Seven facts meme:
As passed on to me by Nathan:
No, I don’t tag people, so that’s out. The idea was to list seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
- I have had *terrible* sleeping situations for a LONG time. Lots of insomnia, dozing off at odd times, low energy, even fibromyalgia coming up when the stuff has been really kicking my butt. I have some contributing medical stuff - pretty serious ones - that I try to ameliorate with things like a CPAP, ADD drugs and whatnot, but there’s never been a central push-this-button source or cure. I doubt there ever will be. I so wish there was one.
- I have a can of SPAM in my home office - a wedding present from friends who said “may your marriage last as long as this can of SPAM’. Yes, I can eat SPAM, but no, I won’t eat this one. Since we were married in 1994, you can guess how old the can is. Yes, Susan thinks I should toss the silly can, but to me, that would be the ultimate in Bad Luck behaviour.
- I love good and fun surprises. I hate and loathe bad ones.
- The quickest way I know of to hack me off and send me into a really serious mad is to vehemently accuse me of doing something wrong that I didn’t do. I can take all sorts of ‘you screwed up’ for things I did do, but screaming at me for losing your widget when (a) you mislaid it, and (b) it’s in your pocket, idiot is a quick path to have me expose you to the raw edges of my temper. Most probably, it’s derivative of past experiences as a kid from the parental units, most especially Daddykins, who had a explosive temper, a ready fist, and a instinct to take out his wrath on whatever was closest. (In general, however, I’m very mild mannered.)
- While I’m a big softie for animals, I’d be just as happy to never have pets. I can’t deal with animal abuse at all, I know what a disorganized peabrain that I am about some things and I see situations all the time where people adopt pets and never connect with the idea of long-term care for the pet being required. Unlike Susan, I don’t have a Need for animals, and the responsibility of taking care of them would be serious drudge-work to me, drudge-work I got a real belly-full from my days mucking out my mom’s dogs. I just know my limits.
- I’m a huge gourmand, and a lousy cook. It’s more that I simply don’t have any kind of aptitude for cooking.
- Sitting me down with a sitcom is a sure way to bore me to death. My comedic direction is more the dry British stuff, or zanier Pythonesque stuff. On the other hand, some broader stuff, like the movie USED CARS gets me good. On the third hand, if all it is is bizarro world stuff for bizarro sake, like much of David Lynch (especially ON THE AIR) you will lose me as well. Hope that helps?