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Can you write 50 interesting facts about yourself? Ummm… No! Who has time for that? I only have time for 49, so here we go… I was born in Russia, and my biological parents are Russian through centuries of Russian heritage. So yes, I have Russian blood in me, I wasn’t just an American kid whose parents didn’t plan for labor and ended up giving birth in Russia. I’m adopted! I was adopted at the age of 18 months. I own a flip phone. In my sixteen years of existence, I have never owned a “real phone” as my friends like to point out. I also have a Chromebook, hence how I’m able to write on Quora. (Sheesh, imagine trying to write out even just five things about yourself on a flip phone! I get frustrated just trying to type out a single text to my mom asking her to pick me up…) I’ve gotten into French pop music. Maitre Gims and Stromae are my favorite french musicians at the moment. Kungs is pretty good too. In the second quarter of my freshman year of high school, I broke a record in the weight room for deadlifting for females weighing over 120 lbs. Swiped 205, baby! I danced from the age of three to ten. Mostly ballet, but a little bit of tap. I quit because I hated being the biggest girl in the room- my body was not built slim and although it’s taken me a while to accept my shape, and weightlifting has helped with that. I live in Washington right now. Right outside of Seattle actually, I moved here a year and a half ago from Boulder, Colorado and not gonna lie, I miss my Colorado fam. They were the shit and they had my back all day every day. I have four birthmarks. Three on my left leg and one on my right hand. I used to have cystic acne from the age of 9 to 15 until I finally discovered Acutane- the only thing that worked for me. Your nice little organic farmer’s market medicine? Screw you. Don’t even waste your breath trying to tell me about it. I’m currently training for a half marathon- I hope to complete one by May of next year. Currently, I can run 11 miles in total. The only problem is that I’ve destroyed the bottoms of my feet, blisters keep popping open around mile six of my run… The half marathon might have to be pushed back to July or August. I’ve worn glasses since I was 2 because I have strabismus. (Lazy eye. My left one.) I am left-handed. Lefties are the only ones in their right minds! I had my first kiss at fifteen, then lost my virginity 8 months later. We broke up four months ago- it turns out I was being cheated on for the last few months of our ten-month relationship. People have been like, “Oh Victoria, I’m so sorry!” and I’m like, “Pffft, I’m not! Guess who finally can talk to her guy friends without a possessive boyfriend breathing down her neck?” Me. I just finished dinner. I had soup and sandwiches. Tomato soup and a grilled cheese Sammy on sourdough. And snap peas for my veggie. I am hoping to enlist in the military in less than a year (I need to be off of a certain medication beforehand). Currently, I’m looking into the Marines. If you have any information you think I should know or simply have good stories, message me and let me know. I’m grateful for anything I can prepare for or be aware of before I enlist. I also enjoy a good military story. :) Uhhh, I just realized I’m taking the ASVAB tomorrow. (Similar to the “military SAT” to figure out what you’re qualified in and how they can make the most of your abilities) Pray for me y’all. I love music- especially playing it. I can play the piano, french horn, guitar, clarinet, and percussion instruments. Currently, my main instrument is the marimba. It’s like a big xylophone. It also makes a prettier sound than the xylophone. I became super depressed during my freshman year and went through an eating disorder due to excessive weightlifting daily and malnutrition. For the number of pills I have to take every day, you would think I’m an addict but they keep me healthy and I haven’t been depressed for over a month for about a year now. The wifi in my house doesn’t reach my desk, so instead of sitting at my desk I’m sitting on the floor leaning my back against my bed and my ass is killing me. Over the three houses I’ve lived in within the U.S, in two of them, my bedroom walls were painted lime green. It’s the only color I remember my rooms being though, I was too young to remember in Rhode Island. I hate jeans. Absolutely despise them. I live in leggings, skirts, dresses, and shorts. Usually shorts, even in forty-degree weather. I recently discovered sweatpants and HOLY HECK I can’t believe nobody informed me that they are indeed the best thing since sliced bread. So here I am on fact 23 and I want to shoot myself because I’m so freaking boring there’s literally nothing else I can think of unless we decide to dive into my traumatizing early childhood, so… We’re going to see how much longer I can bullshit my way through this list until either I choose to cut the list short or I continue and give you nightmares for the next week. I’m hella short. 5′3 if we’re being generous. A couple of my friends call me a freshman because I’m small. Screw them. The funny thing is that I used to be the tallest kid in my grade by four inches until 7th grade… Not that they would believe me because I moved here a year and a half ago so they wouldn’t know. Hmph. This year I’m taking a forensic science course and it is the coolest thing ever. We’re studying fingerprints right now, and this is the first job I have contemplated considering it is a sit-down-all-day kind of job. I’m looking into a teaching career, careers to do with child psychology (so most likely a social worker), or possibly a career in the forensic field. Let me clarify. I am a junior. My birthday is on January 10, 2003. I’m listening to an ad that I've listened to at least a dozen times today. No, PIMA Medical Institute, I am not interested in your courses in the medical field. Stupid Spotify. Just play my damn music. I have one brother. We are not biological, but you wouldn’t be able to tell because we act like every other pair of siblings out there. I’m older, which he tries to counter with the fact that he’s half a foot taller than me and has been for over two years, the little shit… I love him so much and I would fight for his life without a second thought. My brother also has glasses, but he doesn’t have some eye disease, he’s either nearsighted or farsighted or one of those normal glasses-wearing conditions. I have donated blood once in my life, about two weeks ago. Still waiting to hear back regarding which blood type I am… Overall, it was a positive experience and I’m looking forward to doing it again. Needles make me queasy. The summer before my freshman year, I was accepted into an internship at my local hospital to learn about different careers in the medical field. I performed mock surgeries, pregnancy deliveries, became certified in CPR, enjoyed every hands-on experience, but I sat out for putting an IV into a mannequin. Not a fan of needles. I have been through a flood and a tornado. Soon, I might be able to add an earthquake to the list seeing the Northwest is due one relatively soon… I had never experienced an earthquake drill until I moved to Washington- the first earthquake drill at fifteen years of age! To be fair, very few of my peers have experienced a tornado drill. Andddd… Stuck listening to another ad I’ve heard too many times today. I don’t give a damn about your “cage-free eggs.” At sixteen, I still bite my nails. I stopped sucking my thumb at twelve when I got braces and didn’t pick it up when they eventually came off. So… Technically something I grew out of? Hoping I grow out of the nail-biting too? I have this obsession with tweezing my eyebrows, to the point where I was plucking every day. Finally, I hid my tweezers, but then forgot where I put them for two months and didn’t touch my eyebrows. When I finally found them I somehow developed more self-control and now pluck once or twice a week… Still trying to lower that to once every three weeks or so. My secret talent is losing water bottles. Last year I lost so many water bottles my mom eventually got fed up and bought me a water bottle for me and only me. I wasn’t allowed to use any of theirs, I had a single personal water bottle for me. So what do I receive for Christmas every year? A new water bottle. I am a messily organized kind of person- the kind where I put everything into piles, but at least I know where everything is. I could even direct someone to a particular pile and they would be able to find it. That must count for something, am I right? I haven’t gone to a hair salon in over three years. I cut my hair, and I’ve gotten to the point where I can get it even in the back. I cut my hair for the first time in over a year about a month ago. I took off a little over an inch to even it out and get rid of my split ends. It’s honestly super time-saving and money-saving if you can get it right. Ugh, the stupid Cage-Free Eggs ad again. This dumb ad. Spotify, play this ad one more time and I’m disowning you and switching to Youtube for the rest of the night. Scary? Yes, I know. Behave. I seriously don’t know where this long of an attention span came from for me to get this far in writing about myself. I didn’t think I was this vain… One of my biggest pet peeves is people exaggerating serious things. A tip for the kids who talk about their “childhood trauma” being their parent’s divorce when they were two… Calm down. For starters, I’m not going to retaliate because it isn’t a competition, but it makes me mad that the energy then goes into this kid instead of the kid who went through a dozen foster homes before he turned eight. Calm. The Living Hell. Down. I’m a responsible drinker. On occasion, I’ll sip a friend's glass, but I’ve never been interested enough to finish an entire glass, let alone a bottle of anything. I’m also not interested in drugs- my mental health couldn’t afford that kind of inhibitor, and I’m not willing to sacrifice my well-being for the “fun of it.” I’m one of the most physically tough females I know, but when it comes to emotions, I’m a big old sappy oaf. Give me tissues and cuddles. This has taken over an hour and a half and I low-key am kind of pissed I’m not finished, but I don’t want to half-ass the rest of this answer, never mind I’ve already done that dozens of times before. GAH. More ads. As long as that chicken-hooey one doesn’t come on again. (Phew. It didn’t) I do not have my license. I just haven’t had time between Marching Band, schoolwork, and workouts. Hell, I haven’t even taken Driver’s Ed. I’m planning on just waiting it out until I turn 18, then getting my license. Driver’s Ed is $500. Not worth it. I only have a little over a year anyway. My brain is fried now, thanks Quora. Me trying to rack my brain for 50 things about myself… Sheesh. Off to go raid the fridge for anything good.
Lots of hugs, lots of laughter, good, healthy food (we never had a problem with food people think children will automatically dislike. There was no problem with green veggie, because we just put them on our plates, on her plate, and we all ate dinner.) Fresh fruit was always around, though I peeled apples. I admit. The child never had a banana until she went to pre-school. Not her problem. Mine. I had a banana trauma as a child and still get queasy if I smell one. Plus, they're gross to touch. Fun toys. The most entertaining toys are the ones that have you involved with them in some way. That doesn't mean that you spend your time playing blocks. Have the blocks nearby, if you can, and talk to her. Not continuously, unless you want. Pay attention to what your child enjoys. I work at home, so I put out paint and paper for her to fingerpaint. She stuck one finger in the paint, made a horrible face, wiped it off on the paper and said “I done now.” Then she left for her room, where I overheard her telling one of the critters in there that “fingle paint is >gaaaahh<. But she liked sorting things, putting like things together -- so i put a mixture of beans in the cups of an egg carton for her to sort out. So figure out where your toddler’s mind is going and enable it. Be creative. Also, be very, very, very patient because the average toddler has an attention span of something like three minutes. I worked in day care for a while (*they* made me touch bananas.) and with our toddlers, we did exercises for gross motor skills (full body movement, like a dinosaur, or a rabbit) fine motor skills (small, finger movements like sorting the beans or threading big wooden beads onto a long shoestring. They like snacks on their own. Mine got various breakfast cereals, cold mac n'cheese, cheese cubes, string cheese (already divided into manageable size) or crackers in a Ziploc bag & was allowed to carry it around. Plus toddlers will pick up nearly everything that they drop & eat it. It's like a one-second rule. Being read to -- books at her level and lots of pictures. Pull her into your lap and read brightly. If she wants to change the story, go along. You find out a lot that way. Make a book, construction paper, glitter glue, or elmer's, crayons, photos, or pictures you draw yourselves or stuff you cut out of a magazine together. Poke holes in it, use the shoelace that doesn't have beads on it and read it again. Toddlers are sensory junkies. That's why they will put practically anything in their mouths. Give them texture, colorr, & sound. Play dress-up. Put mixed fabrics in — like velvet, rough wool, chiffon, silk (hello thrift store) a wig, some hats, Hope I help a little. p.s. they will never nap as long as you want them to. Sorry.
It is indeed ,possible to have a dream in a dream, and within a dream, within a dream. I love sharing about dreams and I talk a lot about this stuff in my blog right ,here,. However, I want to share my story here with you guys, since someone in a lucid dreaming community challenged me to do “Inception” and go four layers worth of dreams within dreams. It actually produced quite an awesome dream. They required me to use ,WILD ,to induce the dream and also every single dream layer, so here it goes: The moon wipes me out from a LD induced within a LD induced within a LD induced within a LD from WILD. A few seconds later, I had a false awakening in my room. The dream was fuzzy, so I decided to make my dream stable. It was night, and it was beautiful. I felt a flight would be helpful before doing anything, but I just flew into my room to go back to sleep, in my room, to induce the next layer. After a few seconds of flight, the dream was pretty stable, so I decided to lay down in my bed to try to perform WILD within my lucid dream to go into another lucid dream. I laid down in my dream bed and focused I wanted to WILD within the dream to enter another dream. I almost woke up, but I moved my eyes, and the dream became stable again. I attempted a second time, with success and without waking up. I had a False Awakening in a different room. I was in a big house, and my bed also looked different, it was greenish. I did not have any specific feelings, other than my normal feelings from being lucid. I did not feel like I was in a deeper connection with my self. Here I am at the second level of a dream within a dream. The dream was stable, so I attempted a second WILD. Once more, I laid down in my dream-dream bed and felt a shock around my entire dream-dream body. I had another False Awakening inside a pyramid. I was still lucid, and I wondered why the hell I was inside a pyramid. My "bed" was the lid of a sarcophagus from some pharaoh who I had no idea who was. My dream was still stable, and I realized I was in the third level. I was asked to do a waking WILD and three WILDS more in the LD, so I had one more to go. I still had the same feeling, control, and personality from previous dreams, with perfect waking recall and also recall from what I have been doing since lucid. I laid down in my dream-dream-dream bed and focused in entering more in-depth into the dream. I had another False Awakening in another room. I checked my hands to make sure I did not blow the progress. My index finger was skinny and long, so I succeeded. I was in the fourth level, completing the challenge. I was still myself, with my same personality and my same dream body. I did not feel more rooted nor connected with myself, I felt like a regular lucid dream. I decided to look for Dreamer, a fellow Oneironaut. I exited my room hoping to find her. Instead, I found someone who was pissed at me for no reason and threatening. I knew he was a dream character and I was aware that my psychic powers were more significant in a dream. I was in a big room, and he started to ask me a lot of questions. A female dream character also began to ask me questions to see what was wrong with me that I did not get along with this jerk. I did not feel like wasting valuable time in the dream. I exited my house, along with a couple more dream characters. It was night, and suddenly the moon turned red and threw a fireball at us. I decided to follow the dream instead of controlling it. I wanted to see where my subconscious was going to take me. Someone told me that I belonged in a different dream, so the moon was going to try to make that happen. The moon obliterated all the Dream Characters that were with me. I saw the moon turning green. When the moon was green, it would poison me. Also, the moon turned blue, if you made eye contact with it, you would become paralyzed. The moon could turn black, and a big whirlwind appeared from it, sucked you into it and brought you to the previous dream. I explored this odd dreamworld while the moon was randomly changing within these colors. Sometimes it turned on its natural color, which made it harmless. I suddenly got to a place where I could see a lot of people. They were for a Nintendo event for some sort. I wondered what my subconscious had for me. I jumped the line, and a guy asked me for my member card. I thought if I opened my wallet, I would pull one, so I did. He also asked me for my ID. I tried to search for my ID while the moon was aiming at me and turned red. I did not want the moon to hit me, so I ran from there. It was crazier than this: However, the red colors were very intense, very bright and then, a cloud of fire approached me. I ran and hid somewhere. All the Dream Characters did not seem to care. I entered a small kiosk; it was not more significant as a voting booth. I realized it was a Gamestop and I could purchase video games swiping my card in a machine. I saw a Bowser, a Mario and Yoshi painted next to the keypad. I wondered what games my subconscious made, but I could hear fire from the moon, so I left. As I was walking, I avoided a fireball in the last second, when I witness the moon turning green and throwing me a cloud of green poison. I saw the cloud of green poison on me, I jumped to hide in a plant, and I could see how the poison killed the plant. I was fine, so I left the place. The moon was white, looking normal. I saw from the far distance the moon changing, but it was not attacking me. I observed how the moon turned black and absorbed someone. I was flying by a lake. I am confident it was the Michigan Lake. It looked like it, like if I was in Chicago. Suddenly, I saw the reflection of the moon in the lake. It was a blue reflection and I looked to the moon. It is impossible for me to imitate what I saw on Photoshop. It was an extremely beautiful and shinny blue. It was bright as light, but it was blue. The color was also semi-transparent. I was amazed for such a beautiful moon my mind created. I wanted to enjoy this moon with Dreamer, so I tried to summon her. While I started thinking about her and staring at such amazing blue moon, I realized I was paralyzed and recalled that eye contact with a blue moon induced paralysis. I tried to regain control of my dream when suddenly, the moon switched to its black, absorption mode. A colossal whirlwind came from the moon and hit me in a split second. I traveled at high speed towards the moon. I wiped out. I had a false awakening in the pyramid, the previous place I was before WILDing to a more profound dream. However, now there were people with me. I entered a chamber and I had my Tarot Deck with me. Someone wanted to see it. She also had a Tarot deck, so I asked to see hers. I tried to channel and ask the Tarot a question, however, I do not recall the question. I cannot remember the first card, but the second one was called, "Bent Spoon and Fork." The image of the card was a lot of bent spoons and forks, bent with psychokinesis. I tried to channel and figure the meaning of the card without realizing that I was looking at the card too much. I had a false awakening in a weird room, a room where I did a WILD on previous dreams. I exited the room, and the quality of the dream was decreasing dramatically. I went to the restroom and tried to make the dream stable. I had another false awakening in my room. I was back in the first level. My dream quality was terrible, and I doubted I would have enough time to meet Dreamer. I felt I was not going to recover the dream at all. I tried to focus on Astral Projection within my lucid dream, but I woke up. And this is it! And here I can share another dream that I found in my dream journal while looking for the one above: It was a bizarre dream, a mix of astral projection, lucids, non-lucids and waking... I ended up very confused when I woke up for real. I had a False Awakening in a big hotel room; I believe I was in Australia. It was a very long dream, and I lost some of what happened, but a weird wasp stung me and laid some eggs under my skin. Said eggs hatched almost right away and I started to feel very sick. I went to the ER, and they told me I needed surgery. They required total anesthesia, and I was worried because I just ate. I figured I was going to get sick big time once the procedure ended. I realized that I was probably going to astral project due the anesthesia. When they administered it, I passed out and suddenly, found myself floating above my body. I was dreaming of an Astral Projection, but non-lucidly. I was flying around, and I passed out again. I had a series of False Awakenings and falling asleep several times, like a big loop. At some point, I did a Reality Check and realized I was dreaming. Despite being lucid, I was still buying that my physical body was receiving surgery. I was in a big house, and I took a flight to make my dream stable. The sky was clear, and I could see a very bright light. It reminded me of the Bonus task of the month, to visit the ISS and watch a sunrise over our planet. I was standing on the edge of this station, and I could see our planet and a very bright light on the very side. I saw the Sun rising right behind the Earth, and the beams of light from the sun had a few different shades of yellow, white and red. I was happy to accomplish the ToTM Bonus, so I decided to complete some dares; however, I passed out again. I had another FA, I was in a room, and I realized it was not the hospital. I turned lucid and double checked checking my hands. I could hear a lot of noises, like hospital noises although I was outdoors in another dream. I started to worry about the surgery and lost lucidity. I had another few chains of FAs small lucids passing out and more non-lucid dreamlets, all with brief real awakenings (in my real bed) and installing back to dreaming. I had another layer in the same dream where I was projecting myself, and I saw my body, almost wrapped up with the surgery. I had x-ray vision, and I could see how they removed all the parasite eggs from my body. I also saw my stomach, still full of food and I knew I was going to puke everything and feel horrible once I woke up from the surgery. I could touch other people while in this ghost form, and they would feel me, but not see me, I was fooling for a while. I false-awoke in the hospital bed, and I was feeling pretty bad. I passed out. I had another FA in Vegas. I had a short lucid, and I quickly passed out once again to find me in another false awakening. I had then again another FA in my car. I parked in front of a, and my wife was in the passenger seat (I was driving asleep? lol) I turned lucid out of all the nonsense, but my wife told me that I was not dreaming and prevented me from doing a reality check. I knew this was not my wife because we encourage each other to do a RC. Other False Awakening in a room. Another False Awakening in a different room, outside a building at night. There was a car parked, and they asked me if I enjoyed my trip. They caused all of these dreams to happen; it was a company called, "9 clairvoyants dreaming." I woke up for real. I did over 15 different RCs where all gave positives (I was awake...), but still, I felt afraid I would be fooled again. I went to pee and wanted to go back to bed; I knew eventually I would be 100% back in the waking plane. I have a lot more dreams in a dreaming community, and also a lot of stuff about lucid dreaming in ,my blog,. The world of dreams is amazing beyond measure. Nice read every one!!
