- All right, here are the rules.
- We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
- Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
- People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
- At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
So I guess I owe you SIXTEEN fascinating facts about yours truly.
This could take a while.
Check back in a bit.
OK, Here We Go… Slowly:
- When I was young, my most common nightmare involved the Joker and the parking lot of Six Flags Over Georgia. Each time, I would be walking across the parking lot with my middle brother and I would see the Joker popping up in the rear windows of cars, laughing crazily, and I just knew that he was after me. Perhaps because, unbeknownst to me, I was the Batman!
- I am very difficult to fit for casual shirts. For dress shirts, my measurements are 16 1/2 – 32/33, and I have a 42 inch chest, which I believe qualifies me for an “athletic build” although I haven’t had one of those, even remotely, in several years. I should work on that. Anyway, the point is that if I buy a Medium shirt, the neck is too tight, and if I buy a large shirt, the arms are too long. I suppose my dreams of strutting on the runway will never come true.
- On my pre-wedding, final days of independence road trip with Tom, we drove from Montgomery, Alabama to Louisville, Kentucky to Gary, Indiana to Chicago, Illinois to Mephis, Tennessee and then back home.
Stops that stick in my memory include: Jellystone, the National Corvette Museum, $13 for 30 minutes parking in the windy city, the Jack Daniels Distillery, Bearno’s by the Bridge, and taking photos outside of the Boobie Bungalow.
- Of late, with regard to beer, I’ve primarily been purchasing Redhook IPA and Redhook ESB. They’re tasty microbrews and the best part is that a 12-pack is only $11, which brings them about $2-3 less than some of the other delightful beers I might otherwise purchase with my hard-won funds. Sure, I could get a 496-pack of Coors for $11, but I’d sooner follow in the steps of our dog Sydney and eat my own poo.
- I own 5 guitars: a G&L Legacy six-string electric, a Landola DL-36 (handmade six-string acoustic I bought when I lived in Finland), an Ibanez electric bass (too lazy to look for the model number), a Takamine electric/acoustic six-string cutaway, and a Baby Taylor for traveling. In fact, our house is full of instruments, also to include a banjo, a clarinet, a euphonium, and a piano.
- I’m still friends with my high school Spanish teacher. Although, it’s been a couple of years since I called her… I should probably do that. Hard to believe that friendship began almost 20 years ago. I’m old.
- I, for reasons that continue to be inexplicable to me, find the ending of “Deep Impact” moving. I just noticed it again tonight watching it on HD. I assume it has something to do with the whole idea of sacrificing for the ones you love, for your children. I don’t think I found it moving when it first came out (before I had my wee Fiona and my wee Ewan).
- I firmly believe The Goo Goo Dolls began to suck right around the time you heard of them.
- I won’t jump off of diving boards.
- I am trying to track down that episode of the The Six Million Dollar Man in which he battles some pyramidal, multi-armed robot, but Google doesn’t seem to know what I am talking about. However, I did find these:
- At lunch today, I was a bit disturbed by three twenty-somethings discussing how rich one of them was going to be now that her parents had died and she was executor of the will. I started to contemplate that maybe (a) I was hearing a murder confession or (b) they wanted people to think they had been up to no good, but I instead chalked it up to (c) their being immature and spolied Paris-Hilton-wannabes.
- I think I’ve given more than enough. That’s all folks!
* Say, did you notice that Patrick has me as his last tag and Brent has me as his first? That reminds me of that “the first shall be last” Biblical stuff. Myths have staying power!