Seven Things You Probably Didn’t Know About Me

My life, such as it is, is pretty much an open book. I’m not a very complicated person, so I don’t know if I can find seven things that the average reader of this blog probably doesn’t know about me.

Still, that’s no reason not to try. So, here we go.

  1. I’ve had two jobs that didn’t pay me. After the first, I swore that if an employer didn’t pay me again, I would quit, but this last time they laid me off before I found out that I wasn’t getting paid. The most recent company swears that they’re trying to get me my money, but I’m not going to hold my breath.

  2. I hated country music from the first time I heard Billy Ray (father of Miley) Cyrus until Elizabeth Campbell sent me a CD full of the good stuff. So now the only kind of music I don’t like is “New Country”. And Schönberg. Der Mondfleck sucks.

  3. I know enough Visual Basic to write a compiler for it, but you will never ever see it on any of my resumes. Ever! My policy is to only put on my resume things that I would enjoy working with on a day-to-day basis, and VB definitely isn’t one of those things.

  4. I am almost every link but for one in the first 5 pages of Google results for “Blake Winton”. I guess that’s one of the benefits of being on the Internet for 17 years. (Well, kinda. Amy has been online as long as I have, but doesn’t show up until page 8 of the results for her name, mainly because of the Unicorns-riding-fairies artist who shares her name.)

  5. There’s a quarter of a cow in our downstairs freezer. Well, quite a bit less now that Amy and I have eaten a bunch of it. We split half a cow with some friends, and it arrived pre-chopped up, so we’ve been having at least one beef dinner per week, and often two.

  6. I download, watch, and enjoy, American Idol. Less so, now that we’re out of the “Simon says snarky things to really bad singers”, and into the “Simon says snarky things to Ryan”, but it’s still enjoyable. (Go Alexis Grace!)

  7. My first hard drive wasn’t actually 5 Meg, as I like to claim. My father bought two hard drives, and took the 5 Meg one to the office, leaving the 10 Meg one at home. The story about having 11 Meg of RAM is true, though.

Okay, that’s my seven. There were a few more I could think of, but I’m glad David didn’t run across the 25-things-about-you version, since then I would have had no choice but to resort to things you probably don’t want to know about me.

In the tradition of disbelieving in bad luck, I will now tag no-one, thus breaking the chain. (Although, if any of you are feeling verbose, feel free to pick up the meme and post a list of your own.)