Here’s a collection of souvenirs you can buy during a trip through Europe. Andorra Andorra, VAT-free so far, has been a popular destination for shopping for everything upscale - electronics, jewellery, perfumes and high end fashion. Austria Just one thing - Swarovski crystals. More things - Sacher Torte, Lebkuchen, dessert wines, schnapps, pumpkin seed oil. Art lovers can add Gustav Klimt posters, calendars, notepads and handcrafted wooden Nativity scenes to their collection. Balkan Peninsula If you had to pick just one souvenir from Bulgaria, it would definitely have to be a vial of essential rose oil. You can get it in traditional wooden dolls or decorative wooden bottles. Baltic States Glowing amber in different shades from the Baltic Sea is shaped into decorations and neat jewellery, widely available throughout the region. You could also pick up some Estonian marzipan, which is available in various shapes and Laima chocolates from Latvia. Belarus In Belarus, straw is elegantly crafted into various shapes and dolls, which make good gifts. Belarusian linen is also of high quality, with interesting designs. Benelux Belgium is where Tintin comes to life, and a comic souvenir is a must. Also on the must-buy list are pralines, originally made by Neuhaus. Belgium has a huge range of strong, exotic beers, only some of which are exported. Take your pick of the finest, you may not find it elsewhere. Belgian laces, very pretty with intricate patterns and impeccable finishing, make breathtaking dresses and veils. If you find yourself in Netherlands, a pair of Dutch wooden clogs, tulips, and blue and white Delftware would be great additions to your home collection. You can also get miniature windmills, which are dainty and look lovely. Luxembourg produces ethereal crystal, but it is the cuisine, influenced by France, Belgium and Germany that is the real revelation for travellers. Ardennes ham, black pudding and plum tarts are real delicacies, and worth carrying if you live a short flight away. Cyprus Handicrafts has been a traditional industry in Cyprus, with artisans producing pottery, jewellery and beautiful embroidery. Halloumi cheese is a Cypriot speciality which is great for barbecues back home. France France is a gourmand’s delight, and if you have an epicure for a friend back home, you will be spoilt for choice. Reblochon cheese, Herbes de Provence, Armagnac and the range from Bordeaux may require an extra backpack. For someone with a sweet tooth, the Laduree macaroons and gourmet chocolates are a real delight. Perfumes, Laguiole knives and exquisite Puy lace make expensive but memorable gifts. Germany Souvenirs from Germany are the best and the wurst :) Take home a cuckoo clock from the Blackforest as an archetype of German precision. Classic beer steins are a favourite with all, and Edelweiss pins and Hummel figurines are cute and small enough to tuck into a corner of your handbag. Greece Statues of the Greek Pantheon are easily available and very “touristy” buys. Also ubiquitous are the owl souvenirs - the owl being associated with Athena, the Greek Goddess of Wisdom. Most Greek households also display Matia (evil eye), which travellers really fancy. Ireland In Ireland, you can get a piece of the Auld Sod or Irish soil to take home and also Shamrock seeds to create an Irish corner in your garden. Take away an Aran sweater and Whiskey to continue experiencing the Irish warmth at home. If you have extra luggage space on the way back, you may consider a Guinness tankard and Shillelagh. Italy Buy a food basket, you’re in Italy! Fill up with Limoncello, Vinsanto, Cantucci, Tradizionale Balsamic vinegar from Modena, Panforte. A fashionista’s paradise, you can find ties, scarves and high boots to suit all wallets. Balance out a David apron with rosaries from the Vatican or Renaissance memorabilia. A trip to Venice is incomplete without buying a Murano creation and a Venetian mask. Kazakhstan If you cannot afford to get caviar for all, despair not. Kazakh handmade felt camels and yurta are incredibly cute and surprisingly inexpensive. Leather whips (kamchi) and saddle bottles are other gifts to consider. Liechtenstein Liechtenstein has interesting souvenir postage stamps - take one for the memory. Pottery and Balzner marble sculpting are traditional arts here, with a huge range of creations to choose from. Malta Handblown glass and filigree silverware are Maltese must-haves. Moldova Ceramics, rugs and woodwork here have a distinctive Moldovan touch. Moldova is also known for its wines. Nordics A Dala horse, or soft stuffed moose are instantly evocative of Scandinavia. Another piece for the mantelpiece would be a Swedish angel chime or a Toikka bird. Reindeer hide from Sweden or a cozy Norwegian sweater will keep you warm for several winters. Puukko knives and handwoven ryijy rugs are traditional Finnish memorabilia. Last but not the least, don’t forget to buy some surstromming for your enemies back home. Portugal The Portuguese love their port wine, but their green wine, Madeira and Ginjinha are also worth a mention. The ubiquitous azulejos are also beautiful souvenirs. Romania Finding mementos in Romania are really easy for a Dracula fan. But if you are not one, you can choose from the traditional vibrant artwork - Bucovina Easter eggs, Horezu pottery and plates and carved wooden figures from Maramures. Russia The nesting Matryoshka dolls are intriguing and alluring, appealing to people across all ages. Traditional handcrafted Birch boxes and intricately painted Lacquer boxes are fine examples of Russian workmanship. Jewelled Farberge eggs are exquisite and worth splurging on. Vodka was once upon a time a parallel currency in Russia, and is available in interesting bottles - even one shaped like an AK-47! A warm ushanka, though available widely in most cold countries, is also a good gift from here. Slovenia For the connoisseur of fine food, Slovenian salts from Primorska are a real delight. For the foodie, you can also pick some Prsut, traditional Slovenian wines and schnapps. If you are looking for something more lasting, delicate lace from Idrija is perfect for coffee tables. The dragon is the symbol of Ljubljana, and several souvenirs around this can be found in souvenir shops. Spain In Spain you can find premium leather at reasonable prices, so go in for a leather jacket or handbag, or a more traditional bota for holding liquor. Mantillas and capes are also interesting gifts to consider. Delicate Lladro porcelain may require some handling with care, but you can definitely throw in a box of delicious rabitos anytime. If you make the trip to Toledo, you definitely have to buy one of those famous swords and steel jewellery. If corny is your style, then go in for a Barca t-shirt. Switzerland Switzerland produces peerless army knives, watches, chocolates, cheese and well, tennis players. Swiss army knives from Victorinox are widely available and the best. You need to set aside a few hours if you love fine watches, the extensive collections are exquisite (and expensive!). You could also buy an elaborate cuckoo clock if watches are not your thing. Turkey Ward off evil with a charming blue nazar, which every household here displays. Turkish carpet weaving is an ancient art, perfected over centuries to produce opulent designs. Boxes of Turkish delight and apple tea are available in every corner, make sure you load up on these. Sculpted onyx vases and bowls can also be easily found, and lend a very ethnic and unique buzz to your home. Ukraine Pick a basket of Pysanky - traditional painted Easter eggs. Straw has been traditionally used in Ukraine for creating adornments, which are widely available. Straw bells are believed to bring good fortune, and also sit pretty on a Christmas tree. United Kingdom The souvenir shops in London are always awash with the Union Jack and its colours. Pick a replica of the iconic red telephone booth or a double decker bus. An English breakfast tea box with a cosy is perfect for tea junkies. You also must pick up one of those tacky tourist staples, such as a replica of Big Ben or a I Love London shot glass. Visegrad If you are travelling through the Visegrad, you will have a hard time picking out just a few items from the myriad beautiful displays. Czech crystal is flawless, and Moser and Ruckl are highly famed for their production. If you are on a food trail, you have to pick some excellent Czech beer, Hungarian wines, Polish honey, Tokaji, Unicum, palinka, sliwowica, zubrowka, Torun gingerbread and paprika. Amber from the Baltic Sea is abundantly available in the region, and jewellery made from it is inexpensive and striking.
First thing you need to know 1. Makeup is a process of clear and clear facial features Big difference in makeup: no eyebrows + rely on eye makeup + no lip color + dull skin tone There is little difference in makeup: clear eyebrows + independent eye makeup + rosy mouth + fair complexion To put it plainly is the process of clarifying the five senses. The unrefined makeup can have clear facial features and skin foundation. This is the reason why the star’s makeup and the dark red lips after makeup are also the purpose of our makeup. . If you don’t know how to make-up, just follow the process of clarifying your facial features. As for the highlights and shadows, you should take them slowly. Even if you paint them, they won’t have the shocking effect. Don’t worry about taking them slowly. 2. Don't make up under warm light. Make-up under warm light will cause the indoor makeup to be very light, but when you leave the house, it will heavier by several degrees. If the makeup environment is warm light, always take a small mirror to look outdoors. Try to make up in an air-conditioned room in summer. 3. It is strongly recommended to use make-up tools instead of hand-applied base makeup tools, such as sponge eggs, wet and twist 80% dry with a pressing technique, evenly, over and over again, can make the base makeup more compliant. The makeup looks longer lasting. Especially don't put on eyeshadow with your hands, your hands will pull the skin, and the skin around the eyes will be particularly fragile. It will cause loose skin over time, and loose skin is irreversible. Buy a makeup brush! Don't make big movements on the skin and facial features, such as pulling, use facial beauty instrument to massage (beauty instrument can not touch around the eyes), and make sure that the face is moist. Eye cream should be expensive in the range of ability. Do not pull off the double eyelid stickers with your hands, but use a cotton pad to apply makeup remover for a while and gently take it off. Many people don't know all kinds of makeup brushes. The picture below is the most basic. Pay attention to the shape of the head. As long as it is this head, it is here to do it. The most basic makeup brushes are 10, and you can just pay for them according to your needs. The ones that come with the makeup are actually enough. The 12 of the 24 are only refined in size, there is no need to buy so many. Try it on your hands, the soft and smooth skin feels right, animal hair is the best. If you are really used to using your hands, use your ring finger to gently press it up, and don't pull it. The ring finger is also best for the eye cream. The strength of the ring finger is the lightest. When to wash the sponge ball, how many times to wash it and discard it depends on the individual. When you think it needs to be cleaned, just wash it with facial cleanser until the squeezed water is clear, wrap it in toilet paper, and let it dry naturally. Using it for too long can breed bacteria. 4. There is a strong substitute between cosmetics In fact, the eyebrow pencil can also be used to draw eyeliner. Before the cosmetics are very substitute, it depends on the individual situation. 5. Use the cosmetics on your hands first, and then buy new ones. Don't buy or stock up. Cosmetics have a shelf life. The shelf life on the product refers to the shelf life of unopened storage, and the skin care products after opening basically do not have that long shelf life. Make-up is very durable. When buying make-up, pay attention to the quality of the shell. For the same brand and the same color, if the shell is of good quality, the shell will be badly worn or broken when it is dropped. You need to spend more money to buy it. Make-up pay attention to drop resistance, I just broke a blush. I have used cosmetics of various brands and grades. Make-ups are guaranteed to be authentic. The ingredients of a few hundred pieces may be richer, and the effect may be slightly better, but there will not be a sky and an underground. The significant difference. The foundation needs to be expensive, but the difference is really big! A good foundation is delicate, more moisturized, natural and long-lasting makeup, and will not dull after removing makeup. Inexpensive liquid foundation will infiltrate some oil and liquid foundation chemical molecules into the skin, and it is not easy to remove and there are residues. A bad foundation is like painting a wall. Novices can practice again before removing makeup. In short, don't buy too much makeup, use good base makeup products. 6. Makeup is regular. You must follow certain rules and then play according to your own characteristics. I love to watch makeup videos of beauty bloggers at home and abroad. They said that every time they watched the video, they found that they were like repeating the previous video, because the makeup steps and techniques were basically the same. The problem of deletion or addition of steps in a certain part. For example, the blush in this video is just a light sweep, and the sunburn makeup is painted in the next video. The blush is emphasized. The shape and area of the blush have changed. In fact, it doesn’t matter. ? ? ? Understand the basic makeup principles, learn the others slowly and practice just fine. Let your makeup have flaws. Then there are two laws of makeup! ! very important! Unified color system! Light and heavy! Many people feel that something is wrong after applying makeup. The problem lies in these two points. 1. Unified color system You can give it a try. Use lipstick to paint eyeshadow, blush, and mouth. Just apply it as you like. There will be absolutely no mess. How to use all kinds of makeup at home? Take lipstick, blush, eye shadow and match the colors. 2. There are light and heavy! ! ! Pony's makeup only emphasizes blush, lipstick, eyebrows, and blush. The lipstick uses orange, and the eyebrows are painted light brown, and the makeup feels uniform; this light-colored makeup needs to emphasize eyeliner and eyelashes, otherwise the makeup will look very hazy , Godless. If you are used to drawing from the eyebrows to the mouth, and the eyebrows, blush, and eye shadow are accidentally painted heavy, and you are accustomed to painting heavy lipstick, then you will first focus on the parts you are used to. For example, the eyebrows, the mouth is drawn first, and then the intensity of the eyeshadow and blush is controlled according to the intensity of these two makeups. This is one of the reasons why many beauty bloggers adjust the order of makeup. Everyone should feel that the makeup is complete after applying lipstick, because of this. Next is the base makeup 1. Judging the skin color and skin tone are divided into cold and warm skin, foundation is also divided into cold and warm tones, the wrong color tone, no matter how white the color will turn blue and gray. First look at the color of your blood vessels at the sun. Cold skin: The skin is white or pink, and the blood vessels of the wrist are blue and purple; suitable for silver jewelry, suitable for pink. Warm skin: The skin is yellowish or darker, and the blood vessels of the wrist are green. It is suitable for gold jewelry and orange. Neutral skin: The skin is between cold and warm, and the blue-green distribution of wrist blood vessels is evenly distributed, suitable for gold and silver jewelry. Neutral skin is colder or warmer, you can look at the color distribution of blood vessels 2. Foundation color After judging the skin color, first choose the color of the foundation, and then choose the color number (that is, the shade). Foundation hue: the beginning of the foundation is its hue, C means cool color, W means warm color, and N means neutral color. NC stands for neutral and cool colors, NN stands for neutral and warm colors. Foundation color: No. 0 is the whitest, No. 10 is light beige, No. 20 is light pink, No. 30 is transparent, No. 31 is natural, No. 40 is healthy, and No. 50 is wheat. The brand color system is different, but the color tone is similar to the color number. The more professional the brand, the more detailed it is. 3. Be careful when you go to the counter to try makeup products For dry skin, you must buy a liquid foundation with high moisture content. If you feel stuck with powder, the emergency method is to choose to mix the water, lotion, essence, and aloe vera gel you are using in the liquid foundation. better. You must buy a liquid foundation that has a good oil control effect. This kind of liquid foundation generally has low water content and low oil content. It has a thick and thick texture, high concealment, heavy makeup, and strong durability. But because of its thick texture, it usually wears makeup. The feeling is heavier, while the moisture is low. You can also mix the skin care products you are using. Consult the clerk, tell me your skin tone and skin type, try it on your neck, or pick a piece of skin on your arm that is closer to your face. It is less accurate to try on hands or face with makeup. Choose one that is 1-2 degrees brighter than your skin tone. The function of base makeup is to conceal blemishes, cover pores, and even skin tone. It should not be too white. But still according to your own preferences. If you paint it white, paint all the bare parts of your body, otherwise the white face and the yellow neck will be compared, and the whole face will look dirty. 4. The tools for applying makeup should be soaked and screwed until they are not dripping. Many people use dry makeup eggs directly, and I did before. This is not right. Liquid foundation is a powder with water and essence added, and moisturizing before makeup can improve the durability and conformability of the makeup. The liquid foundation will have a wet powder texture. Just like the pigment, it needs water to be adjusted to make the makeup more even. By controlling the dryness and wetness of the beauty egg, you can control the thickness of the foundation on the face. Moisturizing the beauty egg can provide moisture to the skin while applying makeup, so that the base makeup fits the skin more closely, and there will be no sticking powder. The method of applying the base makeup is to press, and apply a small amount of times to ensure that the base makeup is compliant and not easy to jam. 5. Small amount and many times The principle of makeup is always to put on a small amount of makeup multiple times to create a sense of transparency. If you want the transparency of Korean girls' makeup, you need to apply layer by layer. The dead corners of the face must be carefully and carefully applied on the base makeup, hairline, lip area, nose wing, jaw line, and eye area. The exposed part of the neck should also be painted in the same color as the face. In order to save the foundation, the amount of foundation should be exposed by a closer look. It is most appropriate to feel a little insufficient. It feels "completely enough", but it has already been used too much. Uneven application of the foundation will be more natural. Apply thickly on the dull areas, and apply a little thinner on the tip of the forehead, nose and chin; apply the foundation in a circular motion like a seal and push it outwards. Far more natural; eye makeup should be appropriate, the skin around the eyes is only one-third of the thickness of the other parts of the skin, very fragile, just light touch up. The principle of makeup is always a small amount and many times, like brushing eyeshadow, blush and powder, too heavy a hand is basically irreparable. You can use a brush to dip the powder and try it on your hands to get an even color, or shake some excess powder on a paper towel before applying it to your face. 6. Concealer Purple is used to cover yellow and green is used to cover red. The color of the concealer product should be different from the base makeup color, so that the concealer effect will be better. After applying the base makeup, start to deal with the areas that need to be concealed on the face, such as acne marks, tear grooves, dark circles, and red noses. Please start the eye concealer at 0.5 cm below the eye. You must be careful with the skin around the eyes. If the area of acne marks is relatively large, a sponge ball needs to be used for large area concealer work. If the acne print area is relatively small, you need to use a makeup brush to apply it carefully. So everyone watch the beauty video, the blogger will use the concealer after applying the base makeup. Don't be confused. If your skin is good, this step and the cosmetics in this step can be omitted. 