic memory, I can remember events as images, sounds, textures. I can recall these events often for years after they happen, almost like they have just occurred. It's a blessing and a curse sometimes. Strangely, the effect is greater than if I attempt to rote memorize something. I can casually dismantle some complex piece of machinery, leave the parts in a heap for a month, then come back and 'see' how everything was assembled originally. This is an asset. Remembering reams of trivial stuff for no good reason ends up being mental clutter. And some things, like the death of Mom or friends can haunt me with images, sounds, and such forever. Somehow, the latter is more comforting in a way than a liability. Strange, I know.
III) I have this uncanny 'proofreading' ability. I can leaf through a newspaper and not focus on actually reading anything. Just a scan of five seconds on a page. I will continue flipping pages then stop, turn back a page or two, and find, in the midst of all the text, a misspelled word. Several people have seen me do this, and to this day, I dont know how it 'works'. Related, I also never use a spellchecker. Which is not to say I dont mispeel a word now and than.
Four: I have perfect, or nearly-perfect absolute pitch. I can tell if a recording is off pitch from the original. Related to this is a very strong relative pitch. If someone is singing or playing sharp or flat, it's painful. This is why I cannot stand watching the early episodes of things such as American Idol. I'd rather be waterboarded.
(v.) I used to be able to solder with my feet. I probably still can, I just havent tried in thirty years.
Sixth--As a kid, I was the biggest electronics geek. Coupled with my love of music, most of my projects and 'inventions' were related, usually in the form of very loud 'boomboxes'. I would build speaker boxes, design an amplifier that would run on a pair of lantern batteries and either fit it with a radio tuner and/or have an auxiliary input for a cassette recorder. These Frankenscreamers would inevitably be dragged to middle school and blasted outside during recess or on the bus. We are talking serious power for the time, usually 10-25 watts for the worst of 'em. All that high-decibel Black Sabbath, Queen, Yes and Rush made me cool to a select few, misunderstood by many, and loathed by the worst at the time. This carried into killer car stereos in the late 70s and onward, and is pretty much likely the cause of the tinnitis that bugs me today.
7. I have a bladder capacity greater than 1500 ml. This was dicovered during a trip to the ER several years back. I had to piss like a racehorse, yet was not able to leave the wardroom not the least because I was all wired up to the EKG. A 1500ml 'urinal' was given to me and I proceeded to fill it. And fill it I did, past the graduations and up to the neck. I had to stop for lack of any more space. It's more painful to force a stop in such situations than it is to hold it. Ow.
I must now pass the torch onto my unwitting (unwilling?) readership. The
sparkygearheadgreasybikerchampdaddytheoctothorpewrascalbcbrunorepublicbuffalobearAnd anyone else that wants to participate!
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Date: 2007-06-28 11:39 am (UTC)Absolute pitch is the reason I quit music school; it's often more of a hindrance than a help.