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If I were legally changing my name, I wouldn't want to broadcast it via such a public channel!
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Being able to defy gravity. Tall bookshelves would have nothing on me! (Also, falls would no longer be quite as deadly.)
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Humanism, if that qualifies. Prior to donning the Agnostic mantle, I identified most accurately as a secular humanist. It just seems _right_ to me that we constantly aspire to improve our intellectual, technological, and societal conditions, without looking up to any sort of reward from above. (Self-sufficiency is something I value greatly.) It is also important to me that we take pride not only in self-betterment, but also the betterment of our fellow humans.
Okay, that just sounded pretentious. -_- -
Cats are my friends, with whom I would share good food and the warmth of a fire; dogs would merely be my employees, whom I would pay (in kibbles and other canine currency) to defend my dwelling.
That's very speciesist of me, but I prefer the grace and subtlety of a cat to the clumsiness and noise of a dog. Their roles in my idealised world logically follow. -
Definitely the yacht. I'm myopic, so I wouldn't be able to pilot any sort of aircraft. Also, running out of fuel is much worse in the air than in the water.
"But you could hire someone to operate the yacht/jet for you," I suspect some people would respond. Yes, this is true; if a person really wanted to, they could hire someone to do their thinking for them. There are many possibilities, but that does not make them good ideas.
I don't see any point in being a captive owner of something which I need other people to operate for me. That idea just bugs the hell out of me. -
For my 18th birthday, a friend bought me a replica Roman dagger (unsharpened). I still have yet to find a use for it; it's much too large to use as a letter opener.
Why is a "useless" gift my favourite? Well, it's no great secret that I am interested in collecting traditional weapons... -
I was trapped in a large mall inhabited by hostile, flying, gigantic, carnivorous insects. Fortunately, I could shoot them, and they would die and drop ammo. Eventually I got very good at this and could clear out swarms within a few seconds of encountering them. I even saw the crosshairs for aiming in my dream.
After a while, I discovered that there were still other humans in the building. However, some of them were hostile as well; they appeared to be brainwashed. I could distinguish them from the normal humans by the fact that they were exceedingly pale and devoid of facial expressions. They were usually found with healthy humans, who could only be freed by killing the brainwashed ones. I went through the building rescuing healthy humans this way.
Eventually, I found myself in a shallow artificial lake, constructed within an open-air courtyard surrounded on all sides by the building. The water only came up to waist level, but was sufficient to impede my movement. I encountered a friend out in this lake. At this time, I thought I had cleared all of the enemies from the building, and so I was waiting for the world to spawn the next wave of them; however, I realised that I had missed two enemies.
Looking through the nearest window, I found two of the brainwashed humans sitting in a cafeteria at ground level. The first one was trivial to kill; he did not even see me. The second one, however, stared emotionlessly at me as I shot her through the glass, showing no signs of pain as the bullets perforated her face. She was more resilient than the others.
In frustration, I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a jar of pickled plums. These served as grenades; I distanced myself from the window, tossed one of the plums, and watched as a small explosion destroyed the glass completely. As the smoke cleared, I could see no sign of the enemy; however, at this point, I suddenly remembered that, in Left 4 Dead, the Witch had a trick of taking an unexpected route when attacking the player, thus surprising them by appearing from a different direction.
I looked around for the enemy, and spotted her standing on a balcony one floor above the cafeteria. She had turned a hideous shade of olive yellow. Letting loose with an enraged screech, she charged off the balcony and into the water. I anticipated her trajectory, and threw two of my plum bombs to intercept her; however, at the last moment, I realised that she was making a bee-line for my friend instead. My plum bombs were ineffectual. She was now bearing down on my friend, who was only barely slowing her approach with a pistol; seeing that he would not last long, I summoned my motorised miniature surfboard (the sort one lies prone upon, rather than standing), and began to strafe at the enemy.
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The latter. I'd eventually stop feeling the cold, after all, whereas the physical discomfort associated with extreme heat would stay with me the entire time.
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Japan for half the time, then Germany for the other half.
I miss the gadgety goodness of Akihabara, and I never got to spend enough time checking out Harajuku in detail.
I've never been to Germany, which is quite a shame for a German major. I hope to correct that in the not-too-distant future. -
That's a very good point! Since receiving your question, I've re-themed my site to have a little bit of a graphical element to it, while still checking in Lynx that it'll degrade to something easily readable. I'm not sure it's quite "normal", though.
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This question is awkwardly phrased because it does not specify a period of time, and does not specify whether I am
A) measuring the largest geographical distance between two fixed points (in which case, I would answer with "from Vancouver to Taipei"), or
B) measuring the largest distance I have travelled within $arbitrary_time_period (which, if measured within a day, would still be the answer to part A).
Time, however, is but a trifling issue here. Space is more problematic: the question fails to specify the origin of travel. Without a starting point, one has no idea where to start measuring from.
I give this question a 2/10. I am still giving it points because it prompted such a lengthy response from me. -
On March 8th, 2010, a nice Russian guy was walking across UBC campus with a huge basket of roses, giving a rose to each woman he saw and wishing them a happy International Women's Day. I happened to receive one from him as well.
As I learned later, it's traditional in Eastern Europe to do this on IWD. (A Serbian friend told me this.) That's kind of neat.
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Fyda’s Bio
I get writer's block. Answering questions from different minds can be very helpful.