7. Makeup-loose powder The makeup base should feel matte. After applying the liquid foundation, you need to apply a layer of loose powder. One is to set makeup, and the other is to prevent the face from being oily. The pressed powder is an upgraded version of loose powder. Buy thin, oil-controlling and transparent loose powder. Buy powder with whitening and concealing functions. Because the powder is convenient to carry, it is suitable for use in the afternoon to touch up makeup. Bring a box of air cushion bb+ whitening powder to make up the base. enough. The cause of makeup loss is the strong secretion of facial oil. You can use an oil-controlling primer before makeup. The primer can make the makeup more compliant, natural, and enhance the texture of the makeup, but it is not necessary. In fact, if the skin is well maintained, the base makeup will be very sticky. If you have enough makeup time, don't worry about applying loose powder after applying the base makeup. The makeup drawn in the morning will become dull in the afternoon because the oil secreted on the face and the oil in the liquid foundation oxidize the makeup. If you want the makeup to last longer, you can put it on a wet cotton pad. A layer of paper towels, gently press the face to absorb the excess oil, and then apply loose powder to set makeup. If you don't have enough makeup time, apply loose powder carefully and evenly on the T-shaped part of the face that is prone to oil. To complete the makeup, remember to use a clean residual powder brush or a large brush to remove the excess powder, or use a tissue to press the entire face again. This step is very important. After putting on the base makeup, take a thin layer of paper towel wrapped in a sponge and pounce on the whole face to lighten the makeup. Next is the eyebrows The brush strokes of the eyebrow pencils are hard, and it is easy to make a heavy hand with a stroke. The lines are too clear and the makeup feels unnatural. In contrast, the makeup effect of eyebrow powder is more delicate, and the eyebrows will be softer after painting. I recommend eyebrow powder. If the eyebrows are particularly easy to rub off, go to Taobao to buy an eyebrow raincoat, which is very cheap and can last a day. 1. The eyebrows must be clean and tidy. Small miscellaneous hairs outside of the eyebrow shape must be repaired. If the eyebrows are soft, shave them off with an eyebrow scraper. If the eyebrows are thick, remove them with tweezers. Generally, the more three-dimensional the facial features, the heavier the eyebrows. Wild eyebrows are more popular now, but they have high requirements for eyebrow shape and facial features. 3. Thrush principle Big face: wide eyebrows Small face: thin eyebrows The distance between the eyes is approximately equal to the length of one eye. Wide eye distance: draw some brows inward Narrow eye distance: draw the brow outward 4. Fix the position and length of the eyebrows. Fix the eyebrows: the extension line from the nose wing to the inner corner of the eye. Ding Meifeng: the extension of the nose to the black eyeball. Set the eyebrow tail: The eyeliner is drawn longer, and the eyebrow tail should be extended. The end of the eyebrows must not be lower than the eyebrows, otherwise it will be a horoscope. 5. The eyebrows should be drawn with a three-dimensional effect. The eyebrows have a three-dimensional effect and a sense of virtual reality, rather than thick and black eyebrows like Crayon Shin-chan. The brows are light and empty, the bottom of the brows is deep and clear; the peaks of the brows are high; the tails of the brows are clear, clean, and neat. 6. Choice of eyebrow color Eyebrow color should be harmoniously matched with skin tone, makeup and hair color. The choice of eyebrow color is very important. Dark skin: dark brown or gray-black Light complexion: light brown Brown hair color: choose brown Hair color is black: dark brown or gray-black Hair color is not common: use eyebrow cream to dye it. Eyeliner 1. Draw the inner eyeliner of the single eyelid slightly, and the end of the eye is slightly upturned. Pay attention to applying the eyelashes to make the eyes longer. After drawing the eyeliner, use a small oblique brush to dip the dark eye shadow on the eyeliner and repaint it. 2. Gently trace the lower eyeliner with flashing light pink or light blue to enhance the innocent sense of clarity in the eyes. 3. How to draw inner eyeliner can make the eyes more energetic. The inner eyeliner must be drawn smoothly. Lift the eyes up, or gently lift the upper eyelids with your hands, and fill them slowly along the roots of the eyelashes without leaving any white. You don't need to pursue a stroke to draw a smooth effect, just fill it up slowly. Novices can draw eyeliner from the end of the eye, and it will become more and more smooth. Generally thick eyelashes are equivalent to natural eyeliner. 4. The principle of drawing eyeliner The distance between the eyes is approximately equal to the length of one eye. If the eye distance is narrow, do not draw the inner corner of the eye. This will make the eye distance look narrower. The outer corner of the eye should be emphasized and the outer eyeliner should be lengthened. If the eye distance is wide, emphasize the inner eyeliner. 5. The color of eyeliner is divided into brown, black and white. Brown eyeliner: suitable for white skin, or when painting the face with soft makeup. When using brown eyeliner to draw soft makeup, the eyes will appear dull. At this time, fill the roots of the eyelashes with black, fill the outline of the eyes with brown, and lengthen the tail of the eye~ White eyeliner: used to draw lying silkworm of. If you think it is too fake, you can use a matte eye shadow one shade lighter than the base makeup to paint the silkworm, which is more natural and beautiful than the stroke. If you really can't draw eyeliner, it doesn't matter, just use dark eye shadow instead. Take the small eyeshadow brush, dip in the dark eyeshadow, and apply it slowly. The substitution between cosmetics is actually very strong~ mascara To curl the eyelashes, first clip the upper half, then the lower half. Look up, draw z brush mascara. The mascara should be rotated and pulled out. When brushing eyelashes, rub it on a paper towel before brushing, it will be more natural. If the mascara is smudged, you can apply a layer of powder under the eyes after brushing the eyelashes, which is very effective. After applying the mascara, use a cotton swab dipped in lotion to follow the glued eyelashes (fly legs) outwards, and it will be easy to loosen! Be careful, mascara that does not smudge is very difficult to remove! Be sure to apply makeup water for a while; don’t move it after drawing it, wait until it dries, it’s hard to remove it on your face; if it’s on your face, use a cotton swab to remove makeup remover and slowly remove it. Blush 1. Position the blush to hit the apple muscle under your eyes, smile, the two bulging pieces are, pull from the temple position to the apple muscle, and beat in a circle. Blushing is just the difference in color, size, and contour. You can finish it with apples. You can move it up a bit to make it look more cute! 2. Determine the shape of the blush based on your makeup. Everyone looks at the photo of the net red. The blush seems to be quite different, but in fact the position of the blush is the same, just the difference in color and shape. When your lips and eye makeup, especially eye makeup, are heavy, the blush is light and small. 3. Key points: light and natural technique: dip the blush brush into the blush, shake off the excess powder, try it on your hand first, and then apply it to your face, turn the blush in a circle, and pull it from the temple to the apple muscle , Slowly paint in small amounts and many times. The blush is hard to save. If you often miss the blush and don't grasp the amount, there is another way to put the blush before the foundation. In this way, you can also draw the feeling of blush coming out naturally from the face. If you are afraid of heavy blush, apply lipstick first and control the intensity of blush according to the lipstick. Don't buy blushes that are too heavy. It is easy to get heavy hands. It is recommended to buy light colors, which can be applied layer by layer. The heavy blush can hardly be saved. Trimming A girl with a big face should trim her face even if she doesn’t apply eye makeup before going out. The trimming serves as a modifier. The shadow on the face must not have a sense of contour, that is, a straight line with sharp edges and corners, which should not be overemphasized. Don't hit the face. 1. Nose shadow The nose shadow must be natural. Color options: red or gray-brown. Do not use too dark colors. Tool: Long brush with soft texture. Area: The area of the brush should not be too wide, and the dividing line should be blurred naturally. When drawing the eyebrows, wear a nose shadow. The length of the nose shadow is only to the inner corner of the eye. Remember, the nose shadow should be drawn in sections. You can bring a little bit on the nose and nose. 2. Face The trimming is the same as the blush, and the pulling technique is applied. Similarly, try the color on your hands, and then apply it to your face evenly. Position: Pull from the base of the upper ear to the position of the cheekbones, and hit the jaws on both sides. Note: The silhouette must not hit the face. The dividing line fainted naturally. Color several times in small amounts. 3. Highlight Combining highlights and trimming can create a chiseled makeup. To create a gloss of makeup, it is to apply high gloss, rather than a shiny feeling that does not get loose powder after applying the base makeup. Location of highlights: T-shaped part of face, underside of eyes, chin. mouth 1. Directional lipstick brush in the direction of the lip line (that is, brush it vertically), the lip line appears lighter. 2. Longer lasting lipstick is always eaten or rubbed off by drinking water. You can wipe the lipstick once and squeeze it off with a paper towel and then wipe the lipstick again, so that the lipstick is not easy to fall off. You can also apply a layer of loose powder and apply a layer of lipstick for a long-lasting makeup.
I think there are TWO foundations for HYPERREALISM: ,1. Good, accurate drawing. 2. Tone/Value,. I will give you TWO answers in this response - the first will be to what you asked.The second will be some thoughts on art and hyperrealism. How to get the results you asked for - hyperrealism in a still-life. Go for a smooth painting ground(surface),. Use a smooth canvas or panel. Grounds:, Canvas or Panel?, Both can be used for hyper-realism or photo-realism. From my experience, I think a smooth panel(wood, Masonite, etc) is better. You can easily scrape dry paint off, even down to the bare panel again and repaint, and there will be no record of your violent act on the panel. Sometimes canvas kind of retains a bit of depression if your paint scraping was really to the bare canvas. This is not a big consideration though. The hardness of the panel helps. The force of your brushstrokes wont be pushed back by, like a canvas can, nor will it get pushed in and have your hand slip - and paint into something else. Panels also have many other advantages like durability. Your painting is less prone to crack - it might still crack, but hey, your panel is STIFF so your painting wont bend - less reasons to crack. Wood and panels are more suited for detailed hyper-realistic work. Start your painting with accurate drawing., Accurate drawing in realism and hyper-realism REALLY matters. If you’re painting a still life or scene with hyper-realistic intentions, don’t go for an alla prima approach, and don’t go for “I’ll leave the rough lines, of the sketch” Erase all rough ‘artsy looking’ lines and leave solid, thin, accurate, clean lines,. Go for more a Venetian Painting technique (e.g. Titian and Bouguereau). The Venetian technique would start with a colored wash on the canvas or panel with thinned paint. Then detailed and accurate drawing all the subjects in your composition (please, look at Jean August Dominique Ingres’ paintings for an idea of what a beautiful and quality lines are,) - outlines and form likes of figures, all corners, all objects, even the clouds you might include and hints of their curvature puffs. Since you want hyper-realism,, you can use the mechanical 0.5 pencils, - yes classical ateliers would cringe at this - they’d support charcoal or broad pencils - tell them that somebody on Quora gave you permission to! Hyper-realism painting is a patient, intricate, sometimes surgically-careful act,. The results can be truly sublime and emotionally powerful and awe-inspiring. Draw the forms you see in front of you patiently. Keep your lines as ‘pure’ and clean as possible. However, dont think colour, and composition, imagination dont matter. They still do. The matter a lot lot. Just because it’s hyperrealistic doesnt mean it’s beautiful. There is definitely a beauty your work gets by being realistic, but still study composition, harmony of colours. Paint your darks and shadows first, very light layers,. Even if it’s your FIRST layer, please dont think you can keep this one as a sketch. You have done your sketch, now you’re carefully giving form to the object outlines and ‘cartoons’ you have drawn. Respect the lines you carefully drew. Respect borders of objects.Nah. One key principle in hyper-realism is to ,keep it as perfect and accurate as the subject is at all stages,. This classical realism painting below demonstrates the point. The second stage even looks like a perfect bleached out sepia photo! Look at the right arm (or the arm on the right side of the picture 2. Great! In hyperrealism after the fourth picture, you’re not yet done - more detail. As you can see the red cloth is a bit ‘simplified’ - you as the hyperrealist need to settle down and add more tones and accurate fold lines in there. The pics above and below were done by Maestro Michael John Angel - of the Angel Academy of Art in Italy. If you’re starting your first layer with darks(which you should!) - perhaps using Burnt Umber or Burnt Sienna and titanium white only….or any other color (I personally like Vandyke Brown - is almost a perfectly neutral brown - not warm or cold, and it’s not as saturated as burnt umber)…I digress… ,patiently blend your shadows, and graduations. Aim for it to look like a black and white photo. Yes, I said it. In hyper realism, ,photos ARE your friend., Yes I said that too. Hey, we’re not trying to be ‘pure artists’. I think you should use all the resources at your disposal to create something beautiful. Dont make less-quality paintings because you were ashamed to look at a photo refrence. This is 2017, and contrary to what people SAY, things change. The rennaisance style of Leonardo, as beautiful as it is - in my opinion HAS been surpassed by someone like Claudio Bravo of this generation. Yes, you think 400 years would pass, and nobody would ever exceed them in technique if you matched one of their painting each, side by side, as if in a one painting competition? Forget the titles and the names and biases and prejudices. Do ALL you need to do to get that painting on your canvas look like it wasn’t painted. Like it appeared. Like it’s an unbiased and clear record of a moment in time or imagination. Yes, that’s a compliment if it looks exactly like a photograph if your aim is hyperrealism. In your spare time, ,spend a minutes looking at good photos too as a habit,. Study photographs by truly artful photograpers (not those that pose, but talented photographers). See how the camera, your rival, is capturing down reality on a 2D surface. Now, go and so better than Uncle Camera. You have the supremely powerful advantage of color(pigment)! It’s almost impossible to have a printed photgraph as colored as a real painting. In fact, when people are painting from photographs, hyperrealism style, they might premix mix their paints to be used in that 3 hour painting session, and use a tiny brush to put some of it on the photo - the part they’re trying to match. If the paint can be seen clearly, then the color doesnt perfectly match yet. More mixing. Then they re-try. This is a great and valid technique in photorealism/hyperrealism. Put your paint ON the real object - a tiny dot. Make it match. Now, you’ve achieved the right color. Try not to paint one bold incorrect stroke with the hope that you’ll come back and refine it 30 brushstrokes later. Nah. Aim for something like ‘it will always look as close to the finished product as possible’. Yet, still paint in layers. Remember to ,respect tone more than color,. Let the light areas be light. We DO have black and white photos -this proves that technically then there can by hyperrealistic paintings in just Burnt Umber and Titanium White. Or Ivory Black and Titanium White. There can be hyperrealistic paintings with just White, Yellow Ochre and Burnt Umber. It would be a ‘yellowed world’ or a tinted yellow world, but yet ,objects can still be perfectly rendered if you depict accurate TONE VALUES,. If the dark to light scale is 0 to 10, try to be able to show that. Don’t paint a shade of 5 for where there was supposed to be 4 graduating into 5 and then into a 6. Note that, color has nothing to do with making your painting look realistic,, touchable, like it pops off the canvas, or like your painting is 1000 feet far in. What matters is accurate shapes, outlines, patterns. I am not saying you should use color - by no means - I am saying try to depict volume and solidity and perfect form as a PRIORITY - over color accuracy. But ideally - be excellent at both! At every progress stage in your painting, do a ‘recon’, and try to keep it looking grea,t. Keep it smoothly painted, keep it BRUSH-STROKE-LESS. I cannot say this loud enough. Let me try : ,BRUSH-STROKE-LESS! Real life doesn’t have any pencil shades or brush stroke HINT. Not a hint., Not even a random one. Real life is made up of perfect form, and objects don’t really blend into one another and mix - so don’t let your paint do that. Use thin layers of paint. They can be mixed with medium or straight from the tube - but let them be thin, not clearly elevated from the canvas one bit. Scrape of bits of paint or sand or particles or brush hairs that might make your panel/canvas un-smooth. Small brushes will matter more than in pure ‘realism’ painting,. In hyper-realism, you should make a resolution to patiently paint and render what needs to be shown. You might/ will need brushes that are as thin as 20 hairs, maybe 8 hairs even for the most thin or small details! In hyper realism, if a person has freckles, you PAINT EACH FRECKLE. Don’t make each tiny freckle an oval - a tiny line wont do either. You are now a master of subtlety and intricacy, so in fact, you should smile when you see ‘passages’ in your painting that need to be painted carefully and slowly. In hyper-realism, dont run away from mechanical details like painting 50 strands of hair. The truth is, realism might blur that area A suggestion: if you don’t have the patience OR SKILL to paint 6 objects in a still life setup perfectly, then don’t attempt to -yet. ,For Hyper-realism, in your composition, please only include objects and backgrounds you have the patience and skill to render,. If all you can paint hyper-realistically perfectly is Chinese Vases, then if you make a painting of one or two or five of them it’s perfect still! Because everything on the canvas is perfectly rendered. One of my definitions of hyper-realism is ‘very detailed realism’. Realists might be happy with a level of ‘finishing’ or ‘rendering’, but you ,push the limit,! Till you cant see what detail to add. Hyper-realism is established in the quality of your lines, edges, and smoothness of your gradients(or shadows), the perfectness of your rendering. ,Any slacking from these or ‘oversimplification’ of these, or using realism techniques like ‘grouping shadows’ or ‘selective focus’, and you’ll start drifting into what is called ‘realism’. Of course, it can still be a masterpiece, but a hyper-realistic painting should’t show it was painted. A hyper-realistic painting looks like it just appeared. Even towards the edges and hidden corners of your canvas, still keep that perfection up. For hyper-realism in oils you MUST use the whole expressive arsenal that the oil painter has: You MUST, glaze,, use extra oil or ,medium,, know when you need thick unthinned paint and when you do. You will ,scumble,, scrape paint, occasionally ,use fingers, for some blending, ,paint in layers,, ,blend, carefully, make sure a straight edge is perfectly straight. You will use a variety of brushes (you should, definitely, have over 25 brushes. Aim for about 60 brushes. Go for a variety: hard, soft, sable, pointed, round, 12’s, 1’s, old ragged ones for rougher textures and scumbling. You need pristine, needle thin brushes for fine details, You need them all. Over time, you will master them, and know their characters. You will take your time to draw the 9 parallel lines of the veins on grass blade. As a hyperrealistic painter, ,I ,will, be at your exhibition,, and I will look closely, and examine. Haha. I will look at the painting for 8 minutes the first time, observing how you didn’t rush any part of it, walk around, wondering how you developed such patience. As I wonder how you are so patient to paint all the details, my respect for you goes up. I know you MUST be patient, careful, disciplined, and persistent to complete a hyper-realistic painting. The artist who achieves this gets more respect. Carelessly made works under the guise of ‘inspired’ or ‘avant garde’ - the look it - like they were made brashly. They don’t inspire respect, because we sense that the painter DIDN’T NEED ANY VIRTUES to make them. When we assess works of art, we’re sensing virtues and temperaments of the painter. When we see more god-like virtue in the painting - e.g. perfectly painted water, we know….only a patient painter could have done this. That is a more valuable painting. So, the hyper-realistic painter is a patient painter. The hyper-realistic painter should not consider a painting complete just because your dear family and good-intentioned friends think its already great (“dude, its perfect already”) and try to convince you that nobody in the world will notice that extra final touch or detail you see and feel you need to add. You are the judge. Better artists SEE more than a non-artist. Great painters see subtlety and they can categorise and describe the qualities of objects visually. Fellow artists will give you more respect truly when they see all the effort you took to render things that aren’t considered important in a painting. You see - we go to our next point… In hyper-realistic painting, every part is rendered with the same amount of love. The hyper-realistic painter doesn't love the flower vases and fruits any more than the table they are on, and the little crack in the table. Of course he/she might love the flower more and thinks Peonies are absolutely beautiful (I do), but he shows not partiality, and the random table he set the still life on still needs to be rendered as accurately. In hyper-realistic painting, you can emphasise objects or points of interest through your composition, and light - NOT by attention to detail. In some typical realism painting they use selective focus (Rembrandt was great at this)… …but in hyper-realism, selective focus or blurring out stuff is NOT your friend. In classical realism, many times they paint what they see when they squint (major details), but in hyper-realism, you should only squint when your face is 3 inches from the canvas and you’re trying to make sure that the hair strands you’re painting are perfect! ‘Realism’ matters though. Understand the principles of ‘classical realism’. Use good painting techniques like fat over lean. Don’t ‘playa-hate’ on classical realism. In my opinion, hyperrealism is simply much more detailed realism. Most painters dont have the patience to achieve hyperrealism, so even the professionals might use words like ‘overmodelled’ or ‘overrendered’, and discard hyperrealistic paintings saying ‘become a photographer then’. Most of them have not made ONE hyperrealistic work. Don’t worry about that. Hyperrealistic paintings sell. Most people have never even seen a hyperealistic painting first hand. Or let me rephrase: Most people have never seen a realistic painting so good and finely detailed. Finally, use a limited palette. Please do. On each painting, i think it could be dreadful to use more than 8 different tubes of paint. Using three, four, five, six, or maybeeeeee seven tubes is ideal. 