Originally Posted by
Vasher
Neglected "Talents" ;
-Carpentry
-Framing
-Electrical (wiring+)
-Masonry
-Machining (Master Machinist)
-Coding (CNC mills+)
-Welding
-Plumbing (though, I do get to use it more often than other skills at home)
-I can build a computer from scratch, hack video game consoles (haven't done that in a decade though)
-I'm a certified forensic finger print specialist (never used "it")
-Both a certified EMT and Paramedic (delivered my first son, in hospital)
-Certificate in Administration of Justice (many moons ago considered being a detective, even had a class inForensic science instructed by the Head Coroner at USC, he used to be on the "Forensic Files" TV show)
-thought about a doctorate in Pharmacy, so knocked out Pharm Tech in 3 months (other than required hours for completion, never used it, PharmD pay isn't enough for green pea crap hours)
-My mother taught me to read sheet music and play the piano, grandma taught me guitar and banjo, learned to play the clarinet in middle school (I need to "relearn" them, been ages)
-BMX & "Freestyle"- I used to race and built bikes for freestyle
-Dirt Bike/Motorcycle riding- I was an avid rider, been on a bike since "day one". Dad raced pro in his youth, he's still riding. I quit when I realized that my need for speed would kill me (do have a 500+hp car to play around with)
-skateboarding, gave that up as I grew up
-speed skating, quit as HS gf didn't particularly like me being "hot dog" at the skating rink. I was rink guard, worked the snack bar, and tore my pec/broke ribs there
- I'm quite the sailor. My dad had boats, but I really got into racing on my friends (from the gym) boat. We entered races (with a team), often took first in our class.
- Marksman. I used to go shooting with pops, but time doesn't allow for that. I'm also against the idea of having guns in my home (still have a bunch in my dads safe)
-Archery, dad taught me. One of my eldest sons X-mas presents was a really nice compound (he was already familiar with a recurve). Have take him to practice more
-Horesback riding. My parents have horses, used to enter shows/ride in parades. Not in forever.
-Fishing. Each year I renew my fishing license (fresh+ ocean, + second pole), but I didn't go at all last year (wife freaks out when we go to the islands, she was pregnant, afraid of "complications"). I can set a rig for any fish, catch that fgr too. Used to do trips out in Mexican waters every year also, not since all the bs though (white boy don't want to get caught up in cartel trout).
And following FFNuts lead, a joke...
-I used to kid that my second son was advanced because "he hit the terrible two's early" (though I'm pretty sure he will be advanced, as our eldest).
-I can open a beer bottle with ANYTHING. I used to play this out at parties. People (mostly girls) would bring me their beers to watch what I would do next. It would culminate with me "betting" that I could open the beer with my flip-flops. No one ever believed it could be done with rubbery flips. I'd take one off, smack the top of the beer with it, the cap goes flying, and everyone explodes in a drunken uproar. Little did they know that my "Reef" flips had a bottle opener on the bottom and that I was proficient enough to "hit it" just right every time.
Reminded of more "skeeeeelz".
-Darts, pretty damn good, being modest here.
-Pool. My game is so much better after a few. Forced to concentrate more, fact.
-Foosball. I am God. I masters this at one of our "go-to" pubs, Pickwick's (always played on pops table in the gameroom, as well). Back in the day they had a Foosball table, countless hours on it. I got so good that even the best of 'em couldn't take me, two on one. I had a table at my house for awhile, but I couldn't play on it because I would demolish everyone, then no one wanted to play. "Master Level", the most that 2 players ever scored on me was 3.
-Street Fighter/Marvel vs Capcom. I've been a Street Fighter junkie since the original was released. My friends and I would own so hard at local arcades. We entered tournaments (and won). We'd always stop in on the big arcade in Vegas, just for some quick smashing. More often than not, we'd pick Zangief in the MvC games. Everyone immediately thought they had it easy, scoughing at our choice, but would soon be eating Russian Sausage (our nickname for the spinning pile-driver), taking turns systematically wrecking the next quarter. I can still pick up a controller (when my son or his friends throw out a challenge) and bust out air combos all day. Their confidence shattered. Pretty damn good at Mortal Kombat, Primal Rage, Killer Instinct, etc. RIP Family Fun.
I should stop there. How in the world did my parents have all that time? How did I?