Posted

Mar 20th 2008

1_ Sharing was never a rule in my house growing up and thusly, between myself, my brother, and my dad, we owned (yes, we kept them all): 1 Atari, 1 NES, 1 SNES, 3 Genesis', 1 Sega CD, 1 Master System, 1 Saturn, 2 N64s, 4 PlayStations, 1 PS1, 2 PS2s, 3 Dreamcasts, 2 Gamecubes, 1 Xbox, countless handhelds of different kinds, 2 desktop computers, 4 laptops, and somewhere around 8 televisions. Sad? You bet. We loved our tech; hated to share.

2_ I have never tried any recreational drug. That's right. Not even marijuana.

3_ If I see a jar of mayonnaise, see someone eating it, or smell it, my gag reflex will be triggered and ultimately expel any contents of my stomach. Also, if my boyfriend has eaten anything during the day that had mayo on it, I can detect it and I won't let him kiss me until he's brushed thoroughly.

4_ When in Köln, Germany, I decided to climb the entire tower of the Kölner Dom cathedral, which would have been the stupidest decision of my life except that when I started to fall from exhaustion, a very attractive British man was climbing the stairs behind me and said he'd break my fall. Actually, his exact wording was, "Don't worry- we'll go down together." If my legs weren't already jellified from the stairs, that accent would have done the trick. Interestingly, he accompanied me the whole way up, sat and joked with me at the top, and insisted that I take the rest of his orange soda because "If not, it's going in the bin!" He also found me after we had parted ways, outside the cathedral, and kissed me on the forehead. (This was before I had ever met my boyfriend, so don't even think anything bad!! )

5_ My mom and I nearly died in 1994, when the two of us fell off our raft, both not wearing life-vests (let that be a lesson to you). We sank into the river, and I remember every second of being under that water.. I was not in a state of shock or freaking out; I was eerily still and blank. The next thing I knew, an arm pulled me out and directed me to hold on to the side handles. My dad had jumped in when he saw us go over. He couldn't find mom; he thought the current had already taken her too far away, but after searching he did get her to the surface (she said she felt her foot touch the bottom too, and tried to push herself upward using it). It wasn't until after we were all back on the raft, all wrapped up in towels and jackets, shivering silently that I went into shock. Dad saved us. Ever since then, I have had a crippling fear of water; especially dark water or when I can't see where the bottom is, water at night, and I can't submerge myself completely or I will have a panic attack.


And the lie? The lie was actually told by my Production Team instructor, Stephen Glover, when he told us last week "Oh, by the way- if your animation isn't complete from beginning to end by presentations next week, your entire group FAILS."

He was bluffing. A nice way to "throw us into the fire of a production pipeline." Well played, Glover. Well played.