4,5, or 6 unique tubes of paint/color is TRULY IDEAL,. e.g. Titainum White, Burnt Umber, Yellow Ochre, Cadmium Red deep. Generally, all skin tones can be gotten with these. ,The painting demonstrations in stages above DEFINITELY look like they are done with only 4 colors ; a white, a brown, a red, and a yellow like yellow ochre. Many of Rembrandt (who many consider to be the greatest painter of all time) can be achieved with four tubes of paint…maybe at most 5., If I chose to expand my palette to 5 tubes of paint, for a fifth, Pthalo Blue. If I chose to expand to a 6th color, maybe Cadmium Yellow Pale (needed to mix bright sunlight on grass yellows and greens)..etc. 8, 9, 10 unique tubes/colors, like you might be tempted to do when you’re at the art store, and you want to improve your chances of making a master piece, so you pick up Magenta, Blue Lake, Flesh Tint, Naples Yellow, Hansa Yellow, Indian Yellow, Nickel Yellow.…just stop and resist the urge. Mix your way to those colors. The look of limited palette paintings, in my opinion is SUPERIOR. 9+ colors and you’re throwing in a lot or TOO MUCH there. You have a high chance of losing harmony except if you use them discriminately. GRISAILLE, as a technique might really help you towards your hyperrealistic aim. Detailed underpainting in monochrome. For encouragement in grisaile, research on Michael Deas of Louisiana and the Columbia Pictures woman holding the light. He said he used grisaille in this painting (yet the color is so pure and rich). My second answer: “Art is a battle of philosophies.” Personally, I think hyperrealism in oil painting is COMPLETELY a GOOD, NOBLE, VALID goal. There are alla prima masterpieces, e.g. check out Richard Schmid, Claude Monet. There are realism masterpieces e.g. William Bouguereau, Titian, Velazquez. And very recently - I concluded that the two greatest Hyperrealism Masters were Istvan Sandorfi and Claudio Bravo. Claudio Bravo being the greatest, in my opinion. I think Claudio Bravo is the greatest painter of the past 30–40 years. The beautiful thing about Bravo’s hyper-hyper-realistic works is that he never used photo references. He painted from life daily, for about 8 hours or more. He was a very disciplined man. He had a full painting apprenticeship i think from when he was 13 till he was 20! By the time he was 26, he had bought a biplane from his painting earnings. Eventually, he settled in Morocco, where it seems like a he was a king who went to settle in his palace, he totally painted the LAW for the new level of possibilities in Hyper-realist painting from direct observation. Istvan Sandorfi stopped drawing at age 12, to devote himself completely to the medium of oils. ,In my humble opinion, these two men reached the pinnacle of oil painting virtuosity. My favourite two hyper realistic painters are: ,Claudio Bravo and Istvan Sandorfi,. Claudio Bravo paintings: Red still life by Claudio Bravo All these above are by Claudio Bravo. These below are by, Istvan Sandorfi,: Sandorfi(above) “Art is a battle of philosophies.” Every artist has their strong opinions on what is beautiful, what art should be, who the perfect examples we have/have had are, the ideal medium for expression. The great thing is that we have the freedom to make WORKS that show our truths. E.g. I believe oil painting is more suited to hyper-realistic painting than acrylics or even egg tempera. So that’s my philosophy and I’ll go ahead and make works for years in oils, because my art philosophy tells me to. If I think still-lifes are more beautiful than portraits, I’d probably devote more time to painting still-lifes. As artists we all make these choices, and so we manifest our own belief system and philosophy. Because…you’d only paint or draw what you think is most beautiful to you….right? Right. Time happens. Soon the public sees your works. You keep making more. Centered subconsciously around who you are, and what’s in your world and mind. You see, read or hear their reactions to your work. You might get to know what they think of your peers’ works. Money gets earned for these works. Some artists will get more money than others. More time passes. Sadly, some of the artists pass away too. The philosophies, the paintings still battle - in museums, on Pinterest, on yourube, and results show. Statue of David or Mona Lisa? Rembrandt or Vemeer? Titian or Velazquez? Over the decades and centuries, the philosophies are still battling,. Each painting standing boldly in the courtyard as a living manifesto of what the man believed was beautiful to paint. The colors he loved, and the technique he earned a living from. A manifesto of who the man was. A display of what he put minutes or hours, or days or years (e.g Mona Lisa - approx 4 years) to paint. The truly low-scoring art will be forgotten gradually. It often will not make the cover of any magazine. The crazy artist who made ‘crap’ and was famous for a minute stops being talked about as much, as people realise that after he #trended in the 1960s - after the dust settled - the verdict was that ,his works aren't that beautiful. Often, people don’t have the audacity to call out bad or ugly art,. e.g. I personally think many of Picasso’s paintings are ugly. I liked the Picasso that painted in a realism style. Not when he started doing the ‘easier’ to make cubist paintings and tribal-looking doodles. Some people bought into his name, but a significant number of painters, including me, are repulsed by Picasso’s work - no - not that they are so profound - they’re upset that so many people world was fooled to buy art that was easier to make, had no rules, was a quick job on a big canvas by a famous man - ‘lets buy it’. The high-scoring art will still compete and sometimes win magazine covers, - ,even though there are living and famous people causing chaos in the real world who have made headlines and would love to be on that cover. For example, every once in a while, ‘they’ will put ,Girl with a Pearl Earring, on a magazine cover and say something like “Secret discoveries about relationship with the model he painted” That issue also sells A LOT. We would all be curious to hear more facts about the Mona Lisa even today! Go for hyperrealism! 6 Great painters I think you should study out if you’re AIMING for Hyper realism that looks beautiful LIFE-LIKE, BREATHING… a CLASSICAL TOUCH. Every single one of these men achieved sublime and super-human results in their painting. Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (1780 – 1867) Jean Leon-Gerome * (1824 - 1904) William Bouguereau * (1825 - 1905) John William Godward (1861 - 1922) Istvan Sandorfi (1948 - 2007) Claudio Bravo * (1936 - 2011) The three names with the * means I truly think this person might have been the greatest painter that ever lived. Its my love for painting that made my answer this long. There’s nothing in the world quite like oil painting. Happy Painting.
There Will Come Soft Rains In the living-room the voice-clock sang. “Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock!” as if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating its sounds into the emptiness. “Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!” In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interiors eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunny-side up, 16 slices of bacon, two coffees, and two cool glasses of milk. “Today is August 4, 2026,” said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, “in the city of Allendale, California”. It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. “Today is Mr Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills.” Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes. “Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o'clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one!” but no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. It was raining outside. The weather box on the front door sang quietly: “Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today ... .” And the rain tapped on the empty house, echoing. Outside, the garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car. After a long wait the door swung down again. At eight-thirty the eggs were shrivelled and the toast was like stone. An aluminium wedge scraped them into the sink, where hot water whirled them down a metal throat which digested and flushed them away to the distant sea. The dirty dishes were dropped into a hot washer and emerged twinkling dry. “Nine-fifteen,” sang the clock, “time to clean”. Out of warrens in the wall, tiny robot mice darted. The rooms were a-crawl with the small cleaning animals, all rubber and metal. They thudded against chairs, whirling their moustached runners, kneading the rug nap, sucking gently at hidden dust. Then, like mysterious invaders, they popped into their burrows. Their pink electric eyes faded. The house was clean. “Ten o'clock”. The sun came out from behind the rain. The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles. “Ten-fifteen.” The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft morning air with scatterings of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running down the charred west side where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places. Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air; higher up, the image of a thrown ball, and opposite him a girl, hands raised to catch a ball which never came down. The five spots of paint – the man, the woman, the children, the ball – remained. The rest was a thin charcoalled layer. The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light. Until this day, how well the house had kept its peace! How carefully it had inquired, “Who goes there? What's the password?” and, getting no answer from lonely foxes and whining cats, it had shut up its windows and drawn shades in an old-maidenly preoccupation with self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia. It quivered at each sound, the house did. If a sparrow brushed a window, the shade snapped up. The bird, startled, flew off! No, not even a bird must touch the house! The house was an altar with ten thousand attendants, big, small, servicing, attending, in choirs. But the gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly. “Twelve noon.” A dog whined, shivering, on the front porch. The front door recognised the dog voice and opened. The dog, once huge and fleshy, but now gone to bone and covered with sores, moved in and through the house, tracking mud. Behind it whirred angry mice, angry at having to pick up mud, angry at inconvenience. For not a leaf fragment blew under the door but what the wall panels flipped open and the copper scrap rats flashed swiftly out. The offending dust, hair, or paper, seized in miniature steel jaws, was raced back to the burrows. There, down tubes which fed into the cellar, it was dropped into the sighing vent of an incinerator which sat like evil Baal in a dark corner. The dog ran upstairs, hysterically yelping to each door, at last realising, as the house realised, that only silence was here. It sniffed the air and scratched the kitchen door. Behind the door, the stove was making pancakes which filled the house with a rich baked odour and the scent of maple syrup. The dog frothed at the mouth, lying at the door, sniffing, its eyes turned to fire. It ran wildly in circles, biting at its tail, spun in a frenzy, and died. It lay in the parlour for an hour. “Two o'clock,” sang a voice. Delicately sensing decay at last, the regiments of mice hummed out as softly as blown grey leaves in an electrical wind. “Two-fifteen.” The dog was gone. In the cellar, the incinerator glowed suddenly and a whirl of sparks leaped up the chimney. “Two thirty-five.” Bridge tables sprouted from patio walls. Playing cards fluttered on to pads in a shower of pips. Martinis manifested on an oaken bench with egg-salad sandwiches. Music played. But the tables were silent and the cards untouched. At four o'clock the tables folded like great butterflies back through the panelled walls. “Four-thirty.” The nursery walls glowed. Animals took shape: yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers cavorting in crystal substance. The walls were glass. They looked out upon colour and fantasy. Hidden films clocked through well-oiled sprockets, and the walls lived. The nursery floor was woven to resemble a crisp, cereal meadow. Over this ran aluminium roaches and iron crickets, and in the hot, still air butterflies of delicate red tissue wavered among the sharp aroma of animal spoors! There was the sound like a great matted yellow hive of bees within a dark bellows, the lazy bumble of a purring lion. And there was the patter of okapi feet and the murmur of a fresh jungle rain, like other hoofs, falling upon the summer-starched grass. Now the walls dissolved into distances of parched weed, mile on mile, and warm, endless sky. The animals drew away into thornbrakes and waterholes. It was the children's hour. “Five o'clock.” The bath filled with clear hot water. “Six, seven, eight o'clock.” The dinner dishes manipulated like magic tricks, and in the study a “click”. In the metal stand opposite the hearth where a fire now blazed up warmly, a cigar popped out, half an inch of soft grey ash on it, smoking, waiting. “Nine o'clock.” The beds warmed their hidden circuits, for nights were cool here. “Nine-five.” A voice spoke from the study ceiling: “Mrs McClellan, which poem would you like this evening?” The house was silent. The voice said at last, “Since you express no preference, I shall select a poem at random.” Quiet music rose to back the voice. “Sara Teasdale. As I recall, your favourite ... ‘There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, The swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone’.” The fire burned on the stone hearth and the cigar fell away into a mound of quiet ash on its tray. The empty chairs faced each other between the silent walls, and the music played. At ten o'clock the house began to die. The wind blew. A falling tree-bough crashed through the kitchen window. Cleaning solvent, bottled, shattered over the stove. The room was ablaze in an instant! “Fire!” screamed a voice. The houselights flashed, water pumps shot water from the ceilings. But the solvent spread on the linoleum, licking, eating, under the kitchen door, while the voices took it up in chorus: “Fire, fire, fire!”. The house tried to save itself. Doors sprang tightly shut, but the windows were broken by the heat, and the wind blew and sucked upon the fire. The house gave ground as the fire in ten billion angry sparks moved with flaming ease from room to room and then up the stairs. While scurrying water-rats squeaked from the walls, pistolled their water, and ran for more. And the wall sprays let down showers of mechanical rain. But too late. Somewhere, sighing, a pump shrugged to a stop. The quenching rain ceased. The reserve water supply which had filled baths and washed dishes for many quiet days was gone. The fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings. Now the fire lay in beds, stood in windows, changed the colours of drapes! And then, reinforcements. From attic trap-doors, blind robot faces peered down with faucet mouths gushing green chemical. The fire backed off, as even an elephant must at the sight of a dead snake. Now there were twenty snakes whipping over the floor, killing the fire with a clear, cold venom of green froth. But the fire was clever. It had sent flame outside the house, up through the attic to the pumps there. An explosion! The attic brain which directed the pumps was shattered into bronze shrapnel on the beams. The fire rushed back into every closet and felt the clothes hung there. The house shuddered, oak bone on bone, its bared skeleton cringing from the heat, its wire, its nerves revealed as if a surgeon had torn the skin off to let the red veins and capillaries quiver in the scalded air. “Help, help! Fire! Run, run!” Heat snapped mirrors like the first brittle winter ice. And the voices wailed “Fire, fire, run, run,” like a tragic nursery rhyme, a dozen voices, high, low, like children dying in a forest, alone, alone. And the voices fading as the wires popped their sheathings like hot chestnuts. One, two, three, four, five voices died. In the nursery the jungle burned. Blue lions roared, purple giraffes bounded off. The panthers ran in circles, changing colour, and ten million animals, running before the fire, vanished off towards a distant steaming river... Ten more voices died. In the last instant under the fire avalanche, other choruses, oblivious, could be heard announcing the time, playing music, cutting the lawn by remote-control mower, or setting an umbrella frantically out and in the slamming and opening front door, a thousand things happening, like a clock-shop when each clock strikes the hour insanely before or after the other, a scene of maniac confusion, yet unity; singing, screaming, a few last cleaning mice darting bravely out to carry the horrid ashes away! And one voice, with sublime disregard for the situation, read poetry aloud in the fiery study, until all the film-spools burned, until all the wires withered and the circuits cracked. The fire burst the house and let it slam flat down, puffing out skirts of spark and smoke. In the kitchen, an instant before the rain of fire and timber, the stove could be seen making breakfasts at a psychopathic rate, ten dozen eggs, six loaves of toast, twenty dozen bacon strips, which, eaten by fire, started the stove working again, hysterically hissing! The crash. The attic smashing into kitchen and parlour. The parlour into cellar, cellar into sub-cellar. Deep freeze, armchair, film tapes, circuits, beds, and all like skeletons thrown in a cluttered mound deep under. Smoke and silence. A great quantity of smoke. Dawn showed faintly in the east. Among the ruins, one wall stood alone. Within the wall, a last voice said, over and over again and again, even as the sun rose to shine upon the heaped rubble and steam: “Today is August 5, 2026, today is August 5, 2026, today is...” ,Just one of many brilliant short stories in ,Ray Bradbury,'s fix-up novel ,The Martian Chronicles,.
