Okay, here's the answer.
Oct. 15th, 2003 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mandolinOkay, answers to the "Spot the Lie" meme. Had to wait to display the answers to make sure I had a story straight. (Thanks, Mom!)
1) I started to read at the age of two, surprising the heck out of my mother in the supermarket when I read a brand name off the shelf.
True, and the brand name in question was "Biz." There's a tape somewhere where my parents recorded me reading off flashcards at that age. Not that the ability to read helped my lack of coordination, but hey. :)
2) I went to a karaoke bar with some friends once, but chickened out at the last minute and didn't go up to sing.
False. Yes, the least weird item on this list is the blatant lie. I have never even BEEN to a karaoke bar. I doubt I ever will. I've heard myself sing on a tape. It hurt.
3) I can recite the alphabet backwards in under 6 seconds flat.
True. I taught myself to do this on the school bus when in seventh grade - I was desperately trying to find new ways to ignore the annoying people behind and next to me. Assigned seats. Bah. (Of course, now I can't recite it forwards quite as quickly.)
4) I have been able to hold my breath underwater for three minutes flat, but I can't dive to save my life.
True. This one needed to be re-worded for clarity since I'm not certain I can do this anymore. At the local pool, when I was maybe 13, my friends and I decided to see who could hold their breath underwater for the longest. (We were just floating on our stomachs, so there wasn't any exertion.) When I got past the two-minute mark, the person timing started to freak out and poked me frantically. I think I gave her a thumbs-up or something as if to say "I'm not dead." I couldn't stand it at the 3 minute mark, and pretty much had to take a nice long break from doing much else. And no, I can't dive very well at all. I didn't learn when I was younger, and now it's almost impossible for me to do properly. ;)
5) I am one degree of separation from meeting Paul Newman. (As in, the "six degrees of separation" theory?)
True. Again, this one was re-worded because I left out the "of separation" part. When she was in college, Mom was working to support George McGovern's '68 presidential campaign, and Paul Newman, came to support McGovern. Since she was a McGovern supporter, Mom was working in the building where he gave his speech. After the speech, Mom was heading out one of the back stage doors, not knowing that he was taking that same exit to catch the limo that was waiting outside. Just as she was getting out the door, someone bumped into her. (Guess who.) All her friends - who weren't campaign supporters but wished they were so they could go inside - were watching outside, and they saw Mom come out the door after bumping into Paul Newman, who took her shoulder and said something to her before he headed for the limo. It was just "Excuse me," and Mom thinks that she was probably the one to bump into him, but she didn't wash that shoulder for a week. :) (Yes, Mom, that counts as a meeting. And it's a good story.)
Anyway, have to do work now.
1) I started to read at the age of two, surprising the heck out of my mother in the supermarket when I read a brand name off the shelf.
True, and the brand name in question was "Biz." There's a tape somewhere where my parents recorded me reading off flashcards at that age. Not that the ability to read helped my lack of coordination, but hey. :)
2) I went to a karaoke bar with some friends once, but chickened out at the last minute and didn't go up to sing.
False. Yes, the least weird item on this list is the blatant lie. I have never even BEEN to a karaoke bar. I doubt I ever will. I've heard myself sing on a tape. It hurt.
3) I can recite the alphabet backwards in under 6 seconds flat.
True. I taught myself to do this on the school bus when in seventh grade - I was desperately trying to find new ways to ignore the annoying people behind and next to me. Assigned seats. Bah. (Of course, now I can't recite it forwards quite as quickly.)
4) I have been able to hold my breath underwater for three minutes flat, but I can't dive to save my life.
True. This one needed to be re-worded for clarity since I'm not certain I can do this anymore. At the local pool, when I was maybe 13, my friends and I decided to see who could hold their breath underwater for the longest. (We were just floating on our stomachs, so there wasn't any exertion.) When I got past the two-minute mark, the person timing started to freak out and poked me frantically. I think I gave her a thumbs-up or something as if to say "I'm not dead." I couldn't stand it at the 3 minute mark, and pretty much had to take a nice long break from doing much else. And no, I can't dive very well at all. I didn't learn when I was younger, and now it's almost impossible for me to do properly. ;)
5) I am one degree of separation from meeting Paul Newman. (As in, the "six degrees of separation" theory?)
True. Again, this one was re-worded because I left out the "of separation" part. When she was in college, Mom was working to support George McGovern's '68 presidential campaign, and Paul Newman, came to support McGovern. Since she was a McGovern supporter, Mom was working in the building where he gave his speech. After the speech, Mom was heading out one of the back stage doors, not knowing that he was taking that same exit to catch the limo that was waiting outside. Just as she was getting out the door, someone bumped into her. (Guess who.) All her friends - who weren't campaign supporters but wished they were so they could go inside - were watching outside, and they saw Mom come out the door after bumping into Paul Newman, who took her shoulder and said something to her before he headed for the limo. It was just "Excuse me," and Mom thinks that she was probably the one to bump into him, but she didn't wash that shoulder for a week. :) (Yes, Mom, that counts as a meeting. And it's a good story.)
Anyway, have to do work now.
