In accordance with the most ancient and hallowed Rules of the Internet (no doubt this is just what DARPA was thinking of in 1969), and at the behest of Kim, I herewith post seven random and little-known facts about myself.
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There is a smiley face tattooed on my left shoulder.
I once took Valium prescribed to a dog -- not even my own dog -- to quell an anxiety attack.
Hair grows from my ears lately. It's hard to find a barber who will take care of it without being asked. It's one of those barber skills that just doesn't make it to the front window of the shop, and you can't just wander in and inquire because that's not how it's done.
In 1974 my parents rushed us home from camping upstate in order to watch Nixon resign. I was five, but I knew deep in my heart we would never have such a bad president again.
^ I was wrong. <-- That's a freebie.
All of my fingers bear at least one scar. Because I'm clumsy.
I was a Boy Scout for six years and learned only one knot.
My second cousin was passing out small plates of mince pie at Christmas when I was about six, and, overburdened, put a slice down on the mince-colored couch. I sat on it seconds later in my nice slacks -- a word I had learned that very morning -- and my! the hilarity when we finally found out where my cousin had put that pie. I find the word slacks embarrassing to this day.
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And in accordance with said rules, let's hear it from WCS, Viaggiatore, and Jayne.
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There is a smiley face tattooed on my left shoulder.
I once took Valium prescribed to a dog -- not even my own dog -- to quell an anxiety attack.
Hair grows from my ears lately. It's hard to find a barber who will take care of it without being asked. It's one of those barber skills that just doesn't make it to the front window of the shop, and you can't just wander in and inquire because that's not how it's done.
In 1974 my parents rushed us home from camping upstate in order to watch Nixon resign. I was five, but I knew deep in my heart we would never have such a bad president again.
^ I was wrong. <-- That's a freebie.
All of my fingers bear at least one scar. Because I'm clumsy.
I was a Boy Scout for six years and learned only one knot.
My second cousin was passing out small plates of mince pie at Christmas when I was about six, and, overburdened, put a slice down on the mince-colored couch. I sat on it seconds later in my nice slacks -- a word I had learned that very morning -- and my! the hilarity when we finally found out where my cousin had put that pie. I find the word slacks embarrassing to this day.
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And in accordance with said rules, let's hear it from WCS, Viaggiatore, and Jayne.
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