What's the oldest piece of clothing you still own and wear?

This is a great question! :D
The one thing I still have (and wear) is my 1992 Napalm Death "Campaign for Musical Destruction" longsleeve tour shirt, with all the concert dates listed down the sleeve (Toronto - September 26.) It's seen better days but I still wear it around the house sometimes despite its frayed cuffs and myriad holes.

Go on, ask another - I dare you.

What were you most afraid of as a little kid and how did you get over it?

Oh boy, that's a good question. I'm tempted to say sharks (thank you so much, Mr. Spielberg), but my only distinct, real-world fear that I can recall was of wasps - stung by a whole nest of 'em when I was 12 - never really got over it, either: I don't run screaming in fear at the sight of them, but fat chance that anything with a stinger is ever going to get close enough to land on ME again!

Go on, ask another - I dare you.

What's the oldest piece of clothing you still own and wear?

This is a great question! :D
The one thing I still have (and wear) is my 1992 Napalm Death "Campaign for Musical Destruction" longsleeve tour shirt, with all the concert dates listed down the sleeve (Toronto - September 26.) It's seen better days but I still wear it around the house sometimes despite its frayed cuffs and myriad holes.

Go on, ask another - I dare you.

Who do you think should be the next president of the United States?

Bruce, the mechanical shark from the film, Jaws.

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Would you rather swim in a pool or the ocean?

All things being equal I don't have a preference - but I *am* phobic of sharks.

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Commodus 64?

Thousands of years before the WWF, the emperor Commodus gathered all the dwarfs, cripples, and freaks his guards could locate around Rome and had them dragged over to the Colosseum. There they were all given meat cleavers and commanded to hack each other to death. [this factoid via the Useless Knowledge gadget at Duoclam.com]

It occurred to me when I read this that, given the way TV is going, what with the popularity of "extreme" (read: blood) sports, it's only a matter of maybe another couple of generations (if we all should live so long) before the next big reality TV phenomenon is a literal atrocity a la Commodus.

If Stephen Hawking payed you $10,000 to kill Oprah, would you do it?

I would take the money and run; unless that chair of his is seriously tricked out, there's no way he'd catch me.

(Is that all there is?)