Otzi suggested that we revive this thread about your memorable acts of wanton lunacy. Good idea! If we know Musers, summertime should provide plenty of material. For inspiration, you may consult the original thread.
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once i ran across the street even though the cars hadnt stopped. pedestrians supposedly have the right of way , but i was waiting at the intersection for ages. so when i saw a break in the cars i just ran across. I was nearly run over, and i saw the driver looking at me like, why did you do this? are you crazy? well, i was, but not the way she ment. and now, for some reason, i cant seem to cross the street anymore…
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my friend and i painted ourselves blue once with sidewalk chalk. it SAID washable on the box, but we were stained a corpse-ish shade of grey for the rest of the day. it was funny.
another time i walked smack into the vaccuum. i was walking down the hallway looking at the ceiling, and i didn’t see it. much to the amusemaent of Mom and little brothers.
a friend and i tied ourselves together with bungy(sp?) cords while woring at a food booth once, it didn’t seem to bother the customers, but it was a bit risky about the oven.
then there was the time(okay, okay, timeS) that i walked into a wall and sort of slid down to the floor laughing hysterically
In late December last year, I was with a friend when her mother suggested that we put a Santa hat on a statue in the neighborhood (my friend has a cool mom). Someone always puts a pair of rabbit ears on the statue for Easter, so she thought it’d be fun to do the same thing for Christmas. It sounded like a good plan, so we agreed and waited until sometime around one in the morning, when we hoped no one would be watching. Unfortunately, my friend was singing carols on the way to the statue and apparently the noise alerted someone and caused them to think we were vandalizing the statue. Right after we duct-taped the hat to the statue we heard sirens and saw two police cars coming. A policeman got out of the first car and ordered us to remove the hat. We couldn’t get it off, so my friend’s mom had to climb up the statue to get it herself. The duct tape wouldn’t all come off, but the policeman didn’t make her climb the statue again, he just warned us not to do anything like that again and made sure we went home and didn’t come back. The mission didn’t entirely fail, though – we managed to get a few pictures of us and the statue with the hat before the police arrived. ^_^
pies sleepyheathen and seamonster. welcome!
ummm… does the eskimo bow rescue count? it’s where you filp over in a kayak and while your still upside down underwater, your mate comes over and paddles his kayak so it forms a T with yours and you reach up and pull yourself back over. mind, you have to trust the he’s gonna get there before your breath runs out.
On Monday, I was sailing with a girl who had never been sailing before (I was teaching her), and our traveler unhooked, so she jumped into the water and tried to get it (bad idea). So, I had to use my “man overboard” drill and get her. Then, we got the traveler hooked back on. It was a very wavy day – we were one of the only boats that didn’t capsize.
Oh, the crazy things I’ve done. Countless things. I once walked through a day camp class thing (from now on it will be refered to as MITY because I don’t fell like explaining everytime I tell a story) singing my school’s song (which is insanely cheesy) at the top of my lungs. that was fun.
My friend and I decided that the best thing to do while waiting for play practice at school to start, was to skip around the second floor of school. We did this every day between school and play rehersal.
I’m sure there’s more but I can’t think of any right now.
7- I was in a sailboat that capsized once.
Ummmmm…I think the craziest thing I’ve ever done is…I don’t know. I usually don’t do crazy things.
Oh my, where do I begin? Maybe I’ll just give you the highlights of some more recent escapades.
– My little sister celebrated her third birthday recently, and one of her gifts was a rubber pink Dora the Explorer bouncy ball that you sit on with a handle. She is quite gifted with the bouncing, so I decided to try. It was too small for me, so when I bounced, my posterior didn’t hit the ball like it’s supposed to, but it missed and I smacked onto the floor. It hurt sort of. My mom, who happened to be watching, began laughing hysterically.
– At that GATEWAY thing I have yakked about on other threads, I pulled one of my most smashing stunts ever. I made a fake paper mustache, grabbed a sombrero, and took my brother’s guitar. And I went to GATEWAY as Fredericco the Mariachi Guy, who sang cheesy love songs. So much fun, so much fun.
i’ve been microwaving marshmallows today. after about 30 seconds they start growing, and growing, and GROWING. They get burnt if you leave ’em in too long.