UI love this question : ) I’m good at this, let’s see, off the top of my head ( because I am awake in the middle of the night … ) Get the edge of a dustpan wet, and all the dust won’t fly out … If you are painting around windows, put wet strips of newspaper in the edges of the glass, then peel it right off … I am notorious for getting candlewax on the carpets, so here’s what you do : Put a paper towel over the waxy place, press with a warm iron, and it soaks right up. Might have to do it a couple of times. If the wax dripped onto the holder, put it in the freezer, and the wax-strands will fall right off. Hotel maid trick (No, I’m not a hotel maid, but I made friends with one. ) To make glass things sparkle, put a little “Pledge” on it, and then buff. When citrus fruits are about to go off, cut them up, and boil them in a pot with some cloves. When that’s done, put them down the garbage disposal, as it cleans the blades … and keeps smelling nice. Ice cubes clean the blades, too. If your broom bristles are all crazy at the ends, put a big rubber band around close to the bottom, and it will last a while longer. When storing Christmas china and sucklike, put a good paper plate between each plate. To find the middle of the sheet when you’re making a bed, put a little safety pin at the top and the middle. Cleaning silk flowers : Run a little warm water and dish soap in the sink or bathtub ( Bathtub is better. ) Poke the flower into the water, and swish it around. Twirl it to shake off the water, and lay it on a towel. You’d be surprised how much dirt is in the bottom of the tub. If you run out of clothes detergent and your things aren’t super-dirty, throw in a little bottle of hotel shampoo. Just take off the cap, and throw it in. ( Don’t let it go into the DRYER! ) For a white porcelain sink, line it with paper towels, gently pour on some bleach, and wait. It will be great, and you just peel off the towels and throw it away. To bleach cups that are stained from tea or coffee, just fill it with buttermilk, and it bleaches right out. To get to the bottom of a “Windex” ( or whatever ) bottle, throw in a couple of marbles to raise the level of liquid. To clean a copper bottomed pan … Spread catsup over the copper part, wait, and then wash it in the sink with a little baking soda. If you have a carpet cleaner, and the carpet just needs a little touch-up, use cheap shampoo instead of the expensive cleaning solution. Put your silver things in an aluminum pot on the stove, or line a pot with foil. Drop in a dash of baking soda, and simmer it for a few minutes. Absolutely will de-tarnishize something. Wash it, and then dry it as if you are polishing. If you’re having a summer pool-party, freeze giant ice cubes in loaf pans, “I can’t believe it’s not butter” pots, and cake pans. Thank you for asking! My little stuff has been published in “Heloise” somewhere over 38 times. Back to bed! Back to bed! Thanks for the upvotes! Here are some more favourite hacks that I use a lot, just not necessarily of the housecleaning variety. I do a lot of traveling, so these are traveling ones : If you have a tough crease in something, but no iron, and don’t want to get one out… Turn on the lamp for awhile, remove the shade, dampen the crease, and rub it back and forth over the hot bulb - It really does work. Always check the clock/alarm which comes with the room; A lot of times it’s set to the previous guest’s wake-up time, which is invariably 4:15am, and makes you want to scream. I always carry a couple of Zip-loc baggies, and a few clothespins. The clothespins are good to hold the curtain closed, as there’s no way it ever closes all the way, and then you get that laser beam of light in the morning; Put the remote in a baggie - For the love of God! Put it in the baggie! When I send my things to the Cleaners, The ID number is safety-pinned to the tag in the back; I leave it there, because that safety pin always comes in handy. Otherwise, I stick a pin through the hem of something … Way prudent. I have been known to chill a bottle or two of something in the bathroom sink. To do it super-fast, pour a bucketful of ice in there. Wrap the bottle of whatever in a paper towel, newspaper, or bath cloth. Get it wet. Spin it around for five minutes in the ice, and it will be - Colder than you might think! This isn’t very nice, but I do it - I am a real fanatic about sheets, even at home. If it’s just altogether unnecessary, I leave a note that the sheets needn’t be changed, but most of the time I do want them changed. I leave a note to that effect, and a nice tip, but they don’t always change them. I’ve learned to make a little pen mark at the bottom of the top sheet. Okay, okay - I’ve never raised hell with anyone about it … nice to know, though. No bottle opener? If you are very clever, this will work : Open the door, and get a bead on the big arm at the top that allows it to close slowly. If you find just the right place, you can position your bottlecap in such a way as to grab the top, and pop it right off. This is probably my favourite, but it will not at all work for everyone. I don’t mind a little sound and/or light while I sleep when traveling; In fact, I prefer it, especially on multi-stop trips. It can be easy to wake up in a strange, dark place and freak a little, I don’t like it at all. I used to leave on the bathroom light, but that’s not too pleasant, it’s a pretty bright beam. So instead, I leave the TV on The Weather Channel. It’s pretty ambient, they always have it, and there won’t be any highs and lows like a TV show. Should you wake up in the night, you can check it, and it will tell you 1. Where you are. (I’m in what!? BELGIUM?! ) 2. What time it is. And 3. What the weather is/ will be. Happy trails, Campers : ) Edit 1 ( or 2 … ) As far as I know, I invented this : I saved out a little hanger-clippie thing that some really elegant SOCKS came on, thinking it would be useful someday - and it did! Im not able to attach a picture for some reason, it’s like a skirt hanger, which has a clippie thing on each end. I hang it around the knob of the cabinet next to the stove. It’s GREAT to display a printed-out recipe, to-do list, or reminder. Its way cool for holding those recipes. Speaking of which, for recipe cards : Stick a dinner fork in a tall glass, and sort of “weave” the card between the tines. Also works to use one of those little tridents that come in floral arrangements to hold the gift card. Make your own sprouts - SO easy, and you don’t have to buy the kit. They are terribly nutritious, and really nice under a tuna salad. 1.You can usually get the seeds from the health food shop, but inexpensive to buy online, too. ( Johnny Select Seeds, among others. ) I grow two kinds, but there are lots and lots of different kinds. I make alfalfa sprouts for under the tuna, and mung bean sprouts for stir-fry. And it only takes about four days! ( Which, having the attention span of a mosquito, is handy for me. ) 2. Sterilize a mayonnaise jar, or some such. ( The lid is not important. ) Dump in some seeds, bearing in mind that what looks like a teaspoon of seeds will turn into a jar of sprouts fighting their way out in no time. ( Think “Jumanji” ) 3. Stretch a ruined stocking or cheesecloth ( or gauze ) over the top, and secure it with a rubber band. 4. Rinse thoroughly with warm ( not hot ) water, and drain it out through the stocking. 5. Set the whole caboodle in a reasonably warm place ( top of the ‘fridge, ) rinse and drain about once a day, and wait - But not very long, because those fresh sprouts are almost *mutant*! Fun to watch, too : ) Always find which way the fitted sheet goes : On most ( at least American-made sheets, ) the tag is always in the bottom left of the sheet. If you are hanging a plate wall alone - It’s a nightmare, I’m working on three, and put at least forty holes in the wall - Cut out the shapes of the plates on paper, and tape/pin them to the wall until you get your arrangement right. Then you can put the nail right through it, and pull away the paper. My BFF is responsible for this one : If you are camping/traveling to a self-catering/ somewhere you want to cook, and would like to make, say, chili : Take one of those little pill-a-day organizers, and fill the compartments with all the different spices you need. If you need to make a LOT — Well, you’re on your own, there :P To make illuminarias for Hallowe’en and Christmas, save up tall juice cans, like pineapple juice comes in. Fill with water, and freeze it. Then you can use a hammer and nail to punch out a design without it caving in. Drain out the water, and you’re in business. Put sand in it, and a candle. Freeze grapes to put in your drink - It’s cute, and won’t dilute it. I’ve actually done this - No one could see, but I still felt like a dork : If you lose the back of a pierced earring and you aren’t at home .. Find a way to slice a pencil eraser off, and use that. I have long hair, so thus far nobody is onto me :D Run a toothpick through your garlic buds when you’re making, say, spaghetti sauce, and it’s easy to fish them out later. In the morning, I must drink coffee IMMEDIATELY, and no time to cool it off. So I keep the spoon in the freezer. This is the last one, and so darned cute, I LOVE this one! Save up six small juice cans, like V-8 comes in. Take both ends out with a can opener. Make up your regular meatloaf recipe, stuff it into the can-tubes ( leaving a little head space because it will expand a little, ) stand them upright on a cookie sheet, and bake more or less as usual.( You will get a feel of how it will work depending on your oven. ) When they’re done, push out the little cylindrical meatloaves, and cool. Then slice them about a half-inch thick, top with a dollop of catsup or chili sauce, and a slice of dill pickle. They’re adorable, and a cute little food for a party. Okay, one more : Save SEVEN little juice cans, and use one to hold your tongs together in the drawer - You just slip it over the “tong” part. : ) Thanks for tuning in! Now I’ll just bustle off with my feather duster :P Im sorry, I screwed up the sheet hint : The tag is on the bottom right. I had to go check my sheets : ) Edit 3 or 4 … I did this last week, and it was the most practical thing *ever*. I inherited my Mum’s linens, and she was a collector of placemats. All kinds. Shaped like things! Beaded! Handwoven in Kenya! Yahooo! But with so many, they really take up a lot of room, one whole cabinet that I needed for something else. I went on Amazon and bought two skirt hangers, heavy gauge, the kind where you can hang five skirts, it’s vertical, and can hook onto another one. I hung up the placemats, and on the thinner ones I could use a clip twice. I hooked them together, and hung them in the pantry door. It’s easier to see what you want to get, rather than digging through a pile. And I got the cabinet back, too. Since it’s just about Spring ( I am down south right now, ) here are a few gardening ones, except the first one - And it’s just because I got to use this one the other night at a little dinner party : I got this from a really nice restaurant in Boston, but I made it a little better. Sometimes I serve something that deserves a lemon - a real one.( Fish and iced tea. ) But the lemon juice shoots all over, and the seeds get into the tea. The restaurant had wrapped a half-lemon in a piece of cheesecloth, which kept everything all nice and contained. I had a bunch of green nylon net from another project. It costs nearly nothing, and it’s 72 inches wide, so you don’t need very much. I made little squares of the net, and put the lemon half cut-side-down in the middle. I drew the edges up and tied it off with a twisty. If you wanted to be very VERY fancy for a little party you could tie it off with a ribbon. My sweetheart has a peculiar habit - He can crack an egg exactly in half, and then puts the two halves back into the carton. I know, it’s weird, but I love him, so I put up with it. But then I remembered that you can do this : Start a seed off in half an eggshell. Since they are pretty much perfect halves, I put in a tiny bit of potting soil, put in the seed ( these ones are peppers ) and put it all back in the egg carton to germinate. Then you just put the whole thing into the ground/planter, and the eggshell nourishes the plant as it deteriorates. I inhierited all my Dad’s garage stuff, and there were a thousand rusty nails in coffee cans that were still useful for some things, but you wouldn’t want to use them for anything very nice. But you can stick one into the ground next to the little plants, because plants enjoy the little jolt they get from the nail rusting next to it. They also like coffee grounds. I just sprinkle the morning’s coffee filter around them - It works great when it rains. Begonias REALLY love it, and it will make them extra-red. ( Don’t know how that works, but it’s probably a Ph thing. ) I keep a little section of garden just for spaghetti - Roma tomatoes, basil, garlic, oregano, and even spaghetti squash, the works. But if you plant garlic next to the tomatoes, they come out garlic-flavoured. Little seed-starter pots : Save up TP rolls, or paper towel ones, and you can cut them in half. Put it down on a flat thing, I use an old cookie sheet. Fill it with potting soil, and put the seed in. When it’s time to put it in the ground, you can put the whole thing in, and the paper around it disintegrates. I have two giant planters, very heavy when they are empty, but full of soil, I can’t move them around at all. So I fill up the bottom-space with crushed aluminum cans and packing peanuts, and there is still about a foot of soil on top. Take a big paint bucket and put sand in it. Drive the ( little ) gardening tools straight down in it, it keeps them sharp and clean. When I inherited all those rusty nails, I also got one of those things that let a mechanic slide under a car, because it has wheels, so I can move the big, heavy pots around by putting them in that thing : ) There are woods near the back of my house near where the garden is, and the deer come in and nibble at the plants. This is a little gross, but ... I have long hair, and get it cut right about now, a few inches. While I’m there, I ask them to put the hair they sweep up into a little bag, and I spread it around the edges of the garden - Critters don’t like it, and it works too if you know a pet-groomer. They also don’t like it if you plant garlic around the edges.
.Original question: What are 1000 random interesting facts about yourself? Previous answerers have strayed from the conditions of the question, that being facts “about yourself”, thereby eliminating themselves, though I must give honorable mention to those who went all the way to 1000. (Still eliminated.) I’m just narcissistic enough to attempt to answer this question. I am Deputy to the Chief Outlaw of the Bottom Writers™. I’ve been writing on Quora for 15 months. I have 662k answer views. I have 611 answers on Quora. I have 82 questions on Quora. Enough about Quora…more about me! I thought I was a human being. Gigi J Wolf,, however, brought it to my attention that I am, in fact, an iguana. At least, I think I am. I did not choose to become an iguana. I had iguananess thrust upon me. I’ve learned to live with it. (Thinking I am an iguana) ,Iguana King Udo's answer to When did you realize you were an iguana? Life as an iguana is not so bad, actually. I kinda like it. ‘Course, I like lots of things. I have friends who are raccoons. I am easily distracted. I type with two fingers. Oh I have 10 fingers alright (eight and two thumbs) but I type with two. I also have 10 toes, but they’re useless for typing. Maybe I shouldn’t say that ’cause I’ve never really tried to type with my toes. I just assumed they would be useless. I often assume too much. My 20th fact and already I’m bored. I can only imagine how ,you, must feel. Oh! There’s a mouse! I like mice. I once had a deer mouse steal half a Hershey bar from me up on a mountain. I like mountains. When I was 17 I got arrested for indecent exposure. I told the story in one of my answers…something to do with ‘Were you popular in high school’, or something. You can look it up. I can recite “The Raven” verbatim, from memory. That’s 18 stanzas, 1100 words. I like my Boss, Gigi. She’s a kindred spirit and fellow iguana. I’m scared of spiders. I never jumped out of an airplane, even though I signed up for the 82nd Airborne. Yeah, I was in the service, 1972- 1975. I was put in the ASA (Army Security Agency) Then they booted me out after 15 months ’cause I couldn’t get a Top Secret Security Clearance ’cause I was born in Germany. I was born in Germany. It took the Army 15 months to figure out I was born in Germany thus ineligible for a Top Secret Security Clearance, while all the while doing a job which required it. So I got shipped to Georgia and ran a gym. I got brown eyes. I had an alligator snap at me while I was low-crawling through a swamp in Louisiana during basic training. Oh, yeah, I did my basic training and AIT in Ft. Polk, Louisiana. I didn’t like Louisiana. I didn’t like the Army. I don’t have a favorite color. I lost 300+ pages of a manuscript I was writing years ago when they auctioned off my storage. My storage was auctioned off. See, now that’s 2 different facts, there, OK? I often feel the need to point out the obvious. I wear a size 7 1/2 shoe. I understand German. I can speak German. (See, there again, 2 diff…) I can read German fairly well, but have real trouble writing it. Did I say I was born in Germany? I came to the U.S. when I was just a little kid, is why I have no accent. (I just say that ’cause I know a lot of you are wondering why I have no accent.) I could have gotten 2 facts out of that! I mess up a lot and am too lazy to fix it. Did it again! Two…never mind. I like dogs. I got bit by a squirrel once. I have a picture of my Dad in his uniform. (He fought in WWll) I have a moustache. I didn’t always have a moustache. Duh. I’ve been on a roller coaster. I’m right-handed. But I got a left hand too. I use my left hand exclusively when blowing my nose. I put my pants on one leg at a time. I put my left leg in first. (See, I got 2 out of ,that, one!) I live in a mobile home. I own the mobile home I live in. This mobile home is so hot right now…I’m sweating. I know how to prune roses. I have felled trees. I fell asleep at the wheel once. I woke up behind the wheel bouncing off a guard rail at 60 MPH! I have a red shirt. I’ve had a beard and shaved it off. More than once. (Damn, coulda got 2 on ,that, one!) I like orange juice. I could slalom ski when I was 11 years old. I could run a slalom course at 33 mph, and touch both shoulders to the water. (One at a time at each turn, of course.) I never learned how to turn snow skiing, so I was just a downhill racer. Straight, fast, drop to my side to stop. I really enjoyed water skiing, but was scared shitless most of the time snow skiing- flying down the steep runs. Brussel sprouts make me gag. Oysters make me gag. Gagging makes me hurl sometimes. I loved the high dive. I could do a beauty 1 1/2 off the high dive. I once did a 1 1/2 off a 30 foot cliff. (I used to say it was a 40 foot cliff, but it was really only 30) I’m no big fan of swimming. Most of the swimming I’ve ever done in my life was from where I hit the water back to the diving board. I like rope swings too. (Where you end up in the water.) I jumped off a third story balcony once on a dare. I sprained both my ankles jumping off a third story balcony once. (See what I did there?) I swallowed a goldfish once on a dare. I chugged a half bottle of rum in one breath on a dare. I don’t do dares anymore… I’ve been to Moscow….