Who would play you in a film of your life?
Dylan Moran suffers the same phenomenon of Irish hair, and he's demure enough to capture me pretty well
Robert Carlyle's skinny enough and has the air too, could pull of the accent pretty well
Alternatively, find the actor with the harshest face and you're pretty much set
Octo said:
Name a song that never fails to get you dancing/jumping/energised?
You Should be Dancing - Bee Gees
I don't feel like dancin' - The Scissor Sisters
8 Days a Week - The Beatles
Remember the Time - Michael Jackson
Lithium - Nirvana
Aneurysm - Nirvana
To name but a few from a very long list
Octo said:
If you lived in Middle Earth, what race would you be?
I would be Radagast The Brown's lesser talented brother, Notquiteasrad....agast, with the power to call the scruffiest, least intimidating dog in the world to my aid...largely because it thinks I'm some sort of scruffy dog Deity.
Nah, I I'd like to be an elf, or, a Hobbit as they share my love of relaxed, laidback lifestyles. Come to think of it, I do things slowly enough that I could be an Ent!...Or, y'know...probably a slug...
Cab said:
What question would you like to ask yourself if you came face to face with yourself in some parallel universe hilarity? And what what would you reply?
In all honesty, my immediate question would be "What the fuck?" and then we'd just awkardly stare at each other
If this parallel universe was one in which I magically gained quick-wittedness, I'd say something schnappy and have offbeat shenanigans with my other self.
That sounded more sexual than I intended.
Cab said:
Would you ever write a biography? what would be your opening line and what years of your life would you focus on?
I'd write it for the craic, there's been enough mad little stories in my life that it could possibly me mildly entertaining. I'd focus on my life from birth until I finished secondary school, as it covers so much of what's made me who I am, from the sheer misery that was primary school, to the continued misery of my teenage years, tempered by my befriending the other brother I never wanted, to eventually coming to terms with my depression and relationship, or lack thereof, with my father. As well as featuring many of my clumsiest, stupidest, most rickockulous experiences
Opening lines would be something roughly like this:
I was born in 1992, a 13 pound baby boy, remarkable both for my sheer, near immovable mass and my large square head. From what I've been told, I can assume that even during my time inside my mother's womb, I possessed an insufferable lazy streak. Some have claimed that I was so lazy I refused to even deliver the occasional kick to signify I was indeed still alive in there. Personally, I think I was just being polite in my refusal to inflict physical damage to what was essentially my carrying case, in reality, this was just an omen to my mother that she was spawning the most temperamental, problematic lump of flesh that e'er she would encounter.
Cab said:
I think I'd go Pirate, just for the sheer freedom of the seas, hard an' all as the life would be. Then again, being a ninja means I get to wear cosy clothes and carry a sword and be all Batman and frickin' bejaysus!
Cab said:
Does your body do anything weird?
I have an irregular pulse rhythm, so I could be sitting down, doing nothing, and entirely of its own accord my heart will speed up to the point it would be at were I exercising, stay that way for a bit, then slow down to normal pace, or even slow down to a few beats per minute. It gives me some serious palpitations and murmurs which can be quite painful at times.
My heart also stops and starts a lot, and skips beats. Basically my heart's knackered
I have very long fingers ala Nosferatu. My great aunt likes to roar at me that I "shouldae been a midwife wey fingers like them son!", because I apparently wouldn't need forceps =/ My middle finger also curves up like the top of Pride Rock when I straighten it.
I have shit knees, as all the folks on my mother's side of the family do, and my knees can stiffen to the point of severe pain just from sitting down. There's a muscle just under my eye that twitches like an epileptic at a rave after I have a shower, which makes me look very akin to a cartoon crazy person, like Timmy's Dad when he encounters Dinkleberg....Dinkleberg..¬_¬
My toes are double jointed and I can pop them against the floor without moving my foot, which drives my brother mental as he still hasn't figured out how I keep making that noise
Cab said:
Oh oh I know, tell us a how I got this scar story.
I've got a scar on my thumb from slicing it by accident when I was polishing one of my swords. My little brother was sitting next to me and he freaked as he thought I'd severed it.
I've got another, more recently acquired scar at the base of the same thumb from catching it on the lip of the oven like a feckin' eejit when I was trying to pull a tray out without an oven glove. It's pretty faded now though so I don't know if maybe it'll eventually blend back in to the rest of my skin.
I've got another crescent shaped scar on the inside of my elbow, on that soft skin right at the joint. I got it when I was seven and was cycling, and by cycling I mean plummeting atop a bike that was completely out of my control, down a hill and of course came off the bike. I screamed bloody murder and was convinced the arm would have to be cut off because I could see bone and it was bleeding so much.Ten minutes later I have a plaster over it and was flying back down the hill again. That was the great thing about being a kid, fear of pain wasn't really a deterrent.
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I stuck my hand in fires a lot as a kid,somehow I've escaped natural selection so far