D'oh. D'oh d'oh d'oh d'oh. Poo. Crap. 

22 Jan 2007

The Patriots just lost, ruining what was a pretty good weekend.

Rather than dwell on that, my friend Liz from back at the Reg tagged me with the whole "write 5 things that people don't know about you" meme. So I gotta give it a shot, which isn't easy, given that I'll pretty much share damn near anything with people if they ask me ... or in many cases, even if they ask me not to.

Here goes.

Umm ...

Hmm ...
1)  Ok, maybe this one. I don't cry easily, but I get watery eyes and throat lumpyness extremely easily. Like, you know, when watching the comeback in Major League. Seriously. In comparison, each time I've broken bones (my nose, my thumb, and my pinky), I didn't even know they were broken for long periods of time (10 minutes, 2 days, and like 1 month, respectively). Not a tear or even a watery eye.

But show me the last 10 minutes of Little Giants and I'll be all choked up.

Maybe that helps me figure out number 2.
2) I have a pretty high tolerance for pain. I'm not sure if it's some sort of genetic thing, or physiological, or simply my own insanity.

Going back to movies ...

3) I have no problem with violence in movies, except in two cases: against kids or against animals. You can chop off heads in horror movies, or slice people in half, or have them burned alive, and I generally won't bat an eyelash. Shoot a kid? I'm halfway to shutting off the movie. The last movie I can remember the violated the code was Project X (which I've still never seen the end of). Face/Off came close, but they only killed one kid, so somehow that was ok.

4) I pick. I pick everything. If there's a weird bump, or pimple, or scab on me, I'll find it (usually without even thinking about it) and scratch it off. Don't even realize I'm doing it. I'm just predetermined to seek out a bumpless existence. Worse yet, I do it *to other people.* Seriously.

Hmm ... number five. Let's see.

5) I think I'm abnormally patient or maybe understanding of people who work checkout lines or are waitstaff. Even if they're awful and are ruining my day, I generally can't bring myself to be confrontational or complain. Even if they deserve to be yelled at and punched in the back of the head, I'll generally apologize as if it was my fault and leave them thinking they were in the right.

Maybe I can summarize this one: I'm a giant wussy douche.

Now I'm supposed to tag five other people, but I don't even know five other people with actual blogs, so I'll tag the two I do know: Mindy and Julie. Oh, and I could actually tag Brett, too.

Wow, I've almost completely forgotten about the Patriots losing. Or not. They smell like fish.