(Idaho) I’ve gone to rock concerts at George, Washington. I went to Black Sabbath at the Portland Coliseum. I saw Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young in 1969. (My first concert) I saw them again, 30 years later, in 1999. (My last concert.) I like jam sandwiches. I like peanut butter sandwiches. I don’t like peanut butter and jam sandwiches. I put equal amounts of tossed green salad and mashed potatoes on my fork and eat them together. I’ve had my tonsils out. I caught my Dad drinking a beer with Santa Claus. I think anyone who has read these last 100 facts is nuttier than I am. I need to shorten these up some. I’m 5′ 4″ tall. I make up my own short jokes. I am single. I am divorced. I had a wife and I had a best friend. Now they have each other. I have been non-functional for a period of time. I have spent a few days in the psyche ward at Harborview. I have had my .38 revolver confiscated by the police. I got it back. They took it again…I got it back a second time. I’ve seen Bald Eagles up close. I like ice cream. I’m willing to pay the extra to get real German beer. I’ve been stuck in the mud. I sleep sometimes, but not a lot. I’m 63 years old. I’ll be 64 in October. (Wait, that’s not a fact, is it?) If I live til October, I’ll be 64. I may not live ’til October. I am in end stage COPD. I’m on oxygen 24/7. I smoked cigarettes for over 40 years. I quit smoking 4 years ago. I wish I had never started. (smoking) I can quote “Hamlet’s Soliloquy” verbatim. I pee standing up. I’ve peed in the woods. I’ve peed in the ocean. I’ve peed in places I shouldn’t have peed. I used to run. Not anymore. As the weeks go by, it gets harder to breathe. I use my nebulizer 3 or 4 times a day. I fill it with Ipatropium Bromide and Albuterol Sulfate solution. I take Theophylline every day. I take Amlodipine every day. I take Metformin every day. I take furosemide every day. I take Potassium CL every day. I take Incruse Ellipta every day. I take Advair every day. I don’t have as fun much as I used to have…every day. A bear shit in my campfire pit one time. I am guilty of involuntary bear-bopping. I drink milk. I once got drunk and ate a batch of chocolate covered smelt. I once threw up chocolate covered smelt. I no longer cover my smelt in chocolate. I smell smells. I hear sounds. I used to hold my breath underwater for one minute. Have come to the conclusion that being on oxygen sucks. Tried to go without for a while…sucked waaay more. I have written several poems. I was elected “Mr. Firefly” in high school. I was also ASB Vice-President, Kelso High. I headed the project to construct a giant “K” on Starlight Hill in Kelso in 1972. It’s still there. You can see it from I-5. (Those three only count as one) I have a pulse. I know CPR. I watched Mt. St. Helens erupt from the roof of my house. (It didn’t erupt from the roof of my house, that’s just where I watched it from.) I met Pres. Jimmy Carter when he came out here after the eruption to see what all the hub bub was about. (Well, met for like 3 seconds) I have a cell phone. I used to collect the eggs from my Dad’s chicken coup. A couple times he let me chop off a chicken’s head and watch it run around headless. It was fun, but then I had to pluck the damn thing before Mom would take over. I like a good Mai Tai. I’ve climbed to the top of Diamond Head. More than once. I have smoked pot. A lot of pot. A whole…what was I saying? First time I smoked pot I was 15 years old. I have smoked pot that came from Columbia, Mexico, Thailand, Jamaica, Afghanistan, U.S.A. and my own grow room. (Geez, I could have gotten a lot out of that one!) I’ve been busted for smoking pot. Best pot I ever smoked was Kentucky Bluegrass I got from an Army buddy back in Georgia, ‘74. Second best- the real Kush from Kush mountains in Afghanistan. [before the California green bud started the American market] Right close behind that would be the original Hawaiian Sinsemia. Oh so sweet and…hey…I got carried away! Should I be telling you all this? I’m a night owl. I love hiking through the woods at night with a flashlight, looking for ‘eyes’. One night my son and I spotted what we thought might be a deer, but when we got closer, we saw it had 3 eyes! Never saw the ‘thing’, just the 3 eyes….spooky. He and I once had Bigfoot throw rocks at us. (Hey, I know, you want facts. But this is very likely a ‘fact’) See: ,Iguana King Udo's answer to Do you believe that Sasquatch still exists?, Well, something threw rocks at me. I have volunteered for a staff position at Hempfest for the last 5 years running. Gonna do it again, one last time, if physically able. 8/17–19. Damn, 2 again! I used to climb trees. I’ve taken showers. I wear socks when I have to. I have eaten bananas. I know how to count. I can keep my answers short if I really apply myself. But I gotta really make an effort ’cause sometimes it just takes words and then more words to make myself understood. Understand? I’m really straining under the conditions of this question. I drink water. I can make bacon and eggs. I’m bigger than I was when I was little. Still, I cannot dunk a basketball. I played football. I play guitar. I can play “The Ballad of John and Yoko.” I have studied philosophy. I have studied psychology. I have studied history. I have studied comparative religions. I have studied physics. I have studied math. I have studied English. I had a dog named Yoda. I sang in a choir. I watch TV. After every 200 facts about myself that I type out I need a break. Oooooooh, I need a break. zzzzzzzzzz. I’ve worn a Stetson. I prefer coconut leaf headbands. I weave them myself. I have woven hundreds and hundreds of headbands and given them away. I’ve been to Hawai’i over 20 times. I was the self-appointed Beach Master of Waikiki. I would lay on the beach for a month at a time. I would build sandcastles and sand beach signs every day. I have broadcast NFL playoff games on the beach. Hawaiian style.(Changing the number on my beach signs after each score.) I have broadcast over 10 Super Bowls from Waikiki Beach. I know how to talk. I know how to ride a bike. I saw a wolverine in the wild. I use underarm deodorant. I am the unofficial World Record holder, having picked up 20,001 cigarette butts off the beach in 30 days. I have picked up an average of about 700 cigarette butts off Waikiki Beach every day for a month. I have picked up over 300,000 cigarette butts off Waikiki Beach. There are 1000’s of pictures of me and my beach signs on every continent in the world, except Antarctica. (Maybe Antarctica, too,…no I doubt it.) 218. I get free boat rides on the Kepoikai II. 219. I get free Mai Tai’s on the boat. 220. I swam with a shark. 221. I swam with a sea turtle. 222. I swam with a rubber ducky. 223. I have picked my nose. 224. I’ve seen the world famous ‘Wolphin’. (A cross between a killer whale and a dolphin.) 225. I have never dyed my hair. 226. I have had a bat in my hair. 227. I have batted at a hairy bat. 228. I have sneezed more than once. 229. I have hidden quartz crystals all around the base of Manoa Falls and watched the kids find them. (For years) 230. I was dared to surf the big waves at the Pipeline, North Shore. (Took one look and said, “You fuckin’ crazy!”) 231. I’ve been to the Polynesian Cultural Center many times. (It’s where I learned to weave headbands from coconut leaves.) Doh! 2! 232. I took Ukulele lessons. 233. I took Hula lessons with my son. 234. I decided to keep my day job. 235. I know and am known by most of the street performers on Kalakaua Ave. 236. I’m an inch taller than Nikita Khrushchev was. 237. I’m an inch shorter than Vladimir Lenin was. 238. I found a trumpet fish in the surf one day. 239. I had a trumpet fish on my beach display for most of a day. (Until I got complaints about the smell.) 240. I spread my Dad’s ashes on Waikiki Beach. 241. I spread my Mom’s ashes on Waikiki Beach. 242. I have smelt-dipped in the Cowlitz River. 243. I have stacked a 17 rock totem. 244. I can recite Nietzsche’s “Genius of the Heart” verbatim. 245. I I have picked strawberries for a living. [When I was just a kid.] 246. I have done some ‘cow-tipping’. 247. I went on a volcano tour on the Big Island. 248. I’ve seen Rainbow Falls. 249. I’ve seen Kilauea. 250. I have caved the Thurston Lava Tube. 251. I have hiked far enough into the tropical jungles to get lost. 252. I have been happier coming out of a tropical jungle than going in. 253. I have fallen asleep floating on an air mattress and wound up almost in the shipping lanes. 254. I was rescued by the K-II catamaran but not allowed on board. Got towed in as punishment. (another 2, grrr.) 255. I have been to more than 10 NFL Pro Bowls. 256. I have met dozens and dozens of All-Star NFL players. 257. I caught a pass thrown by Dave Krieg on the beach. 258. I retrieved a volleyball and handed it back to Thurman Thomas. 259. I like iced Frappuccino. 260. I had a praying mantis named Rabbi Bob. 261. I kept Rabbi Bob in a cage with a mirror which I labeled ‘The Wailing Wall.’ 262. I bought my 1st house in 1976. 263. I paid $38,000 for my 1st house. 264. I lost a shoe once. 265. I was on a liverwurst and pickle sandwich kick for a while. 266. I hated spinach as a kid, now I love it. 267. I walked from Manoa Falls to the Royal Kuhio, once. 268. I found a sea urchin in the surf at Waikiki Beach. 269. I had a sea urchin on my beach display. 270. A rogue wave took my sea urchin away while I was out getting a shave ice one time. 271. I used to sit behind my beach display and throw seashells into the surf so I could watch the tourists chase after them. 272. I made palm trees out of twigs and seaweed for my beach display. 273. I made faces out of shells. 274. Every “Last Day” before going home I would turn over my beach display to a new worthy ‘Beachmaster’. (The kid would have the biggest smile on the beach, every time.) 275. My main job was to ‘spread the Aloha’. And I took my job seriously. 276. I came in 2nd place at a Hawaiian food eating contest one time. 277. I go barefoot whenever I can. 278. I believe in ‘Grounding.’ 279. I fell asleep standing up once. 280. I woke up falling down once. 281. I woke up at 3:00 A.M., in the passenger seat of my truck once, crashing through small trees going down over a cliff…my wife asleep behind the wheel. 282. I ate half a watermelon once. 283. I used to roller skate. 284. I’ve played “Mensch Argere Dich Nicht.” 285. I would find the best shells for my beach display way down by the Hilton at my secret spot. 286. While down there I would feed the little fishies in the lagoon that contained ‘Gilligan’s Island.’ 287. I had to cancel a trip to the Big Island once, ’cause it was flooded. 288. Each time I went to Hanauma Bay, I would go to the pkg. lot at 1:00, wait for the Japanese tour bus, then when they came off the bus and tossed their meal containers in the trash, I would ferret some out. Most never ate the fish. I would gorge myself before returning to the bay. 289. I had more fun at the restricted area known as the ‘Toilet Bowl’ than at the Bay itself. 290. Rode all the way to Hanauma Bay from Waikiki on a moped once, only to have to turn around and go back. Bay closed due to jellyfish. 291. I’ve been to Sea Life Park on the North Shore more than once. 292. I have pulled my own teeth when I was a kid. Later on, I had an adult do it. 293. I prefer roll-on underarm deodorant to the spray kind. 294. I shave with a 4-blade razor. 295. I had more hair when I was younger. 296. And it was blonder. (Blonder?) Aw, you know what I mean. 297. I’m far-sighted and need reading glasses. 298. I buy reading glasses at the Dollar Store. 299. I’ve changed my pants. 300. I’m gonna need to cut my fingernails before I get to #1000. Thought I would start over counting after every 300 so it won’t seem like so much. I play games in my own mind, with my own mind. When asked to come up with a joke on my own, never having heard it before, I thought for a minute then said, “What does 3 day old Crack look like? Answer: No one knows.” When asked to use the word ‘pathos’ in a sentence, I wrote: ”Pathos oythers, Ma, them’s good!” I graduated from Kelso high in 1972. I got an A.A. degree 13 years later. I got married on Waikiki Beach. I was together with my wife for 20 years. I have a 38 year old son…wait…38? OMG! I was 38 years old. When I was 38 years old I owned my own business. Life was good. (at 38) [For a year.] I’ve seen a rainbow. I’ve seen a double rainbow. I know a rainbow does not have purple in it. Nope. I like rainbows anyway. I got up at 4:15 A.M. to start building my last beach sign of the year. It was 20 feet long. I put 10 plumeria leis on the sign. I put 10 of my best headbands on the sign. I left 30 ‘Homies’ on the sign, all for the next Beachmaster. I spent over 5 hours making the sign. It said, “New Beachmaster Wanted” and “I gotta go. Aloha and Mahalo”. I took video of the ritual of me turning over Beachmaster duties to this 13 year old kid from Australia. I got a sitting ovation and cheers from the Malahinis present for the ceremony. The K-II crew kept replenishing my Mai Tai’s to the point that I was sloppy drunk by the time I hit the airport. I had encounters with 4 separate security guards over 4 separate incidences at the airport before my flight. I have video of 3 of them. I was escorted onto the plane by an overly friendly female security guard. I haven’t been back since. I saw 2 mongooses (mongeese?) trapped in a bunker on top of Diamond Head. I crawled through the opening and dropped 4 feet to the floor to get better pictures of them. After my wife stopped screaming, I decided it probably wasn’t such a great idea. I scrambled out. Didn’t get a scratch from the mongooses but had some bruises from the inevitable domestic violence attack I suffered. I snuck into a restricted area along a razor-back ridge on Diamond Head and had my picture taken standing on a small cement platform, arms outstretched, hundreds of feet down on three sides, Waikiki in the background. I had a poster made from the picture. Probably should have wrote this good stuff earlier, by now there’s only two people still reading this. I know how to read. (See what I did there? Still got my fact in!) I have a knife. I like smelt ’cause you don’t have to clean them. I eat turkey on Thanksgiving. I eat horse at Christmas. In between, I eat whatever is available. I like lentils soup. I dislike pea soup. I gag when I eat pea soup. And you know what happens when I gag, if you’ve been paying attention. My mom had a sister that I called Tante. Yeah, Tante Trudy. I have a cousin named John. (Tante Trudy’s kid.) I considered John my best friend growing up together. Did I mention, I’m an only child? I’m not going back through to see if I mentioned that. I know how to dance. I have a black leather jacket. I’ve been bitten by a Hobo spider. I don’t wear most of the clothes I have in my closet. I’ve never realized how tiring it is to talk incessantly about myself. I do now….I have a scar. I got 3 stitches in my head from a bike wreck when I was 10. I got 5 stitches in my head from a car wreck when I was 16. I totaled by beautiful 1958 Triumph TR-3. I had a ’69 Mustang Mach 1. I build square campfire pits, just to be different. I got stranded on what turned out to be a small island during a flash flood. I got stuck climbing a rock wall. Had to back down as it starting raining. I almost died on that wall more than once. I camped under a mountain lion high up in a tree. Found out a mountain lion was high up in a tree when, after several hours, after dark, it leaped down and ran through our campsite. I learned I could scream like a schoolgirl. I learned 4-part schoolgirl screaming harmony with my fellow campers one night. I collect turds. ,Iguana King Udo's answer to What is something unusual that you collect as a hobby? I have watched “The Wizard of Oz” more than once. I like French cut green beans. I can make sound come out of my mouth. I used to customize my cell phone ringer. Now…not so much I use Germ X hand sanitizer. When I was in Junior high I wore ascots. And Beatle Boots. And tight stretchy jeans. I can do that, right? List different apparel separately? I have a belly button. I sometimes wear a belt below it. I write on paper with all capital letters. I have never been in a helicopter. My hat size is the same as my shoe size- 7 1/2. How ’bout that? I think too much. I thought I knew what I thought…now I’m not so sure. I have a large DVD collection. I never watch DVDs anymore. I have shoes I never wear anymore. I know if I throw them away, the next day I will have occasion to wear a pair…and they’ll be gone. I have a sneaky suspicion that I will be the only one reading this. Still, I refuse to proof read this for editing purposes. My veins are blue. My blood is red. Why is that? I cough sometimes. I am having second thoughts about this endeavor. But I am stubborn. I have been to St. Francis hospital twice this year. My dog had puppies once. I have been so hopelessly lost in the woods I ended up spending the night huddled under a tree in the rain. Next day I found out I was only about 100 feet from a trail that would take me out. I have been both happy and pissed at the same time. I have a sliding glass door that sticks sometimes. I never used to lock my doors at night, now I do. I had an hysterical girl burst through my door one night and run to my bathroom and wouldn’t come out. I have roses that are blooming right now. I need to take another break…My nose itches sometimes. zzzzzzzzzz. I usually don’t hear my alarm lock. I had a ’67 Camaro RS. I blew the transmission doing cookies at the beach at my graduation party. I drove from Long Beach to Kelso in a ’67 Camaro RS in first gear. I got a flat tire on a mountain road, then blew out my spare a couple miles later. I drove almost 10 miles on the rim and took pictures when I got back to civilization. I had a tire come off completely on a Subaru one time. I had a landscape trailer come unhitched going down a hill once. It passed by me and crossed an intersection. Good times. I have used Comet cleanser for over 50 years. I really miss plain flavored Doritos tortilla chips. I like marshmallows roasted over a campfire. I drink one cup of coffee a day. I used to drink a pot of coffee a day. I like toilet paper. I think it comes in handy. I think 5-Hour Energy drinks are better than Meth. I’ve had Morphine and was glad to have it. I have a football helmet autographed by Matt Hasselbeck, meh. I used to have a red ’69 Triumph GT 6+. Can’t remember what happened to it… I painted a roadrunner on my Dad’s ’58 VW. with house paint! I used to burn incense. I had a pamphlet of poetry called “Moments in the Life of” printed and copyrighted back in 1974. I had a kitten named ‘Socks” (For obvious reason) I performed surgery on an iguana for a local pet shop back in the ’80’s. Also nursed other lizards back to health. I invented the extraordinary drink I coined, The Mai Papaya Tai. I have a cordless mouse. I occasionally use “Mane ’N Tail” horse shampoo. I find it works better than the stuff meant for humans. I have used stale beer as a conditioner. I have more Tee-shirts than regular shirts. Most of my Tee-shirts were bought in Hawai’i. My favorite juice is grape juice. I like pineapples. Especially soaked in Mai Tai’s. Luddens Honey-Licorice cough drops are my favorite. I have ridden a horse. I have ridden a mule. I have been attacked by a beaver. (True story!) I have encountered many bears in the wilds. Only bopped one. (On the nose) I have caught trout. I have caught salmon. I have caught steelhead. I have caught sharks. (Dogfish) I have caught flounders. I have caught bass. I have caught many snags. I have caught cold. I have dug razor clams. I have dug giant gooey-duck clams. I have dug oysters. I have dug steamer clams. I have dug holes. I have found starfish. I have found crabs. I have found wallets. I found a gun. I found a robin’s nest. I found my Mom’s keys in her freezer. I found a ten dollar bill in the surf. I found an unexplored cave. (Now known as the Udo Tube.) I found a Sand Boa at Mt. St. Helens. I found scorpions at Mt. St. Helens. I found a silver dollar on a Reno street. I found many a lost hiker. I found a six pack of beer in a dumpster. I found a a pair of sunglasses once. I found a map showing the way to Bat cave while out in the lava flows….looking for Bat cave! I found a neck chain with a crystal on it that the guy I was digging crystals with had lost the year before! I found a baby deer hunkered down in the brush. I found another baby deer not 20 feet away. No Mama in sight. I found a camcorder at the bottom of a cave sinkhole. I found the skull of a cougar hanging in a tree. I found a nest of ground hornets…and wish I hadn’t. I found my hemp wristband in the surf after having lost it in the ocean the day before. I found a broken fin from a surfboard and stuck it in the sand by my beach sign. Looked just like a shark fin. I even found a foundry. (Or the remnants of one) deep in the woods at Snoqualmie Pass. Looking for more filler…I still have a record album collection I have the original Beatles ‘Butcher Cover” album. I have the original 1st Beatles album, “Please Please Me” on Parlophone , 1963. I have the “With the Beatles” album, ‘63. I have the “Beatles for Sale” album, ‘64. I have the “Help” album. I have the “A Hard Days Night” album I have the “Rubber Soul” album. I have the “Revolver” album. I have the ‘Magical Mystery Tour” album. I have the “Sgt. Pepper’s” album. I have the “Yellow Submarine” album. I have the “White Album”. I also have the “White Album” in white vinyl. I have the “Abby Road” album. I have the “Let It Be” album. I have the Beatles’ “Red Album”. I have the Beatles’ “Blue Album”. I have the “Beatles at Hollywood Bowl” album. I have the 3 “Anthology” albums. I have the “Let It Be…Naked” album. Now, let’s see…Paul McCartney albums…oh hell, I got a shitload of Paul McCartney albums. I got a bunch of John Lennon albums. (His 1st 3 were the best. John Lennon was my favorite Beatle. I got a couple George Harrison albums. I have 1 Ringo Starr album. OMG, I’m only halfway thru! You know, let’s just split this in half. This was the first half…like the “A” side. Now for the 2nd half, the “B” side. Just flash scroll through the next 500 to the end. (See I’m optimistic that I’ll make it to the end.) so…I’m optimistic. That little fish dangling from my headband is a water finder. I made them for headbands and programmed them to find water. Just align it directly ahead in front of you and follow it in a straight line. It is guaranteed to lead to water, no matter what direction you go. (You are, after all, on an island!) I taught many kids (and adults) how to weave coconut leaf headbands on Kalakaua Ave. I can say “Peggy Babcock” five times fast. (Can you?) I have spit in the ocean. I like bananas. I snorkeled in Hanauma Bay. I swam with a moray eel. I got sunburnt on a cloudy day. I saw whales spouting. I have used palm fronds to guide the boats in. I know how to play “Hands and Foot”. I’ve gone to church. I’ve gone to Temple. I’ve gone to an Ashram. I’ve been an agnostic atheist for as long as I can remember. I know how to peel an orange. I’ve traveled on a bus. I’ve traveled on a train. I’ve been trained to kill. And I’ve bussed tables. I have worked at “Skippers”. I used to have a hedgehog. I have thrown a grenade. I have been homeless. I have lived in my truck. I have lived in the woods. I have fired a belt-fed M-1 machine gun. I have planted trees. I have tended my own garden. I have raised praying mantis’ from the egg. I can take an M-16 completely apart and put it back together…blindfolded. I used to raise Pythons. (From the eggs.) I used to raise Boas. (From the pups) I used to raise a variety of snakes. I have helped build a fireplace, brick by brick. I used to have a Fiat Spyder. I used to have a Lincoln Continental with suicide doors. I drove a Lincoln Continental from Massachusetts to Georgia. I have raised iguanas. My favorite was a 4-footer named Gandalf. I had a Nile Monitor named Alice. I had a Burmese Python named Fluffy. I had a Reticulated Python named Monty. I have raised Tokay Geckos. I have raised Legless Lizards. I had a Legless Lizard named Legolas. I used to have a 1-ton truck with a hydraulic lift. I’ve had several chameleons over the years. Chameleons were my favorite lizards. I would take a chameleon on a stick out to the yard and let him pluck spiders right out of their webs. Did I mention I’m afraid of spiders? I had a roommate who had a tarantula. I had an opossum. It ate my roommate's tarantula. For a long time, my opossum was my favorite pet. I’ve been gassed. I’m