10- Me either. Hmm….well one time me and my friend AHEM my friend and I was playing with her her guinea pig, and we were giving him treats. Sesame balls and…white chocolate chips. Don’t worry, they were made for guinea pigs(how odd). Well, the chocolate looked pretty good, so we both tasted it. Yumm…they weren’t that bad you know.
9 – we capsize ALL the time! I sail in sunfish, which are really easy to turn back right-side-up if they capsize, so we do it all the time! We sometimes have “tipping wars,” where you sail up to someone’s boat, jump on it, and lean on the mast until it tips over…it’s so much fun!
My class was on a field trip to the Constitution Center in Philly and my friend and I wandered into this room with bronze-ish statues of the peoples who signed the constitution. We went around taking pictures of each other making stupid poses [hugging them, giving them “moose ears,” imitating their poses, et cetera] with them. People were staring. Then some other kids from our class did the same thing. Unfortunately, those particular pictures were deleted when my hard drive died.
14- we do that to when there’s no wind. except not nearly as smoothly. and we throw people on the water and stuff. sailing is fun. sunfish are so fast! i sail on fj’s
Oh yeah, I’ve microwaved marshmellows. It’s fun to see how big they can get before they fall and i have to clean the microwave. If you don’t burn them, they shrink again after they cool and are fun to eat. They get sort of dry and hard.
Once I finished my book during “reading time” at school during English and I had nothing to read. A friend dared me to read the dictionary. I did. I learned a new word, too, abaca- a material made out of fiber from a banana plant.
I don’t sail…at all!
I have run into the edge of a door. My friends asked me what HAD I done, as if I would get into a fight. Which I don’t. Get into fights, I mean.
Tipped the 10lb dictionary onto a finger from an inch or so up.
learning how to write code in Python…
begin_graphics()
circle(300,200,40)
end_graphics()
I think you can get copies of Python for windows computers, too.
my friend and i noticed that noone skips in our downtown, so one time we were down there and we started skipping. nobody paid much attention though, given that it is [name of town deleted]
I was at a restaraunt and the waiter brought a basket of bread. My hands were dirty, so instead of picking up my bread I ate it with a fork. Then, when the waiter brought bowls of chocolate pudding for dessert, he didn’t give me a spoon, so I ate that with my knife. The people sitting with me thought I was crazy.
I’ve skipped through the halls of the high school before, singing “C is for cookie”…
I went out on a sunfish today without a lifejacket (I forgot). It was really embarrasing, because I had to go back to shore and get one.
I went camping in the POURING RAIN!!!!!!
24–Me too! Twice! At a summer camp, which rocked anyway. My laundry bag got horribly smelly.
Well, once my friend and I were bored in this class where we were all discussing the class history. Such as, what happened during all the years that these kids were at my school. My friend didn’t come to the school until seventh grade, and I didn’t come until eighth grade, and the class was still discussing fourth grade. Boooring. So we decided to go get a drink of water from the fountain right outside the classroom. Then we decided to hit every water fountain in the school. It was rather fun. The class was still talking about what happened in fourth grade when we came back.
speaking (kindof) of marshmallows, it’s fun to draw one-eyed faces on them and lots of green polka-dots and stick two pins on top for antennae. MARSHMALLOW MONSTERS!
My GS troop (kindly keep thy comments to thyself) went camping…
In a condemed campsite…
In ankle deep mud…
With no electricity…
Or clean water…
A raccoon ate some of our food…
And there were bugs in every tent…
And we couldn’t use a tent because there was calf-deep mud surrounding it…
It was either that or a patch of bare ground.
