Following the lead of numerous blogging friends (including noted campfire singalong lover Craigers and potential lurker Mosesface), here are 25 things about me, more or less.
(2) If I have a son someday, Baby will have to fight me to keep his middle name from being Texas.
(3) I am jealous of ethnic and religious groups that get to wear distinctive outfits. Occupations, too.
(4) I would wear the same clothes every day if I thought nobody would notice.
(5) I look forward to thinking about things (aka daydreaming), and plan particular times and places to do so.
(6) I am very good at putting babies to bed.
(7) I have no piercings or tattoos.
(8) However, I did get my left nipple pierced when I was 18.
(9) It was mostly because I wanted to see people's reactions.
(10) I'm not the kind of person who does things just for reactions.
(11) The piercing emigrated.
(12) I have decided I might get a tattoo if I like the same idea for a year.
(13) I got an idea a couple weeks ago.
(13b) Have you seen kids these days with their tattoos?
(13c) It's like they show up to college as 18-year-olds with all kinds of shit already inked on their bodies.
(13d) Grow up a little before you start committing to that kind of thing!
(14) I enjoy flying in planes, and I love turbulence.
(15) I get all my nutrients and water from eucalyptus leaves.
(16) I have recurring daydreams about mass transit coordination and stoplight sequencing.
(17) I am allergic to many uncooked fruits: apples, bananas, peaches, pears, oranges, and avocados, as well as some nuts. I have also developed an allergy to uncooked soy -- tofu is okay, but soy milk makes my throat swell up, even in coffee.
(18) My blog pseudonym is a reference to the movie "Real Genius," and it is not misspelled.
(19) I have been to the steam tunnels under Caltech. The significance of this will be evident if you have seen Real Genius.
(20) I have a photo credit for an album cover.
(21) I work with somebody named Jay Kay and another named Kay Jay. They have never met.
(22) I met Baby during my senior year of high school. In our first conversation, she told me I looked like Bob Dylan; I asked a friend what Dylan looked like and he told me he was an old Jewish guy. A few months later, we ran into one another again, and she told me she was moving to Austin. She gave me her mom's phone number, but I didn't call her because I am generally afraid of other people's parents.
(23) When I was thinner and before I realized that washing my hair every day makes it highly voluminous, I looked vaguely like Bob Dylan from the cover of Nashville Skyline.
(24) I often imagine that it would be wonderful to shave my head.
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oh, chase. after 16 years you should know me better -- i never lurk.
ReplyDeletenow quit playing koala and come put my baby to bed.
I saw Real Genius about two weeks ago and almost lost my shit when the professor said "The young people enjoy it when I get down verbally." More importantly, has anyone ever wondered why the little car is at the top of the tunnel when whatshisface discovers the secret passage? I mean the crazy dude is already at the bottom! C'mon!
ReplyDeleteCraig, it's also weird that Lazlo doesn't hear the thing coming down.
ReplyDeleteChase, this may help with #3: http://plainlydressed.com/. Or have you already forgotten?