a good pool shooter. I played pool in a league. I know how to hop on one foot. I used to raise rabbits to feed my snakes. I used to raise guinea pigs. Sometimes to feed my snakes. I used to raise chinchillas. (NO, not to feed my snakes!) I had a Degu named Frodo. I have been to Reno. I have been to Lake Tahoe. I have set up tent cities in Indiana I have been to New York city 3 times. I have raised skinks. I used to have a millipede named Sauron. I have had walking sticks. (Phasmatodea) I have carved walking sticks for various people. I know how to bowl. I know how to play foosball. I have picked beans. I can run a forklift. I operated an inductive welder for the Weyerhaeuser High Tech Center. I have worked in a warehouse. I have mowed lawns for a living. At one time the business I owned ran three landscaping crews. I worked in a grocery store as a checker. I was a Produce Manager. I worked in a Pres-to log plant. I chew my food. I don’t like sipping through a straw. I can stand on my head. I have had an earache. I was a pirate for Halloween once. I have sold portraits, door to door. I worked with the developmentally disabled for 5 years. I played clarinet in junior high. I had an Amway business. I played ‘kick the can’ when I was a kid. I move through the air when I walk. I have seen the moon through a telescope. I have seen Jupiter through a telescope. I have seen 4 moons of Jupiter through a telescope. I have seen Mars through a telescope. I have seen Venus through a telescope. I have seen a telescope get run over by a truck backing up. I like Whoppers. (the hamburger) I like Whoppers. (the candy) I tried playing the mandolin, without much success. I need to take another break. I like lemon-aid. zzzzzzzz. I try blowing my nose while squeezing it tight in order to pop my ears. I like broccoli when it’s cooked right. I have smiled in the past. I have had sex probably around 10,000 times. After never having seen an episode for 14 years I binged watched 14 years of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. I have never seen an entire episode of “Friends”. “St. John Green” is one of my favorite albums. I was spanked as a child. I have a C,S,N,&Y record collection. (And, no, I will not list them all, Tsk.) I have Led Zeppelin albums. I have Grand Funk albums. I have Jimi Hendrix albums. I have Janis Joplin albums. I have Doors albums. I have 4 Black Sabbath albums. (1st 4, the rest, meh.) I have an extensive Simon and Garfunkel album collection. I have an extensive Paul Simon album collection. I have 1 Art Garfunkel album. I have The Animals albums. I have Edgar Winters and White Trash albums. I have James Gang albums. I have Eva Cassidy albums. I think Eva Cassidy’s version of “Over the Rainbow” is one off the best. I love Eva’s blues songs. Such heartfelt vocals. I still mourn her loss. To die in her 30’s from cancer when she was just starting a promising career is so tragic. I’ve played marbles. I can open my mouth without even trying. (Yawn…) I have a reflection in a mirror. I have a left hand at the end of one of my arms. Did I mention that before? I can do pull-ups. I once threw out an anchor whose rope was not attached to the boat. I was once yelled at by my Dad. (For throwing out an anchor that was not attached to the boat.) I get excited when that little bell on the fishing pole rings. I don’t eat at Taco Bell. I have fasted…involuntarily. I have climbed mountains and slid down the other side. I have climbed up Rockhound Gulch in the snow in just under 4 hours. I have slid down Rockhound Gulch in the snow in just under 6 minutes. I have seen things no one else has ever seen. I can close my eyes. I have a brain that I have never seen. My fingernails are not really nails. I have eyelashes. I have eyebrows which I do not pluck. I have many Ivan Rebroff albums. Ivan Rebroff is my favorite vocalist. I believe he had the greatest vocal range of any singer, ever. From F1 to A5, that’s 4 1/2 octaves! I have Ozark Mountain Daredevils albums. I have Arlo Guthrie albums. I have Traffic albums. I have Yes albums. I have Nilsson albums. Harry Nilsson is one of my favorite singers. (What a voice!) I have The Bobs albums. I have Steppenwolf albums. I have gotten lost in Boston. Oh, I have Boston albums. I have Bob Dylan albums. I have Pete Seeger albums. I have The Who albums. I have The Guess Who albums. One of my favorite songs is “Friends of Mine” by The Guess Who. I have National Lampoon albums. I have Pink Floyd albums. I have The Rolling Stones albums. One of my favorite albums is “Also Sprach Zarathustra” by Eugene Ormandy and the Philadelphia Orchestra. I have B.B. King albums. I have Howling Wolf albums. I have Stevie Ray Vaughan albums. I have Silver Apples albums. I have Ted Hawkins albums. I have Leonard Cohen albums. One of my favorite songs is “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen. Although, Jeff Buckley’s version certainly rivals it. I have Jeff Buckley albums. I have Joni Mitchell albums. I have Linda Ronstadt albums. I have Billie Holiday albums. I have Etta James albums. I have Black Fooss albums I have Fever Tree albums. I have Sonny and Cher albums. (Yes, I have Sonny and Cher albums…Got a problem with that?) I have The Monkees albums. I have Ted Nugent and the Amboy Dukes albums. I have 1 Olivia Newton John album. I have Beach Boys albums. I have Little Feat albums. I have many, many Grateful Dead albums. I have Stephen Stills albums. I have Neil Young albums. I have Joe Walsh albums. I have The Eagles albums. I have Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention albums. I have Lynyrd Skynyrd albums. I have Doobie Brothers albums. I have Allman Brothers albums. I have the Zombies albums. I have Zager and Evans albums. I have Ten Years After albums. I have Pacific, Gas and Electric albums. I have Emerson, Lake and Palmer albums. I have Frijid Pink albums. I have Iron Butterfly albums. I have It’s A Beautiful Day albums. I can float. I have Queen albums. I have Randy Newman albums. I have Rick Wakeman albums. I have Cazimero Brothers albums. I have The Band albums. I have Jerry Garcia albums. I have The Turtles albums. I have Lydia Lunch albums. I have Uriah Heep albums. I have The Youngbloods albums. I have The Rascals albums. I can touch my ear with my index finger. I have Bob Marley albums. I have 1 Badfinger album. I have Chicago albums. I have Dion albums. I have Country Joe and the Fish albums. I have The Cowsills albums. I have Cream albums. I have Eric Clapton albums. I have Electric Light Orchestra albums. I have many Cat Stevens albums. I have Elton John albums. I have Peter, Paul and Mary albums. I have Smothers Brothers albums. I have David Bowie albums. I have David Essex albums. I have The Electric Flag albums. I can burp. I have 1 John Denver album. I have 1 Genesis album. I have 1 10,000 Maniacs album. I have 1 Kansas album. I have 1 Rush album. I have 1 Montrose album. I have 1 Metallica album. I have 1 Thunderclap Newman album. I have 1 Michael Jackson album. (Yeah, Thriller) I have 1 Hayseed Dixies album. I have 1 Tiger album. I have 1 AC/DC album. I have 2 knees….and they both bend. I can close one eye at a time. Or both at once. I can blink. You see, that’s different. No? Oh, I have cleaned my ears. I used to put together models of dinosaurs. I like doing crossword puzzles. I like putting together jig saw puzzles. I have dusted the furniture before. I waxed and buffed floors in the Army. I can bluff when playing poker. I often win at Blackjack. I have won money on a slot machine. I have been escorted out of a pizza parlor. I have painted a house. I have mixed cement. I have mixed paint and painted cement. (Damn, there was 2 again!) I sit on the toilet when I think I have to. I do not believe in ,your, God. I am extremely doubtful that anyone has read all the prior facts about myself, yet continue on. (Did I mention I was stubborn?) I can write words. I am alive. And just hope I can say the same a year from now. I have had a pimple. I have had a zit. I have had a rash. I swam across the Cowlitz river. I have soaked in the Goldmeyer Hot Springs. I can whistle. I can whistle “Winchester Cathedral.” I can play a kazoo. I can play “Deal” by Jerry Garcia on the guitar. I like coleslaw. I have a specimen of coal in my rock/mineral collection. I turn bananas upside down to peel them. I can make soft boiled eggs. I can make hard boiled eggs. Sometimes, when I make soft boiled eggs, I wind up making hard boiled eggs. Go figure. I like scrambled eggs. I like scrambled egg sandwiches. I like scrambled egg sandwiches with mayonnaise. (Does that count?) No? I drink tea. I have jumped into a quarry. I got bit by a goose. I have had a black eye. In first grade I sang “Oh Tannenbaum” in German in front of the whole school. I was a rock star. I have peed my pants without even intending to. I have rappelled over 100 feet. I gave money to a beggar. I have begged for money. I have been bit by a dog. I have been bit by a cat. I have never been bit by a snake. I know some Roman numerals. I have been to the Kehlsteinhaus, (Hitler’s ‘Eagles Nest’) in Berchtesgaden. I have seen the ‘Spear of Destiny’ in the Hofburg museum in Vienna. I have seen the Eiffel Tower. I have strolled the ‘Champs Elysees’. I have seen the castles along the Rhine river. I have walked the spiral stairs to the top of Cologne’s Kolner Dom. I was an honorary member of the Rhein Armee. I got drunk in a bar in Dusseldorf. I have passed through Berlin. I have seen Mozart’s tomb. (More than one of them.) I have gotten drunk in the biggest beer hall in the world. (In Munich) I have worn Lederhosen. I have a picture of me standing in front of the biggest free swinging bell on earth. I rode a donkey to the top of the Drachenfels. I have smoked a real Cuban cigar on a train. I went to a carnival in Vienna. I have had my head shaved. I used to be 18 years old. My whole life ahead of me. I have been to a zoo in Germany. I have been to a zoo in Portland, Oregon. I have been to a zoo in Honolulu, Hawai’i. I have been to a zoo in Tacoma, Washington. I much prefer Northwest Trek Wildlife Park, where the people are in cages and the animals run free. I have chewed gum in my life. I saw two porcupines up in a tree once. I came face to face with a porcupine in a tight crawlway in a cave once. I crawled backward and did a somersault coming out. (Got video.) I have seen a Nene goose in the wild. I have both an upper lip AND a lower lip. (I know, huh?) I can bounce a basketball. I played ‘army’ when I was a kid, then later on, for real…not much fun. I recovered my own fumble in a junior high football game. I have gone deep into the woods for days on end, by myself. I have never tasted a simple cheeseburger as good as one after coming out of the woods for days on end. I have laughed in my life. I have seen ‘treeples’. I have squished a cockroach. When playing baseball I catch with my left hand, but I throw with my right. (I think it has something to do with the mitt.) I got laid at my high school graduation party. I like popcorn. When I have an itch, I scratch it if I can. I have scratched another person’s itch before. I had a truck catch on fire before. I had a girlfriend once who took off her pants so that she could fill them with concretions to get them back to camp. (True story) I can recite “Behold the Hippopotamus” by Ogden Nash, verbatim. I was in a few plays in high school. Even played the lead in one. As ‘Malvin Larkfield’ in “Caught in the Villain’s Web.” Yeah. I have fallen off a riding lawnmower. I have fallen off a roof with a backpack blower on my back. I have fallen on my butt trying to learn how to ice skate. I have fallen off a tree. I have fallen into trees, from off a cliff. (Yeah, Rambo style) I have fallen into sleep without even trying. I have fallen for more than one girl. (Again, without even trying) I have explored over 70 caves (lava tubes) on Mt. St. Helens. I will not list them all here. I have explored Ape Cave. I have explored Ole’s Cave. I have explored Lake Cave. I have explored Little Red River Cave. I have explored Gremlin Cave. I have explored Little People’s Cave. I have explored Flow Cave. I have explored Spider Cave. I have explored Bat Cave. I have explored Beaver Cave. I have explored Prince Albert Cave. I have explored Dollar and a Dime Cave. I have explored Hunter’s Cave. I have explored Trail Cave. I have explored The Pillars of Hercules Cave. I have explored Indecision Cave. I have explores Thermal Cave. I have explored the Power Line Caves. I have explored Surprise Cave. I have explored Railroad cave. I have explored Helium Cave. I have explored Salal Cave. I have explored Christmas canyon Cave. I have explored Twenty-Four Cave. I have explored Breakdown Cave. I have explored Moss Cave. I have explored Arch cave. I have explored Lava Spring Cave. I have explored Wram Spring Cave. I have explored Perseverance Cave. I have explored Blue Ribbon Cave. OK, 30 is enough filler. I know how to work a clutch. Knowing how to work a clutch, I can drive a car with a manual transmission. That’s right. A manual transmission! I know how to wrap a present. I like Gouda cheese. I can make up names for stuff. I have an IQ. I have a Wishbone Ash album. I have battled a relative over a wishbone and won. I have battled a relative over a wishbone and lost. My mind wanders. For example: The two sentences on wishbones have the same words except for the last word. Now the first sentence has a 3 letter last word, and the second sentence has a 4 letter last word. And yet, the first sentence takes up more space than the second, which has more letters. My mind wandered and marveled over this seeming paradox until finally admitting that I need to take a break and simply acknowledge the power of the “w”. I know when something is sour. I have seen the Statue of Liberty. I like having my back massaged. I have been lost in an underground maze for more than 10 hours. I have run an obstacle course….more than once. I have left Reno with more money than I came to Reno with. (And that’s saying something!) I have been to Lake Tahoe and passed off my hangover as altitude sickness. I have cut my foot on coral. I thought I was finally dying once but turned out my oxygen hose was just crimped. Tsk. I have stayed up past my bedtime. When asked, “What are you against?” I reply, “Whadda ya got?” I know how to turn the water main off outside my house. I know where my fuse box is. This is my 900th fact. (Yes, I know you think it’s only my 400th, but it is really my 900th…do the math.) I cry sometimes. I can make a ring out of a dollar bill. Through the power of origami. I don’t get paid for writing on Quora. Not even for 1000 facts! I’ve been told, “Boy, You got some balls!” But I really only have 2. I am a male. But I check the box marked “sex” with ‘OK’. I quit eating white bread. Wheat and multi-grain only now. Sometimes I look at my phone even when it’s not ringing. I have broken into more than one vug. I have spent hours cleaning out a vug, collecting hundreds of crystals and dozens of plates. I have found some of my best crystal specimens just laying on the surface. I have crawled through a tunnel over 40 feet long, dug by my crystal hunting buddy. I have found a pocket of Singers (Diamantine crystals) in that tunnel. I have broken hard rock and extracted many an Amethyst Scepter. I have over 1000 double-terminated crystals in my collection. I have dozens of ‘free-floater’ clusters of crystals in my collection. I have dozens and dozens of crystal plates in my collection. I have climbed to the top of Katie Belle Ridge. I have sat on top of Katie Belle Ridge and thrown the smaller crystal scepters over the edge, yelling, “Decadence!” I have raided the claims at Pedro Pipe. I have raided the claims at Spruce Ridge. I have raided the claims at the Garden Slug. I have received a phone call from a detective telling me to quit raiding claims. (true story) I have given away 1000’s of crystals. I have a jar filled with nothing but crystals found in parking areas. I gave a clear crystal to a girl who had breast cancer. She wore it around her neck and within a week it turned dark. I have ‘planted’ crystals in holes and directed kids to the ‘hot spots’ and watched the kids find them. Their excitement was heartwarming. I lost over 300,000 crystals when my storage was actioned off. I have crystals with air bubbles inside them that move as you turn them. I have crystals with various inclusions, from pyrite to what may very well be gold. On my way down a steep section from the ‘purple pit’ one night, carrying a 3/4 full 5-gal. bucket of crystals, I slipped, took a tumble, and sent hundreds of crystals flying. I picked up some, but just left the vast majority of them spread all over the slope. Meh. I have traded crystals for pot at Hempfest. I have left a trail of crystals over 100 feet long leading to the edge of cliff. I have spelled my name in crystals at the entrance to a good hole. (Needless to say, they were gone the next day.) I have hung crystals from trees to mark a trail. I have placed nice crystal specimens behind people busy digging and then while passing them on my way up, getting their attention and pointing out, “Hey, you missed one!” I have crawled out of a crystal digging hole and within less than one minute witness it completely collapse. I had a tree fall over my crystal digging hole and bury some of my choice specimens under tons of rock and boulders. While raiding a claim one time, I had to dive for cover when a blast from above sent a wave of debris flying down slope. I have many crystal ‘dumbells’- with scepter heads on each end. Tired of hearing about crystals? I could go back to my album collection, you know! I have had a nosebleed. I collect these fanciful shaped rocks called concretions. I’ve glued these ‘crazy eyes’ on some making them look like creatures. Over the years I have piled up my rejected concretions at one spot in the woods. I have kept count of those rejects, and to date there are 50,500 of them! I find most of my concretions either in the water or along the gravel banks. I have found that the better concretions have to be dug from out the clay banks along the river. I have had a crawdad latch onto my toe while I was hunting concretions. I have 10’s of 1000’s of concretions. I have created borders along walkways with my concretions. I have created mosaics with my concretions. I have drilled through select concretions and made workable pipes from them. I listen to the radio, but only when it’s on. I firmly believe that everybody has a right to my opinion. I have read most all of Nietzsche’s published works. I have read the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, more than once. I have the hard copy of “Yale Shakespeare- The complete works”, but have read pitifully few of it’s 1,517 small print pages. Jack Herer’s “The Emperor Wears No Clothes” is still one of my favorite books. I have been stung by a bee. I survived…the bee didn’t. I have sprayed a hornet’s nest. I lost my red ball when I was 5. I have squeezed through a 14″X14″X14″ inch triangular orifice and free fall rappelled 85 feet to the bottom of Hellhole Cave. I have rappelled into and made it to the end of Danger Cave on Mt. Snoqualmie. I have dropped onto and slid down a 20 foot stalactite in Cascade Cave. I have never made it to the end of Newton Cave, despite rappelling more than one drop. I have had more than one toothache. My last name now is not the one I was born with. I have read Julian Jaynes’ “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind.” I have my own private copies of “Dave Barry’s Guide To Life” and “Dave Barry Turns 40”. Yeah, I know I could have gotten two out of that. But I like to splurge. I’m getting confident that I can finish this ordeal, barring a computer glitch. I have had computer glitches. I suddenly feel an anxiety attack coming on…something to do with computer glitches. I have elbows. I can focus on unfocussed objects. I can make a square out of two triangles. I can make a Mobius strip. I have food that I will never eat. I have drooled on my pillow before. I have seen ‘the wolves’ rise up on Snoqualmie Falls. I have gone ‘skinny-dipping’. I can lay down on a floor when I’m not standing up. I have used a metal detector. I have gotten an 8-ball break more than once. I have been exempted from jury duty. I have been arrested more than once. I have had my house raided by over a dozen cops and FBI agents over a bank robbery that I knew Nothing about. I am a good ‘Spades’ player. I have thrown a dart. (More than once!) I worked at a bar for a while. I traded an SKS for a shotgun. I broke a lamp one time. I spent over an hour blowing down leaves one day, the wind picked up and blew enough leaves off the trees to cover everything I had done. One of my boa constrictors escaped one summer and after two months, I found him up in the gutter of my garage. I can’t think of any more facts, I’m just gonna quit….Ha! Just joking. I like to joke. I slipped and fell one time before reaching a banana peel that I was going to pick up. How ironic. I have the same face that I had when I was two years old, only, somehow…it looks different! I can stick out my tongue, but only when I want to. I cannot lick my elbow. I know, ’cause I’ve tried. I know I can lick someone else’s elbow even though I’ve never tried. I have had more than one haircut. I have a box full of red clown noses. I have water skied on New Year’s Day in freezing temperatures. I have kissed a pig. OMG, OMG, OMG…for all of you (And that’s probably ,all of you,) who have flash scrolled to the end of this thinking I’ve only written 500 facts- Wrong! I had a problem with the automatic numbering function on my laptop and had to resort to improvisation. Just do the math. And those of you who are sticklers and point out these have to be ,interesting, facts- phooey! It’s a judgment call. They are interesting to me. So fact #1000- I got way, I mean waaaaay too much time on my hands! Thought I should add one more just in case there is a dispute over a previous one. Doesn’t hurt to be redundant. 1001- I believe in redundancy. MIC DROP…..WALK AWAY…………….
