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15 February 2008 @ 01:20 am
Meme post two  
elanna9 tagged me for the seven quirky facts meme. I am desperate to procrastinate, and therefore very grateful.

1. I am an excellent swimmer. This never ceases to amaze Australians.
2. I was raised by hippie lawyers and lesbians. In terms of reading and arguing, this was the childhood from heaven. In terms of grooming and girliness, it was akin to being raised by wolves.
3. I have broken lots of bones, mostly thanks to cars, which are attracted to me.
4. I do not drive. Given 3, I see no reason to tempt fate. Also, I like walking a great deal, and usually have an interesting time on public transport. For this reason, I tend to live in cities with decent public transport. (And my next move will be to a city with good cycleways!)
5. I have very little memory of 1994 and the first half of 1995 due to my most exciting car/body interaction. I am also very vague on a lot of other events and some nouns for the same reason. It's all still in my head, it's just hideously disordered. I make jokes about being forgetful, but the truth is I will either remember something very well, or not at all.
6. I have never, ever wanted to be married. When the other little girls were playing Bride, I was playing War or Astronaut, and encouraging them to join in. That said, my current relationship is coming up on its 13th anniversary and I think I'll keep him.
7. When I was five, I read King Lear, saw it played on stage, and saw Lon Chaney's Phantom of the Opera at the cinema. During this period I remember staying awake at night horrified at the realisation that there was nothing. NOTHING.  That I would die and be gone and that the world was wholly unfair, and that even if Gonerils died, so did Cordelias and nothing I did could change that. To allow me to get to sleep, I would lie there and chant "Fairies! Think of the fairies!!" This went on until I was about ... oh ... 22 or so.
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down the hills and round the bendsnorton_gale on February 14th, 2008 04:12 pm (UTC)
What happened in the car-body interaction, if I may be so bold to ask?

You were 5 when you read King Lear? And you were taken to Phantom of the Opera? No wonder you were thinking of the fairies. :)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
The longest reply ever ...
I was out one night with some band friends after a gig, and decided I wanted to go home now, so I grabbed my bike -- it up like the Starship Enterprise -- and began to ride off. I made two mistakes. The first was that I was going to the ATM three blocks down the road, so I didn't do up my helmet for this part of the trip, because I wasn't really in trip mode yet.

The second was that as I came up to a set of lights at which I had the green, I looked at the little white car waiting at the red turning arrow (I knew these lights) and assumed the driver was sane. Now, that driver was, but the taxi coming down the road behind him was not. He put his foot down, ran around the stopped vehicle, through the red arrow, and straight into the side of me.

In a way it was lucky that I wasn't wearing my helmet, as I was knocked unconscious when I hit the body of the taxi. It had hit me square on the pedals, damaging both of my Achilles tendons and gouging a hole in my left leg at the rear of the bike where the pedal was driven into it. I probably also broke my ribs as I bounced off the bonnet and windshield, rather than later in the piece.

From the taxi my momentum carried me in an apparently impressive parabolic arc towards the road, which I hit with my face, ripping off most of the skin and breaking my poor old nose (again), and cracking my jaw and cheekbone. Witnesses describe me bouncing disturbingly on my face and the top of my head; I had scabs behind both ears when I thought to look a few weeks later. My poor limp body was just jacknifed at these points, except for my right hand which was punched into the ground at some point, causing some very interesting fractures, and my left palm which seems to have skidded across the road but which was wearing a good gel-palm cycling glove, so the glove gave its life for me.

I was only unconscious for about a minute or two. When I came around there was a lovely lovely motorcyclist whose name I tragically lost (or he'd have received many flowers!!) who had stopped traffic around me, sent someone to secure my bike, made sure the ambulance and police were called and had used his leather jacket to wedge my head still, since he was fairly convinced I must have broken my neck.

His first and very sensible words to me were "Stay completely still!"

Mine to him were: "I hurt everywhere. But I suppose that's good if you think about it, right?"

He assured me that it was.

I told him I had a big party to go to in 10 days, and asked if he thought I'd look all right by then. "Errrr, probably not," was his quite correct assessment.
Part two - blamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 03:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Part three - blamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 03:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Part three - norton_gale on February 15th, 2008 02:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Blindmouseblindmouse on February 14th, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC)
I am also very vague on a lot of other events and some nouns for the same reason. It's all still in my head, it's just hideously disordered.

So, er, I'm currently writing a novel featuring magical amnesia (because the crack, it calls me). Do you think I'd be able to pick your brain about a couple of things some time?
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 02:18 am (UTC)
Such as it is, you are welcome to its pickings.
(no subject) - blindmouse on February 15th, 2008 02:36 am (UTC) (Expand)
lilian_cho: Lilian for melilian_cho on February 15th, 2008 12:48 am (UTC)
7 is just X-D

*is also curious about #5*

Happy V-Day, btw! =D
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 03:38 am (UTC)
Aw ... thank you! I am so happy we did meet! As for #5, I've written a v long explanation above to anthimaeria, the first asker. Oh the saga!
(no subject) - lilian_cho on February 15th, 2008 08:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - blamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 08:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lilian_cho on February 15th, 2008 08:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
romaine24: valentinecoffeeromaine24 on February 15th, 2008 01:39 am (UTC)
Joining in the being bold and asking about #5.

