“Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them; no tag backs. This explanation should be included.”
- I am unable to wink. When I try to wink, I manage to close one eyelid while the other lid mostly closes and flutters. It almost looks as if I’m having a seizure. Every once in awhile after lots of deliberate attempts I will pull of a vague approximation of a normal human wink. This victory is short-lived.
makes fun of this handicap.
- When I was young, I was out on Lake Hopatcong with my dad and Uncle Johnny in our 12′ fiberglass rowboat. This boat happened to have a 10hp engine, which was likely way too much for such a small boat. Anyway, we were cruising along at full speed when we hit a large wave, throwing everyone out of the boat. The boat ran around at full speed in a widening approximation of a circle. The boat kept passing me, getting closer at each pass.. Eventually a passing boat pulled me out of the water, and it was discovered I had a nasty gash on my ankle, going to the bone. To this day, I maintain that the boat hit me while I was in the water and it was the boat motor which made the gash. My dad thinks I cut my ankle on one of the fishing rod holders on the boat when I was flying out of the boat.
- When I first got to RIT, I had one of the small single rooms in Sol Heumann… (TMI ALERT) I tend to prefer sleeping sans-pajamas, and since I had a private room, I did so. One night there was a fire alarm in the building which I guess didn’t wake me up, and the female RA let herself into the room to wake me up. I jumped out of bed, buck-ass naked, giving her quite a show.
- I had a Catholic baptism as a baby, went to church and catechism as a boy (
even taught some of the classes), and was on track to be a good little fucked up Catholic. But before my First Communion I mentioned to my mother that I didn’t want to bite god (receive the host), and my parents decided to remove me from catechism and let me make up my own mind when I was older. Clearly, even as a child I recognized that eating the flesh of Christ was not only creepy but also dangerous!
- I can point my big toes directly towards each other (90 degrees from the way your feet are supposed to point) and walk forward. My orthopedist told me I was “triple-jointed”, which I assume means “REALLY double-jointed”.
- I tried eggs again last weekend, I’m still not a fan.