Something is just not right about that Boy

I can write my name with my toes holding the pen.

Yes a "pointless talent" NOW, however, in my early years as a type setter reading backwards was essential. So like most things that too became obsolete. I can sit and cross my legs both ways now.

I read that with total ease, although it does make me wonder if there's an obscure condition of 'backwards dyslexia' - that could be incredibly awkward under one or two particularly bizarre circumstances (none of which I can imagine a t m, but give me time...)

Oh yeah. Sorry. I have no exceptional talents that are actually publishable here, but maybe one or two that aren't.

I can read that with ease and wiggle my ears at the same time.

Obvously I first read that as 'I can read that with ease and wiggle my ass at the same time.'.

Sorry about that

Hahahahahaha! Damn, that's hilarious!

'Siht Daer Nac'... That is a Scottish town, right?

I can write mirror-image sentences with my hands at the same time.

Talk about pointless talents.

I had no problem reading that. Guess I fit in here with everyone else. As for other talents, not sure what I have, but I'm sure Jaxs could tell you if I do or not...lol

Pissing off people isn't quite as bad as pissing off balconies

Originally posted by FlaRin:

pissing off balconies

The other day, I found an actual, genuine human turd lying on the lawn in front of the appartment building I live in - on the side where everybody has their balconies. It made me look up and then think 'Oh, my God, I just looked up...' I mean, it is like when you hear a shot out on the street and you go look out of the window. Stupid. For the record it is the first time I ever found a turd on the lawn.

Originally posted by Aqualion:

I found an actual, genuine human turd lying on the lawn in front of the appartment building I live in

that is one sick person to do that. ewwwwwwwwwwww

Originally posted by SqueakeyCat:

that is one sick person to do that.

If you gotta go, you gotta go... Apparantly.

but out in public at an apartment building????

I mean, I've heard of using the outdoors, but that is getting ridiculous.

Perhaps this person was alone and lost in the night and the fear and depression got to his bowels and he just had to... My own theory is that he was simply to piss-drunk to know what he was doing. Or she. I've seen it before...

In NZ, there's a bit of a public outcry about 'free campers'. Mostly europeans, who come here for extended holidays and hire camper vans & drive around, as you do, but instead of going to holiday parks (where of course usually you have to pay to park your van, and partake of the amenities), they just park up on public land overnight, and crap etc. wherever they want. And of course then drive off, leaving their ordure and used toilet paper etc. in public parks and places where people take their dogs for a walk, take their kids to fly Kites and whatnot. On the roadside. Anywhere at all.

It happens *a lot* and NZers *really* don't like it, as you can imagine, and there's going to be trouble sooner or later, especially when local councils start handing out fines and Europeans offenders don't want to pay. The fines are actually going to be levied to the owner of the vehicle, and as the bill is paid at the end of the trip, lots of travellers are going to be in for a shock when they return the van and get the credit card out to pay

\\edit : And you may ask - how do they know who to fine? They will have 'spotters' out, making notes of what vehicles park where - seriously - it's such an issue that local councils are proposing to pass by-laws to deal with it. Perhaps, Martin, a passing German or French tourist, fresh back from a holiday in NZ, just decided he or she needed a crap and did what they'd spent the last month or 6 weeks doing in New Zealand front gardens

Tourists - you can't live with them and you can't live without them. We have problems with the pit-stop facilities along our major roads. Tourists in auto campers will leave whatever there. I read a newspaper article about it just the other day with a list of stuff the public workers had found one day. You wouldn't believe the oddities they found there. Things you would not imagine in your wildest fantasies that tourists on vacation would take with them let alone dispose off during their vacation... Due to my involvement in volunteer recycling I have a certain interest in the garbage disposal issue, and I have seen some weird stuff down the road, but just as you think you've seen the worst it gets even worse.

Originally posted by Martin:

you can't live with them and you can't live without them

Agreed In retrospect, I think it's *always* been like this, but now local councils are realising that they're actually paying people to clean this crap (literally) up, and they don't like it - they've trying to figure out a way to make someone else pay for it Happy holidays, yet again

Originally posted by Aqualion:

Tourists - you can't live with them and you can't live without them.

I too agree with that. But without them, a lot of places would be broke.

I had to read it somewhat staccato, but think my pointless talent is ok .
My other pointless talent is being able to bend the outer joints on all my fingers at the same time .

Originally posted by FlaRin:

they just park up on public land overnight,

Maybe because that's allowed here? In Scandinavia, at least, there's something called "allemansrätten" which basically means legal access to private land. Although perhaps not in somebody's garden, all other areas are ok go.

Yes, and it *is* allowed to park on public land, no one is particularly unhappy about that - but it is a very bad idea to just go to the toilet on a handy piece of grass & leave the soiled toilet paper *and everything* just laying there in the middle of it all, and driving off the following morning. That's the kind of thing that's causing the problems - the lack of respect for the land (some of it - many would say 'all' - is Maori land and very culturally sensitive). Imagine if someone used your grandfather's grave as a toilet - that kind of idea...and also it's *very* unhealthy. Just because it's public doesn't mean you can cover it with your crap and dump your daily rubbish collection and then drive off with no responsibility. It's become *such* a problem with tourists free camping and doing exactly this, which is why local councils are trying to take steps to control and stop it.

There's an article about it here

Sorry I'm late but that's what I'm good at momentarily.

I too learned to read newspaper type backward while working at newspapers during the 60s and 70s. I was a proofreader and just picked up that talent as an addendum to my regular job. Sometimes had to check a galley proof on the newsprint page itself without having the galley proof to look at. As stated---one of those obsolete talents whose usefulness has faded away into the distant past......

I can read backwards primarily because my eyes are in back to front.

<sighs> yeah, that was a good party

Flarin - Sorry if you got the impression I condoned that kind of behaviour. I most definitely do not, as I too hate finding used tp in the park.

By the way, I have lots of talents, and I can say that without feeling like a diva. The weirdest talent I have is my photographic memory. It doesn't mean I remember everything, because it seems to constantly be in a random mode. It picks up details and misses the whole picture, if you know what I mean. My harddrive is filled up with bits and pieces, like if you open a book and point you finger somewhere on the page and find the word 'bacteria' and then take another book and do the same and find the word 'awesome'. It works more or less that way. Like, I find it hard to remember people's names, but I can remember something the person did back in september 1994 in details, and inside my head this person is 'the guy who came to work with only one shoe' or just 'one-shoe-guy'. Or you can ask me about a book I read or a film I saw, and I can't tell you anything about the content, but I do remember that while I was reading the book the telephone rang and it was my mother asking if I had forgotten my sister's birthday. Stuff like that. If you know what I mean...

Rose....oh Rosie - nonono - I dodn't get that impression at all - it's just a subject that inflames my ire, if you see what I mean, and I tend to get all *irked* about it - I never imagined you condoning that kind of thing!! I mean - ewww!!! <and joins you in the >