Oh, #7 I can so relate to, drove me nuts trying to figure out what it "life" was all about. Catholic school did not help :)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 03:39 am (UTC)
See the reply to anthimaeria above, it's too long to go through more than once.

Hee! Catholic schools are only good for finding partners in crime, as all the Catholic kids I knew were desperately keen to find ways of rebelling.
(no subject) - romaine24 on February 15th, 2008 03:59 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - blamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
lackofmendacity (Diana): red liplackofmendacity on February 15th, 2008 01:48 am (UTC)
Wait, why are we amazed by your ability to swim? *is confused* All Australians can swim, just like they can all slap a steak on the barbie and play touch football. ;)

But awww, it's nice to hear you're keeping your guy, despite all the cars attracted to you. *g*
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 15th, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)
It's because I'm secretly English and moved out here as a proper grown-up. Therefore all my Aussie mates are very surprised to realise I can a. swim and b. understand the ALP.
(no subject) - lilian_cho on February 15th, 2008 08:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - lackofmendacity on February 15th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
shadowclubshadowclub on February 16th, 2008 04:58 am (UTC)
You seemed to have had an interesting life:) When I was a kid I used to play a game called King Lear! I have no idea it was a play or anything I just like the ring and made up a game:) It was suitably violent and active methinks...

blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 21st, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
This made me laugh! Sorry for the delay in replying, but I think you must have been tremendously cool to have come up with something like that as a wee one!
spark_of_chaosspark_of_chaos on February 16th, 2008 08:05 pm (UTC)
I think I'll keep him.

♥ Sounds far better than what any white dress can promise. :g:
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 21st, 2008 04:40 pm (UTC)
Well, he also holds more than half of my F1 memories in my head. I'd never keep various crashes straight without him!

Though the fact that he looks like a cross between Sean Bean and Jamie Bamber may have a little more to do with things ...
madchemist36madchemist36 on February 20th, 2008 03:32 am (UTC)
Hmm, I'm seeing some bizarre parallels here. It frightens and intrigues me.

I too was raised by lesbians, and I'm glad I am not the only walking stereotype of being raised by such. Oddly enough my mother was a total "lipstick lesbian" and her girlfriend is almost as bad. I'm actually much more butch than my mother which not-so-secretly amuses her greatly when I bring boys home.

Personally, I was constantly attempting to convince the girls in my neighborhood that catching snakes and salamanders was a perfectly legitimate way of spending a day. Thank god for all the little boys who are still my friends and who thought I was the coolest girl they had ever met.

I'm currently recovering from a lovely accident that occurred in May 2006. I completely liquified my ankle and broke my right leg. I've been in a wheelchair, used a walker, and have been on crutches ever since. A woman on the scene kept me calm and made phone calls for me. I think she may have called every member of my family in an attempt to find SOMEBODY who was available to answer the phone. She held my hand and helped me out of the car when it caught on fire. I'm pretty sure I would have died if she hadn't been there. Daily, I curse the fact that I never discovered her name.

Everything changes when you have an accident. People treated me differently afterwards. They still do. Not many of them get the idea that I want to be treated exactly as I was before. I had to get rid of my boy of 5 years because he couldn't handle it. He kept getting upset with me for laughing about it, but he didn't understand that you have to laugh at it in order to move on. Kudos to you for discovering that, sorry you had to go through that in order to learn it.

Thanks for sharing.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 21st, 2008 05:05 pm (UTC)
Ah the internet ... bringing secret twins together since the mid '80s.

Boys were always so much more fun than girls in the salamander years. I like to think that hanging out with 'butch' girls actually helped a lot of boys to have better relationships with women in later years. The fact that they are all still your friends suggests that theory holds water.

OWW! Oh feet are bad, I shattered my navicular in another cycling crash, but the leg was OK and it only took six months to get back to walking unaided.

What a great woman, and how brave! She knows that she did well, though, even if you were never able to talk to her again.

Have they been able to rebuild your ankle? My friend in NZ spent three years having her femur rebuilt ... legs are so slow and so debilitating! I hope that you are continuing to heal!

And I do know what you mean about the changes ... I met my lad just after the bruises faded from the head accident, but he was with me all through the foot and treated me as though I was made of glass for some time. Very odd. Humour is the only way, unless you want to annoy yourself with angst. I hope that things keep looking up for you, and will finally have time to comment on your most recent post in the morning, at last!

Did your mum ever tell you the lesbian theory of evolution? Or was that just my mum's set?
(no subject) - madchemist36 on February 21st, 2008 06:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)