Question of the Week suggestions
Each week we ask a question. The idea is to generate material that's:
* interesting to read, i.e. we won't get bored of reading the answers after about 10 of them
* not been asked on this site before
* fun to answer
What would you like to ask? (We've left this question open - so feel free to drop in ideas anytime.)
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:01)
Each week we ask a question. The idea is to generate material that's:
* interesting to read, i.e. we won't get bored of reading the answers after about 10 of them
* not been asked on this site before
* fun to answer
What would you like to ask? (We've left this question open - so feel free to drop in ideas anytime.)
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:01)
« Go Back
Guilt
When was the last time you felt reeeeeeeeeeeally guilty? Guilty like the proper Megashit you are?
( , Tue 16 Sep 2008, 23:58, 1 reply, 16 years ago)
When was the last time you felt reeeeeeeeeeeally guilty? Guilty like the proper Megashit you are?
( , Tue 16 Sep 2008, 23:58, 1 reply, 16 years ago)
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeally guilty?
I'm generally a fairly nice person, so there isn't actually much. But I can remember one with scary clarity:
Background: I fly power kites. For those who don't know, these are large, powerful (dur) kites that can be used, amongst other things, to jump quite high in the air...
I was at night-flying festival a while back for children in need. Basically, you stuck lights on your kite and paid for the privelidge of doing what you would do anyway in the daytime. I was flying happily fairly close to where some small children were playing. I went into a jump about 20ft away from them.
I expected to go about 10ft. Mother nature thought otherwise, and along came a powerful gust. I'm now flying toward the (oblivious) kids, with my legs stretched out in front of me in a perfect Jackie Chan/Matrix flying drop kick.
Until both feet collided with the side of a three year old girl's head.
Who wouldn't stop crying.
All evening.
Who would then scream when she saw me.
Then cry some more. Annoying her dad, who was recovering from a major operation.
Erk.
( , Mon 22 Sep 2008, 17:43, Reply)
I'm generally a fairly nice person, so there isn't actually much. But I can remember one with scary clarity:
Background: I fly power kites. For those who don't know, these are large, powerful (dur) kites that can be used, amongst other things, to jump quite high in the air...
I was at night-flying festival a while back for children in need. Basically, you stuck lights on your kite and paid for the privelidge of doing what you would do anyway in the daytime. I was flying happily fairly close to where some small children were playing. I went into a jump about 20ft away from them.
I expected to go about 10ft. Mother nature thought otherwise, and along came a powerful gust. I'm now flying toward the (oblivious) kids, with my legs stretched out in front of me in a perfect Jackie Chan/Matrix flying drop kick.
Until both feet collided with the side of a three year old girl's head.
Who wouldn't stop crying.
All evening.
Who would then scream when she saw me.
Then cry some more. Annoying her dad, who was recovering from a major operation.
Erk.
( , Mon 22 Sep 2008, 17:43, Reply)
« Go Back