Melts in your mind, not in your eyes.
Well, folks, I finally did it. It took a lot of work, and thousands upon thousands of words, but it’s finished.
Please join me in welcoming my very own ‘101
Things Posts About Me‘ into the world.
And just in time to meet my needlessly contrived, unreasonable goal — this is my ninety-ninth ‘real’ blog post. So I finished the ‘About’ posts just ahead of my hundredth post. Which is all the more
impressive exhausting when you consider that I wrote 74 of those 101 posts between August 29th and now, while still managing a bowlful of blather each and every day here at blog central. That’s seven dozen posts in two weeks, boys and girls. Don’t ever say you get skimped on the verbiage here at my blog site.
All right, that’s enough back-patting for one night. I still owe you a post tonight, so my work here isn’t done yet. Of course, I’m a bit exhausted from the diarrhea of the keyboard that I’ve been experiencing, so maybe I will chintz you, after all. But just a little bit. And possibly I’ll back-pat a little more, too. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with a little self-congratulation now and again.
So, I think I’ll write you a post tonight that will make it easier for you to peruse the 101 Posts, by pointing out some of the entries that have now, looking back, become my favorites. So it’s a win-win situation. I don’t really have to work that hard on this post, which is good, because I’m beat. But you get not just one post, but one hundred and one. And though some of them are crap, I’ll be telling you some of the ones that aren’t. So if you came here looking forward to a post today, you can have ten or twelve or more, instead! Go wild, you crazy dog, you. Of course, if you came here not looking for my posts, then maybe you’re shit outta luck. But I don’t see how copping out on this post with a guided tour sort of thingy really changes that, so I’m gonna ignore you for now. Come back when I can help you with something, would ya?
But for everyone else, here’s a list of my most favorite
things posts about me. I hope you enjoy them, and maybe even one or two of the others, as well. I’ll be back tomorrow, and hopefully with a good idea on how to commemorate this blog’s hundredth post. Any ideas?
What I Did on My Summer Vacation
Things You Never Really Wanted to Know About Me, But Were Afraid I’d Blog Anyway
#6. I have only needed to get six stitches in my life. — A contest, a spill, and a father’s betrayal — or not.
#7. I used my middle name until I was about seven years old. — A child’s journey through hell, and out the other side.
#11. I competed in a regional Spelling Bee when I was eleven years old. — I never had a chance.
#17. When I was seventeen, I DJ’ed for the local college radio station. — Only because I’m proud of my obscure ’80’s band list.
#19. I won a weekend trip for two to Washington, D.C. when I was nineteen. — It ain’t Vegas, baby, but it’ll do.
#35. I once road-tripped from Richmond, VA to Hilton Head, SC, overnight. — My finest automotive moment.
#36. I’ve been skydiving. Twice! — Read about the dizzying descent… or at least the preparations.
#40. I have three jokes that I can drag out for at least an hour apiece. — Just don’t ever ask me to prove it.
#43. I once went whitewater rafting. — Yet another ‘extreme’ sport gone extremely haywire.
#47. I can work the three-star puzzles in Games magazine. Sometimes, anyway. — Okay, so, like, twice.
#53. I learned at least one thing from every class in college. — Can you say the same?
#55. My high school yearbook quote was a Husker Du song lyric. — I know you don’t care. Read it anyway.
#56. I broke my nose playing softball. — Meaningless runs count just like all the others, you know.
#62. I have walked through the underground catacombs of Paris. — This one’s kinda artsy and shit. No, really.
#65. I once peed on the exact geographical center of the state of Kentucky. — That’s not quite what I meant…
#72. I would much rather be too cold than too hot. — It’s all about the comfort, man.
#78. I always believed that people were essentially good. Until kindergarten, that is. — It really is a cruel, cruel world.
#85. I’ve been placed under anesthesia exactly once. I had seven teeth removed. — It’s a miracle they ever woke me up.
#88. The worst physical pain I’ve ever endured was dislocating my shoulder. Twice. — The worst before writing all these damned posts, anyway.
#91. I am an only child. (Explains a lot, doesn’t it?) — Wherein I tell you more than you really need to know.
#98. The worst movie I ever paid to see was ‘Nothing But Trouble’. — Even free, it’s not worth the money.
#99. I have a soft spot for cows. — Not that you needed to know, but it’s embarrassing, so you’ll like it.
#100. I have a small chunk of pencil lead embedded in my right knee. — C’mon, you wanna know how it got there, don’t you?
#101. I have absolutely, positively zero regrets. — Because we all need one to grow on.
Well, there you are, folks. The two dozen most interesting — or perhaps most entertaining in their exposing of my foibles — things about me, as rated by… me! Maybe you like these, too. Maybe you like different ones, instead. Or maybe you hate them all. Whatever. (At least if you hate them all, then you read them all. And that’s good enough for me right now.) Anyway, I hope you find at least one that you enjoy out of the list above, and that you’ll decide to read more on your own. And believe me, there are plenty more where those came from. Go see for yourself.Permalink | No Comments