Saturday, May 12, 2007

It's time to pay the price

OK, so seven random things about me, after being tagged by Scurvy and Glyph:

1. I've held a lot of jobs, including landscaping, Chick-Fil-A supervisor, Longhorn Steaks dishwasher, Macaroni Grill waiter, Toys 'R' Us cash register dude and reporter at 10 newspapers and bureaus.

2. If I hadn't burned my hand on a grill while working at Chick-Fil-A in high school, my life may have taken a very different path. That accident set off a chain reaction including drunkenness from a six-pack of Zima, a road trip to Texas and a need to find a job in college that eventually landed me in Hawaii.

3. I don't feel like I'm exceptionally good at poker, but I've had some success because I'm careful with my bankroll and I learned to stop overplaying high pocket pairs.

4. I've been skydiving twice, and it was awesome.

5. I used to hate Wil Wheaton because Wesley Crusher was such a terrible character on Star Trek. I always laughed when a friend of mine talked about how he needed to have a spoon beamed into his heart. ButWil is alright, even if he played a brown-nosing annoying cadet on TV.

6. I went through a phase when I would only use matches to light cigarettes. Ah, random neurosis.

7. If I had to choose between the Braves and UGA winning a championship, I would pick the Braves.

And now I tag you!:

Kuro
Sham
Surf
Slb
ZAPLAB (Heh -- no chance he'll do this)

4 comments:

Raveen said...

jezz 10 newspaper jobs....and LETS GO METS!!!!

Phil said...
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StudioGlyphic said...

I still hate Wesley Crusher, but now I can see that the show never knew what to do with a teenager when they really had a 9-year old in mind. Imagine how much better the character would have been if he'd been a rogue with a dark streak who also happened to be the smartest guy on the ship?

deliverator said...

I still remember the first time I was in Vegas and calling you to tell you that I had just bumped into Wil on the strip. You urged me to go back and kick his ass. Too bad I was not yet drunk enough to do so. And fuck the Mets.