Enjoy... A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush: Having something that is certain is much better than taking a risk for more, because chances are you might lose everything. A Blessing In Disguise: Something good that isn't recognized at first. A Chip On Your Shoulder: Being upset for something that happened in the past. A Dime A Dozen: Anything that is common and easy to get. A Doubting Thomas: A skeptic who needs physical or personal evidence in order to believe something. A Drop in the Bucket: A very small part of something big or whole. A Fool And His Money Are Easily Parted: It's easy for a foolish person to lose his/her money. A House Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand: Everyone involved must unify and function together or it will not work out. A Leopard Can't Change His Spots: You cannot change who you are. A Penny Saved Is A Penny Earned: By not spending money, you are saving money (little by little). A Picture Paints a Thousand Words: A visual presentation is far more descriptive than words. A Piece of Cake: A task that can be accomplished very easily. A Slap on the Wrist: A very mild punishment. A Taste Of Your Own Medicine: When you are mistreated the same way you mistreat others. A Toss-Up: A result that is still unclear and can go either way. Actions Speak Louder Than Words: It's better to actually do something than just talk about it. Add Fuel To The Fire: Whenever something is done to make a bad situation even worse than it is. Against The Clock: Rushed and short on time. All Bark And No Bite: When someone is threatening and/or aggressive but not willing to engage in a fight. All Greek to me: Meaningless and incomprehensible like someone who cannot read, speak, or understand any of the Greek language would be. All In The Same Boat: When everyone is facing the same challenges. An Arm And A Leg: Very expensive. A large amount of money. An Axe To Grind: To have a dispute with someone. Apple of My Eye: Someone who is cherished above all others. As High As A Kite: Anything that is high up in the sky. At The Drop Of A Hat: Willing to do something immediately. B Back Seat Driver: People who criticize from the sidelines, much like someone giving unwanted advice from the back seat of a vehicle to the driver. Back To Square One: Having to start all over again. Back To The Drawing Board: When an attempt fails and it's time to start all over. Baker's Dozen: Thirteen. Barking Up The Wrong Tree: A mistake made in something you are trying to achieve. Beat A Dead Horse: To force an issue that has already ended. Beating Around The Bush: Avoiding the main topic. Not speaking directly about the issue. Bend Over Backwards: Do whatever it takes to help. Willing to do anything. Between A Rock And A Hard Place: Stuck between two very bad options. Bite Off More Than You Can Chew: To take on a task that is way to big. Bite Your Tongue: To avoid talking. Blood Is Thicker Than Water: The family bond is closer than anything else. Blue Moon: A rare event or occurance. Break A Leg: A superstitious way to say 'good luck' without saying 'good luck', but rather the opposite. Buy A Lemon: To purchase a vehicle that constantly gives problems or stops running after you drive it away. C Can't Cut The Mustard : Someone who isn't adequate enough to compete or participate. Cast Iron Stomach: Someone who has no problems, complications or ill effects with eating anything or drinking anything. Charley Horse: Stiffness in the leg / A leg cramp. Chew someone out: Verbally scold someone. Chip on his Shoulder: Angry today about something that occured in the past. Chow Down: To eat. Close but no Cigar: To be very near and almost accomplish a goal, but fall short. Cock and Bull Story: An unbelievable tale. Come Hell Or High Water: Any difficult situation or obstacle. Crack Someone Up: To make someone laugh. Cross Your Fingers: To hope that something happens the way you want it to. Cry Over Spilt Milk: When you complain about a loss from the past. Cry Wolf: Intentionally raise a false alarm. Cup Of Joe: A cup of coffee. Curiosity Killed The Cat: Being Inquisitive can lead you into a dangerous situation. Cut to the Chase: Leave out all the unnecessary details and just get to the point. D Dark Horse: One who was previously unknown and is now prominent. Dead Ringer: 100% identical. A duplicate. Devil's Advocate: Someone who takes a position for the sake of argument without believing in that particular side of the arguement. It can also mean one who presents a counter argument for a position they do believe in, to another debater. Dog Days of Summer: The hottest days of the summer season. Don't count your chickens before they hatch: Don't rely on it until your sure of it. Don't Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth: When someone gives you a gift, don't be ungrateful. Don't Put All Your Eggs In One Basket: Do not put all your resources in one possibility. Doozy: Something outstanding. Down To The Wire: Something that ends at the last minute or last few seconds. Drastic Times Call For Drastic Measures: When you are extremely desperate you need to take extremely desperate actions. Drink like a fish: To drink very heavily. Drive someone up the wall: To irritate and/or annoy very much. Dropping Like Flies: A large number of people either falling ill or dying. Dry Run: Rehearsal. E Eighty Six: A certain item is no longer available. Or this idiom can also mean, to throw away. Elvis has left the building: The show has come to an end. It's all over. Ethnic Cleansing: Killing of a certain ethnic or religious group on a massive scale. Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining: Be optomistic, even difficult times will lead to better days. Everything But The Kitchen Sink: Almost everything and anything has been included. Excuse my French: Please forgive me for cussing. Cock and Bull Story: An unbelievable tale. Cock and Bull Story: An unbelievable tale. F Feeding Frenzy: An aggressive attack on someone by a group. Field Day: An enjoyable day or circumstance. Finding Your Feet: To become more comfortable in whatever you are doing. Finger lickin' good: A very tasty food or meal. Fixed In Your Ways: Not willing or wanting to change from your normal way of doing something. Flash In The Pan: Something that shows potential or looks promising in the beginning but fails to deliver anything in the end. Flea Market: A swap meet. A place where people gather to buy and sell inexpensive goods. Flesh and Blood: This idiom can mean living material of which people are made of, or it can refer to someone's family. Flip The Bird: To raise your middle finger at someone. Foam at the Mouth: To be enraged and show it. Fools' Gold: Iron pyrites, a worthless rock that resembles real gold. French Kiss: An open mouth kiss where tongues touch. From Rags To Riches: To go from being very poor to being very wealthy. Fuddy-duddy: An old-fashioned and foolish type of person. Full Monty: This idiom can mean either, "the whole thing" or "completely nude". Funny Farm: A mental institutional facility. G Get Down to Brass Tacks: To become serious about something. Get Over It: To move beyond something that is bothering you. Get Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed: Someone who is having a horrible day. Get Your Walking Papers: Get fired from a job. Give Him The Slip: To get away from. To escape. Go Down Like A Lead Balloon: To be received badly by an audience. Go For Broke: To gamble everything you have. Go Out On A Limb: Put yourself in a tough position in order to support someone/something. Go The Extra Mile: Going above and beyond whatever is required for the task at hand. Good Samaritan: Someone who helps others when they are in need, with no discussion for compensation, and no thought of a reward. Graveyard Shift: Working hours from about 12:00 am to 8:00 am. The time of the day when most other people are sleeping. Great Minds Think Alike: Intelligent people think like each other. Green Room: The waiting room, especially for those who are about to go on a tv or radio show. Gut Feeling: A personal intuition you get, especially when feel something may not be right. H Haste Makes Waste: Quickly doing things results in a poor ending. Hat Trick: When one player scores three goals in the same hockey game. This idiom can also mean three scores in any other sport, such as 3 homeruns, 3 touchdowns, 3 soccer goals, etc. Have an Axe to Grind: To have a dispute with someone. He Lost His Head: Angry and overcome by emotions. Head Over Heels: Very excited and/or joyful, especially when in love. Hell in a Handbasket: Deteriorating and headed for complete disaster. High Five: Slapping palms above each others heads as celebration gesture. High on the Hog: Living in Luxury. Hit The Books: To study, especially for a test or exam. Hit The Hay: Go to bed or go to sleep. Hit The Nail on the Head: Do something exactly right or say something exactly right. Hit The Sack: Go to bed or go to sleep. Hocus Pocus: In general, a term used in magic or trickery. Hold Your Horses: Be patient. I Icing On The Cake: When you already have it good and get something on top of what you already have. Idle Hands Are The Devil's Tools: You are more likely to get in trouble if you have nothing to do. If It's Not One Thing, It's Another: When one thing goes wrong, then another, and another... In Like Flynn: To be easily successful, especially when sexual or romantic. In The Bag: To have something secured. In The Buff: Nude. In The Heat Of The Moment: Overwhelmed by what is happening in the moment. In Your Face: An aggressive and bold confrontation. It Takes Two To Tango: A two person conflict where both people are at fault. It's A Small World: You frequently see the same people in different places. Its Anyone's Call: A competition where the outcome is difficult to judge or predict. Ivy League: Since 1954 the Ivy League has been the following universities: Columbia, Brown, Cornell, Dartmouth, Yale, Pennsylvania, Princeton, and Harvard. J Jaywalk: Crossing the street (from the middle) without using the crosswalk. Joshing Me: Tricking me. K Keep An Eye On Him: You should carefully watch him. Keep body and soul together: To earn a sufficient amount of money in order to keep yourself alive . Keep your chin up: To remain joyful in a tough situation. Kick The Bucket: Die. Kitty-corner: Diagonally across. Sometimes called Catty-Corner as well. Knee Jerk Reaction: A quick and automatic response. Knock On Wood: Knuckle tapping on wood in order to avoid some bad luck. Know the Ropes: To understand the details. L Last but not least: An introduction phrase to let the audience know that the last person mentioned is no less important than those introduced before him/her. Lend Me Your Ear: To politely ask for someone's full attention. Let Bygones Be Bygones: To forget about a disagreement or arguement. Let Sleeping Dogs Lie: To avoid restarting a conflict. Let The Cat Out Of The Bag: To share a secret that wasn't suppose to be shared. Level playing field: A fair competition where no side has an advantage. Like a chicken with its head cut off: To act in a frenzied manner. liquor someone up: To get someone drunk. Long in the Tooth: Old people (or horses). Loose Cannon: Someone who is unpredictable and can cause damage if not kept in check. M Make No Bones About: To state a fact so there are no doubts or objections. Method To My Madness: Strange or crazy actions that appear meaningless but in the end are done for a good reason. Mumbo Jumbo: Nonsense or meaningless speech. Mum's the word: To keep quiet. To say nothing. N Nest Egg: Savings set aside for future use. Never Bite The Hand That Feeds You: Don't hurt anyone that helps you. New kid on the block: Someone new to the group or area. New York Minute: A minute that seems to go by quickly, especially in a fast paced environment. No Dice: To not agree. To not accept a proposition. No Room to Swing a Cat: An unsually small or confined space. Not Playing With a Full Deck: Someone who lacks intelligence. O Off On The Wrong Foot: Getting a bad start on a relationship or task. Off The Hook: No longer have to deal with a tough situation. Off the Record: Something said in confidence that the one speaking doesn't want attributed to him/her. On Pins And Needles: Anxious or nervous, especially in anticipation of something. On The Fence: Undecided. On The Same Page: When multiple people all agree on the same thing. Out Of The Blue: Something that suddenly and unexpectedly occurs. Out On A Limb: When someone puts themself in a risky situation. Out On The Town: To enjoy yourself by going out. Over My Dead Body: When you absolutely will not allow something to happen. Over the Top: Very excessive. P Pass The Buck: Avoid responsibility by giving it to someone else. Pedal to the metal: To go full speed, especially while driving a vehicle. Peeping Tom: Someone who observes people in the nude or sexually active people, mainly for his own gratification. Pick up your ears: To listen very carefully. Pig In A Poke: A deal that is made without first examining it. Pig Out : To eat alot and eat it quickly. Pipe Down: To shut-up or be quiet. Practice Makes Perfect: By constantly practicing, you will become better. Pull the plug: To stop something. To bring something to an end. Pulling Your Leg: Tricking someone as a joke. Put a sock in it: To tell noisy person or a group to be quiet. Q Queer the pitch: Destroy or ruin a plan. R Raincheck: An offer or deal that is declined right now but willing to accept later. Raining Cats and Dogs: A very loud and noisy rain storm. Ring Fencing: Seperated usual judgement to guarantee protection, especially project funds. Rise and Shine: Time to get out of bed and get ready for work/school. Rome Was Not Built In One Day: If you want something to be completely properly, then its going to take time. Rule Of Thumb: A rough estimate. Run out of steam: To be completely out of energy. S Saved By The Bell: Saved at the last possible moment. Scapegoat: Someone else who takes the blame. Scot-free: To escape and not have to pay. Sick As A Dog: To be very sick (with the flu or a cold). Sitting Shotgun: Riding in the front passenger seat of a car. Sixth Sense: A paranormal sense that allows you to communicate with the dead. Skid Row: The rundown area of a city where the homeless and drug users live. Smell A Rat: To detect somone in the group is betraying the others. Smell Something Fishy: Detecting that something isn't right and there might be a reason for it. Son of a Gun: A scamp. Southpaw: Someone who is left-handed. Spitting Image: The exact likeness or kind. Start From Scratch: To do it all over again from the beginning. T The Ball Is In Your Court: It is your decision this time. The Best Of Both Worlds: There are two choices and you have them both. The Bigger They Are The Harder They Fall: While the bigger and stronger opponent might be alot more difficult to beat, when you do they suffer a much bigger loss. The Last Straw: When one small burden after another creates an unbearable situation, the last straw is the last small burden that one can take. The Whole Nine Yards: Everything. All of it. Third times a charm: After no success the first two times, the third try is a lucky one. Tie the knot: To get married. Til the cows come home: A long time. To Make A Long Story Short: Something someone would say during a long and boring story in order to keep his/her audience from losing attention. Usually the story isn't shortened. To Steal Someone's Thunder: To take the credit for something someone else did. Tongue-in-cheek: humor, not to be taken serious. Turn A Blind Eye: Refuse to acknowledge something you know is real or legit. Twenty three skidoo: To be turned away. U Under the weather: Feeling ill or sick. Up a blind alley: Going down a course of action that leads to a bad outcome. Use Your Loaf: Use your head. Think smart. V Van Gogh's ear for music: Tone deaf. Variety Is The Spice Of Life: The more experiences you try the more exciting life can be. W Wag the Dog: A diversion away from something of greater importance. Water Under The Bridge: Anything from the past that isn't significant or important anymore. Wear Your Heart On Your Sleeve: To openly and freely express your emotions. When It Rains, It Pours: Since it rarely rains, when it does it will be a huge storm. When Pigs Fly : Something that will never ever happen. Wild and Woolly: Uncultured and without laws. Wine and Dine: When somebody is treated to an expensive meal. Without A Doubt: For certain. X X marks the spot: A phrase that is said when someone finds something he/she has been looking for. Y You Are What You Eat: In order to stay healthy you must eat healthy foods. You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover: Decisions shouldn't be made primarily on appearance. You Can't Take it With You: Enjoy what you have and not what you don't have, since when you die you cannot take things (such as money) with you. Your Guess Is As Good As Mine: I have no idea. Z Zero Tolerance: No crime or law breaking big or small will be overlooked.