Durring drama(mostly before and after tho) me and my friends will run through the halls sinnging, till someone spontainiously yells “SHOES ARE FOR SQUARES!” and we’ll all kick our shoes off and go barefoot past the teachers who rarly say anything due to shock
I’ve really never done any crazy deeds, but as my mom says, my most crazy deed I’ve done is “being myself”.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
This is something I’m planning for when school starts up. I’ll make a two-dimensional cardboard gondola and hold it up to my hips. I will make a mask and wear it. Then, I’ll get a really long staff! At school, in between classes, I will have a friend scull me down the halls of the school, and I, with my mask, shall ride in the gondola as the Duchess of Venice! ALL SHALL BOW DOWN TO ME AND MY GONDOLA, FOR I AM THE GREAT GWENDOLYN OF VENICE!
i regularly don’t wear my shoes in school (just don’t tell my mom) and one time my friend was trying to get me to put them back on so she made me walk past the principal, and all he said was “nice hat” it drovw her crazy
One time, I was on this trick skiing run, and I was /supposed/ to turn one way, but instead I turned /the other/ way, crashed into a snowbank, fell over backward, slid down the wall of the gully while swearing and gathering two handfulls of snow in my turtleneck.
I dance, I have the reputation of being the person who falls over the most during class(ok, the only person to fall, ever). I have never realy fallen on stage, but it is only a matter of time.
31 – so you just walk around barefoot?
The day before yesterday, I finished this sort of legal document that I wrote about following Trends, Fashions, Styles or Popular Movements. The gist of it is that the signer of the document will not follow any Trends, Fashions, Styles, or Popular Movements unless they hold certain personal benefits. I’m quite proud of it. I’m going to sign, and I hope to get my brother to sign. He is far too easily influenced by the environment around him.
That doesn’t mean you’ll have to resign from Mostly Harmless, does it? Oh, wait, I guess that offers a benefit: world domination. Good, we get to keep you.
hmmmmm, yeah, that’s a good Idea, quinty.
I’ve walked up and down the main streets of various towns, dressed in Tudor costume and playing a hurdy-gurdy. But I suppose it doesn’t count if you get paid to do it.
35- I’ll sign! Virtually, at least…
38- Would you have done it if someone asked you to and you didn’t get paid?
38-Say,u sound like me;-);-);-)
35: I’ll sign.
Today at the mall, myself and two of my friends went walked around carrying a Hagane no Renkinjutsushi (Fullmetal Alchemist) wallscroll around. It was highly amusing to see random onlookers facial expressions.
What’s a hurdy-gurdy?
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for full info on hurdy-gurdies, organistra, sinfoniae, gitterns, citoles and lots of other stuff you’ve never heard of.
It’s not just towns. I get to wander round castles, palaces, gardens, all sorts of places. It’s better than working. Would I do it if I didn’t get paid? Not nowadays. But I used to when I was young and crazy. Now I’m just old and crazy.
Cool! I would love to go inside a castle.
Froody website! You even had a page for us. *sniff* I’m touched. There was even a picture of you(I think)playing a shwm in costume.
When we learned about old instruments in music class I wanted to bring your AMAZINGLY WONDERFUL (it is on my list of top 10 favorite articles) article in, but I didn’t think my music teacher would appreciate it enough. But I knew alot of what she was teaching, because of Muse!
i am known for walking into doors: my grandma’s glass door at thanksgiving [this one mmight not count ’cause it’s nearly invisible anyway], our screen door, our wooden door, my friend’s door, and many others.
35 – I’ll sign it too! Great idea.
46 – About your only chance in Yankland is the spoof job knocked up by Disney. You need to come to Europe. Not necessarily Britain. We crow about ours, but a lot of them are rather knocked about now, because of all the wars we kept having. There are lots of juicy intact castles in France and Germany that hardly get a mention. And Scotland has buckets of them too.
47 – Ta muchly, RG. *blushes*.
What you really want is to get a nice set of bagpipes. No, not Scottish ones, NICE ones (he says, risking being lynched by disgruntled Scots). A set of English greats would do nicely, or a French shuttle-drone job, maybe. Then you can give demonstrations to the whole class. Which will be over before anyone recovers.
