Sure, we’ve played this kind of game before, you and I, but who’s not interested in more useless SOG trivia?
Correct: most of you.
But for those of you sticking around anyway, here’s how it works:
- Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
- Share seven facts about yourself in the post.
- Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
- Let them know they’ve been tagged.
Ok. Simple enough. So, 7 things I think you may or may not want to know about me, in no particular order, are:
- While I sadly can’t grow Dave’s afro, my hair is unique both in that it has been described as “a color not found in nature” and that it is one massive cowlick. So while the Jules look is beyond me, the Christopher Walken look is not.
- While I was born and raised as a Red Sox fan, I was more or less indifferent to baseball growing up. So yes, there’s hope for you too.
- I wanted to be a marine biologist as a kid – watching tons of Jacques Cousteau specials and even going to camp for it (don’t start) – until I learned that marine biology isn’t just diving and seeing sharks. Once I heard that much of the work consists of tedious population counting, chemistry analyses of bottom sediments, etc and that dissection was a fundamental part of the curriculum, I was out like scout.
- I can’t write in cursive any more. My handwriting was so poor that I was asked to go back to printing sometime in elementary school, and as a result, script is now beyond me. My signature is essentially nothing more than a practiced scrawl.
- While I’ve dislocated fingers, cracked a rib, have bone chips in one elbow, “fluid and particulate matter” in one shoulder, crushed at least four of my toes and am desperately seeking elective Tommy John surgery, I’ve never broken a major bone or torn a major tendon or ligament. Despite being placed in situations where I probably should have. And yes, I will now knock on wood.
- My crowning literary achievement – still – was a story I wrote called “Getting on to Noon.” While it was published at one point in a now defunct online journal, it was some not uncomplimentary comments from that Jim Shepard – my professor at the time – that I remember most fondly. Still have them, actually, somewhere.
- Most of you know that I wear a hat. A lot. What you probably don’t know is that I’ve worn a hat close to every day of my life since I attended my first game at Fenway and came home with a corduroy Sox hat that was lost years later in an unfortunate incident that you should ask me about over beers. All of the Sox hats I wear these days are purchased only at the source: Fenway Park.
Last, my choices for victims. Sorry folks (I’m not really sorry).
Corey Gilmore (blog | twitter): If you’ve listened to LoDo Conversations – and speaking of, what’s up with the hiatus? – you’ll understand this selection. If you haven’t, ask him about his plumbing problems or experience with human hair mustaches.
Sara Dornsife (blog | twitter): Not just because she’s undoubtedly looking for inspiration for her next blog entry, but because said blog entry will be interesting with a high probability of being hilarious.