Okay. I'll play. I've been tagged by Cooper over at SuperConductor. Apparently the rules of this silly game are to reveal eight odd facts about yourself. I can do that.
1. I absolutely cannot grasp the importance of lowering a toilet seat or making a bed.
2. New York Cheesecake. Plain. Any adulteration is heresy.
3. My iTunes playlist has Jazz, Classical, Rock, Rap, Blues, Motown, Country, and Gregorian Chants. Sometimes I listen to ZZ Top in between Beethoven and Pete Fountain, all with equal enthusiasm.
4. I sing along with every song Aretha Franklin sings - especially Freeway of Love. I am a rotten singer.
5. I have 25 Hawaiian shirts - two with pink flamingoes.
6. I married my high school sweetheart, 26 years ago. Still married.
7. My personal heroes are Albert Einstein and Dave Barry.
8. I never watch commercials except during the SuperBowl.
There's more, but this is a family blog.
Tagging: baxtrice, timmargh, digital cowboy
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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3 comments:
You bastage!
I would like to direct this to the distinguished members of the panel: You lousy corksuckers. You have violated my farging rights. Dis somanumbatching country was founded so that the liberties of common patriotic citizens like me could not be taken away by a bunch of fargin iceholes... like yourselves.
And now you "tag" me.
You fargin' sneaky bastage. I'm gonna take your dwork. I'm gonna nail it to the wall. I'm gonna crush your boils in a meat grinder. I'm gonna cut off your arms. I'm gonna shove 'em up your icehole. Dirty son-a-ma-batches. My own club!
On a note only slightly more serious, I was reading your eight facts and thinkin', "No wonder I read this guy's blog. He's a lot like me."
Be afraid of that. Be very afraid.
Well, OK. You pretty much lost me on 4, 5 and 6 except that I am also a rotten singer. But the other 62.5% is scary close.
I've been nagged a couple times recently about the fact that I haven't updated my blog in a looong time. So your timing is good.
For you... I will do this thing. Namaste.
P.S. I recently found myself in the (recently unusual) situation of shopping for beer in front of a well stocked case of choices. I saw a number of IPAs and - honest to God - thought, "What would Rip Ragged do here?" Alas, I didn't have your number, so I ended up choosing a seasonal Sam Adams instead. It was quite good but I can't help wondering what might have been.
DC ---
It is almost impossible to buy bad IPA.
I have not yet achieved that.
I would have purchased based on a cool name/package.
Namaste?
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