Hey, how about a MUSE coach trip to an English castle? It’s only about 6000 miles. I bet Kokopelli could swing it.
50- Yankland? I think I have a new favourite word.
51- righty-ho then. I’ll have to “borrow” some bagpipesfrom somebody. NOTE TO SELF: not Scottish. They would also be useful for playing really loud at around 4:03 in the morning…
Well, when I say “not Scottish”, I really mean “not those offensive Highland things”. The lowland pipes are OK. And the Scottish Smallpipe. And the Northumbian half-longs, which also often find their way across the border.
Mind you, if you want to annoy people, maybe you DO want highland pipes.
My friend’s brother wore a Kilt (spelling?) every day for about a year.
The spelling’s right. I’m not sure about your friend’s brother.
lets see…
I sang the national Anthem in Spanish at a basketball game and almost got kicked out yesterday.
Gee, PB&J, I thought we were Hamburger A gogo land. But Yankland is altogether snappier.
50: When I went to France there were about 50 castles per square mile. England’s castles are okay…there is too much commercialism for my taste…
Yes, most of Europe’s castles are still ived in, or were until recently, which means someone rich paid for weeding the battlements and sorting out the drains. Most of ours were bashed about by Cromwell, adn no-one wanted to live in the remains, so now they’re propped up by noble institutions who are worthy but penniless. They have to flog lots of tacky merchandise to stop more bits falling off. That’s the problem with having a history that involves castles being used for their designated purpose, instead of being erected largely as status symbols.
My friend just moved to a town in Idaho where the front page of the newpaper one day was about a moose who wandered into the town for the third time that year. THE FRONT PAGE. So, all of my friends and I were thinking that she could get on the front page of the newpaper while she is there. I told her to read this thread… I hope she did. But then we told her to dress up as Hannah Montana for her first day of school. I wonder if she really will…
Today I had to get a strep test, and I went in my PJs.
61- Hannah Montana, sure. Why not Lola?
One of my friends litte sister dressed up as Harry Potter every monday for nearly the entire school year.
i once, in front of my principal, best friend, worst enemy, and school counceler (???) walked into a bar that held the double doors in place, but at that time was just a pole in the middle of the hallway. *sigh*
another time, i wz presenting a thing on venus n had this poster in the back of the room. going to get it i fell over a desk. literally fell over it – i tripped over the leg of another desk and kind of flipped over it sideways.
wen i went to stanford this summer, i went on this hikey type thing before dinner w/ 2 councelers and some other kids. we ended up becoming the fast group and the slow group. the faster walkers (me included) found this ditch on the path and hid in it. wen the other ppl came up we jumped up n bout gave em all heart attaks.
recently a german foriegn exchange student got here. her first night, we had a marshmallow whip cream fight till bout 12.
and the crowning acheivement of utter insanity:
playing mission impossible in early june, from one side of camp to the fire on the other side, in the yellowstone cauldera, in snow, rain, and hail, in the only dark clothes i had – my only pair of jeans and an OLD hoodie – and crawling on my stomache the whole way. course, the benefits of that were laughing uproariously at the amount of steam coming off my clothes while eating a choklit bar the choklit guy gave me out of pity cuz i looked so very “cold” (and i wz like, cold? do i look cold? im not cold, but of course i didn’t say that).
and of course, there’s the skiing. waiting for friends, for me = going off jump n flying into nearest convienient snow bank, and falling backward into fluffy powder. really, its quite comfortable. downsides include diffuculty standing up and funny looks from snowboarders who also say “gee, r u ok???” its vry annoying. nothing from skiers, though – all of the ski-kids do it. lol
Gee. No one’s been here in ages. Well, random lunacy….
hmm.
hmhmhm.
Ah, yes. There was the time I satyed up all night saying “spam spam spam spaaaaam, wonderful SPAM” in my room, until my entire family nearly killed me.
There was today’s dancing barefoot in the snow in public episode.
I need to do more crazy stuff.
*sigh* I know…
Random craziness:
I convinced my 4-year-old cousin that my name was Bob.