Katie Schwartz provided badly needed focus by hitting me with this tag. Here are the rules:
1. All right, here are the rules.
2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
4. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
5. 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.
See, now, here's the thing: Katie and Coaster Punchman both had such wonderful responses, full of trampoline sex and nipple horror, that I know my own responses can't fail to be humdrum in comparison.
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8 Things
1- I have an inexplicable fascination with New Orleans, and still think about living there when I retire.
2- I'm an art school dropout (twice, really, I dropped out of Columbia College and UIC.)
3- I was born with a vestigial tail. Actually, just a small fleshy nub, not a full tail.
4- I love Mexican border towns.
5- It took me 22 years to finish my degree. And now I'm going back for an MBA starting in September.
6- The sight and smell of stuffed green peppers makes me gag. It's a leftover response from my childhood, being forced to eat the one thing my parents cooked that I absolutely couldn't stand.
7- I love driving and road trips, but I hate cars. I've never had a car that I loved, in the sense that so many guys love their cars. It's just a way to get from here to there, hopefully on the cheap, and I'd just as soon be riding a bicycle or walking.
8- I'm training to run my third Chicago Marathon.
There you have it.
I tag everyone on the planet.
2- I'm an art school dropout (twice, really, I dropped out of Columbia College and UIC.)
3- I was born with a vestigial tail. Actually, just a small fleshy nub, not a full tail.
4- I love Mexican border towns.
5- It took me 22 years to finish my degree. And now I'm going back for an MBA starting in September.
6- The sight and smell of stuffed green peppers makes me gag. It's a leftover response from my childhood, being forced to eat the one thing my parents cooked that I absolutely couldn't stand.
7- I love driving and road trips, but I hate cars. I've never had a car that I loved, in the sense that so many guys love their cars. It's just a way to get from here to there, hopefully on the cheap, and I'd just as soon be riding a bicycle or walking.
8- I'm training to run my third Chicago Marathon.
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There you have it.
I tag everyone on the planet.
10 comments:
Ah, a fellow green pepper hater. Not only do they taste bad, but they pollute the taste of any dish they are cooked in.
That's the funny thing, Mike--I like green peppers cooked with onions in a roux, or used as a flavoring agent (although I use red peppers much more often) and I like them in lots of other dishes. There's just something about the combination of green pepper with ground beef and tomatoes and whatever seasoning my folks used, that literally gags me.
I'm with bubs, I like some things made with green peppers, if they are chopped finely and cooked with other things, but big fleshy hunks of cooked (or raw) grren pepper set off the gag reflex.
It took me close to 20 years to finish my degree too, perhaps we were separated at birth?
Well, my bad experience as a child was with my mom's dish of Spanish rice, which had tomatoes and ground beef in it as well -- maybe a similar taste explosion to your childhood trauma.
I still stand by my original comment that green peppers are the vegetable of Satan.
I think yellow and red peppers are great, though.
Neat!
I'm the same when it comes to cars. I could care less about them, but I love road trips.
I want pictures of the tail. You'll love "Geek Love" - be sure to read it before you start your MBA.
Although I don't necessarily gag on them, I've never understood the appeal of those stuffed green peppers. I can pretty do without the flavor of a green pepper, period.
I currently love my car. It's a station wagon big enough for dogs & kids, neither of which I currently have.
What's weird about stuffed peppers is that like you, I hated them as a kid. In my twenties, I suddenly started liking them.
I still hate rutabaga and parsnips, though.
2- I'm an art school dropout (twice, really, I dropped out of Columbia College and UIC.)
If you were British, you'd have gone on to form a great punk or new wave band.
Or maybe you got confused, and joined the wrong Police.
I second Coaster Punchman's motion: We need photos of that cute li'l tail. As a double art-school dropout, you should be comfortable sharing it with us.
I also second CP's motion that you read Geek Love; it's wonderful ... and so up your alley.
I love my Hondas only because I never have to think about them because they run as well as the day I bought them.
I hope your tail is okay.
Art school dropout twice, eh? Have you seen "Art School Confidential," yet?
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