Eight Things About Myself
So. Matt tagged me for a meme in the comments section of a earlier post. I took a look at what it was all about and found the concept intriguing enough to start a draft post. I’ll only be doing half of a meme tho. Would that be a ‘me’?
Rules
“Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.�
I’ll be listing eight facts/habits about myself but I wont be tagging anyone asking them to read my blog. See #8 why.
fact one
At the precious age of nine, I ran across the street without looking both ways. Unfortunately for me, I got run down by a car. Unfortunately for everyone in this world, I survived.
fact two
I enrolled in college with the intention to become a psychologist. Fortunately for me, I realized I was a better programmer than a psychologist. Fortunately for everyone in this world, I am a programmer rather than a psychologist.
fact three
Once I latch upon a theme in a conversation or a conversation piece, I will proceed to mercilessly beat that horse well beyond ‘dead’ and more like ‘nothing but a bloody pulp’. Fortunately for me, it’s hilarious. Unfortunately for everyone in this world, it’s not as funny as I think it should be.
fact four
Unfortunately, ‘Fortunately’ is not one of my favorite words.
fact five
I still dont use a RSS reader to check my bloglist.
fact sixÂ
My first crush was this boy in seventh grade P.E. class. He had an tattoo, which I thought was awesome.
fact seven
I’m getting tired of thinking of facts that are worth sharing with everyone who reads this.
fact eight
On principle, I never mass-forward emails, or participate “send this to everyone you know” internet hoo-haa. This is no exception, and so this particular meme thread will end right here at this blog.
Crisco. It’s what for dinner.
tim: that guy might be scoring truckloads of chicks
p: i’d say taht whatever that guy deals with its probably measured in truckloads
tim: “need… more… CRISCO!”
p: jesus
p: im gonna hurl
p: i bet he just puts an entire stick of right guard under each armpit flap
p: and it just oozes around all day
tim: haha
tim: at least its hygenic
p: you’re always looking at the positive side of things tim
p: thats 1 of the things i like about you
p: hah
tim: my middle name is “sunny side”
p: lol
p: its not “sunny side up”?
tim: naw
tim: wouldnt fit on the form
Running Log
Jeremy and I took a little saunter down the coast of the Atlantic, from Rehoboth, through the quiet town of Dewey Beach and then down the highway to the state park and back. Don’t have a pedometer layout link handy but it was about seven miles in a hour.
Today’s route: 7.0 miles, 59min 56sec.
names changed to protect the innocent
tim: hey. didnt hear from you yesterday, everything cool?
p: yeah everything is cool. seems like i’ve had something going on every night this week. usually a lot [of] drinking involved.
tim: live fast and leave a pretty corpse kind of thing?
p: i dunno how pretty the corpse is gonna be but yeah i’ve been in the fast lane for a while now it seems…
tim: u go, boy!
p: i’ve been trying to stay the fuck home but shit keeps coming up. tonight i’m staying home after the gym though & doing laundry.
tim: nothing like lack of clean underwear to reel in the reckless.
p: that and the desire to stop making an ass out of myself in public. i think i made out with a old friend in from out of town last nite…
p: he’s not gay & didn’t know i was till last nite…
tim: so how do two supposedly straight guys end up making out with each other?
Running Log
Dare I say, that 8-miles are becoming almost routine? Only four months ago, I would have recoiled in horror at the thought of having to sustain a running pace for eight-miles.
Now as I wound my way through the darkened streets of D.C., along the shimmering waters of the Potomac, swinging around the Jefferson Memorial, the straight-line run down the National Mall, noting with bemusement a game of flag-football being played in the dark by a bunch of guys wearing glow sticks for headbands, and a football wrapped in luminscent tape sailing through the dark sky. Reaching the Capitol, I veer left and head up Massachusetts Ave towards home. And it was rather… fun. I didn’t struggle at all, and instead had a wonderful evening run.
Today’s route: 7.9 miles, 1hr 10m.
Three months and some…
It was with unexepected, but yet expected shock that I noted on my Countdown Calendar that I have just little over three months before I’m supposed to bid D.C. farewell and Make My Way Westward.
Gosh. I’ve gotten so little done in terms of preparations for my move. I kept thinking I had plenty of time to get around to them. Now that “plenty” is looking more like “inadequate” with every passing day.
I’m so going to get started on this shit. Tomorrow.
Running Log
I was pretty sure I’d break 10 miles with this route I made up on the fly, but came up a bit short. The run felt good, I didn’t feel like I was struggling at any point. So most definitely gotta bump up the mileage.
Today’s route: 9.6miles, 1hr 33min.
Shirley Temple
So, sometime last week I was texting back and forth with a friend - I had to bail on some plans we’d made and while apologizing, I made some sort of comment about buying him drinks to make up. He replied back quickly, “Only if we drink together.” Not quite realizing I was on this teetotaling thing, I fired back saying “Deal!”.
Thirty seconds later when it occured to me that I couldnt drink, I followed up with a “No wait! I can’t drink, I’ll have to have a O’Douls or something like that!”
Its times like that that I wish I didn’t quit drinking. Getting together with a friend at some bar and just have a drink and some conversation. Pretty much the whole point of social boozing.
Anyway, I made good on my promise - we got together at Bar Pilar. He had a stoli and cranberry. I said to him, I really didn’t want to drink O’Douls. Drinking non-alcoholic beer is just… plain wrong.
I then remembered back when I was really young, my dad would sometimes “take the boys out” to give my mom a break. Dad would get me and my brother strapped in the car and then head down to the local bar, called Jimmy’s. He’d set me up with a shirley temple and give me some quarters to go play Donkey Kong or Ms. Pac-Man. Once my brother and I finished up our drink and lost all the lives our quarters could buy us, it’d be time to go back home and to bed.
I told the bartender I wanted a shirley temple. She looked first at my friend with an is-he-serious expression, before looking at me. I nodded in affirmation. She shrugs her shoulders, mixes up the drink and places it in front of me.
I took a sip. And it tasted exactly the same as I remembered it almost twenty years ago. I smiled and nodded as I saw myself, twenty years younger, running from the bar with drink in hand, quarters in the other for the Donkey Kong arcade game in the corner.
celebrity verbs
tim: shave my head a.la. britney
tim: then drive a mercedes into a curb, a la lisnday lohan
tim: then get busted by the cops a la paris hilton
tim: i can make a sentence out of that
tim: “i was like.. went all britney one night.. and did a lohan that night too.. then two weeks later, did a paris!”
jj: and on top of that, you would be in all the tabloids
jj: and beat kathy griffin to become a c-list celebrity
….
tim: “i was like.. went all britney one night.. and did a lohan that night too.. then two weeks later, did a paris, and now i’m all griffith!”
jj: lol
Running Log
Running at night in DC is so different from during the day. There’s a inherent, almost inconceivable peace and quiet while running along Ohio Drive and the National Mall. During the day, those areas are teeming with tourists and its almost like running an obstacle course, complete with moving obstacles to track around. At night, it’s just you, your thoughts, the occasional late night stroller or jogger. I felt great tonight, and maintained a good pace.
Today’s route: 8 miles, 1 hr. 14 min.