oog weekend
Mar. 21st, 2011 12:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishNot a bad weekend, just a weekend. Picked up a bunch of books from the Tysons Borders closing sale, went kayaking and got slightly sunburnt, bought yet another crepe maker, told uilos's parents that we're moving across the continent in two months, came home and collapsed.
Just a quick reminder that you can still ask me anything (also on LJ)for another couple of weeks. Or probably even longer.
A brief sample of the kind of things I'm willing to answer:
What is the most number of consecutive hours you've stayed awake, and why?
I'm pretty sure it's thirty-six. In eighth grade I pulled my first all-nighter, writing papers on four different diseases (leprosy, leukemia, Parkinson's, and, um, something else). I couldn't exactly go home and sleep after turning them in, so I struggled through the entire day and fell over after dinner. (My grade on the papers was "A+++ Outstanding You should become a doctor." Standards were kinda low in Fayetteville.) All-nighters since then have usually involved coming home around noon and crashing.
How the heck did you keep simultaneous relationships going for years with women who didn't like each other?
Sheer force of will. Or, if you prefer, a bullheaded refusal to give up on anything I'd decided was important to me until I had exhausted all my options several times over. It helped that for most of that time one of them was long-distance and time-shifted by three hours, so I could effectively spend "evenings" with them both, sequentially.
uilos's parents that we're moving across the continent in two months, came home and collapsed.Just a quick reminder that you can still ask me anything (also on LJ)for another couple of weeks. Or probably even longer.
A brief sample of the kind of things I'm willing to answer:
What is the most number of consecutive hours you've stayed awake, and why?
I'm pretty sure it's thirty-six. In eighth grade I pulled my first all-nighter, writing papers on four different diseases (leprosy, leukemia, Parkinson's, and, um, something else). I couldn't exactly go home and sleep after turning them in, so I struggled through the entire day and fell over after dinner. (My grade on the papers was "A+++ Outstanding You should become a doctor." Standards were kinda low in Fayetteville.) All-nighters since then have usually involved coming home around noon and crashing.
How the heck did you keep simultaneous relationships going for years with women who didn't like each other?
Sheer force of will. Or, if you prefer, a bullheaded refusal to give up on anything I'd decided was important to me until I had exhausted all my options several times over. It helped that for most of that time one of them was long-distance and time-shifted by three hours, so I could effectively spend "evenings" with them both, sequentially.