Curious minds want to know about Things You Don't Usually Tell Anyone About, like...
...a strange combination of food you like to snack on.
I really like dipping bananas in yogurt. Maybe that's not strange.
...something you do that other bloggers who read you might find odd if they saw you doing it.
My occasional overnight freakouts. I mean... it's me wandering around the house in my skivvies, sometimes holding a 9mm, checking windows and doors.
...when you were 7, what you wanted to be when you grew up - that you never told anyone about.
Eh, the real answer (veterinarian) is boring. But at that age I also harbored a fantasy that my father would put together an Ironman-like suit made of--ready?--solder. Yes, I expected him to make me a suit of armor using a soldering iron.
...the thing you don't tell people at work about yourself.
I currently don't work. I pretty much share everything. I often to elect not to share my incredible superiority with them though.
...what you like to do when no one else is going to be home for a stretch of time.
Blog, play Scrabble, watch MMA shows, and travel shows with cute hostesses.
...the thing you believe - politically - that you don't admit to people who think you think like they do.
I'm somewhat liberal, but when push comes to shove I'm disappointed by every politician at some point. I remain largely apolitical just to save my sanity.
...that one thing from your childhood, outside of your parents, that you try to maintain some kind of connection with, and how.
Well, I'm still waiting for the suit made of solder. Barring that, you know, it's writing. From second grade on my teachers told me I had talent, and that really meant a lot to me.
...a song or group or singer you secretly like that everyone else groans about.
70s-era Chicago. Believe it.
...do you close the bathroom door when you're the only one home?
No way, Jose.
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Curious minds want to know about Things You Don't Usually Tell Anyone About, like...
...a strange combination of food you like to snack on.
...you know, I rarely snack between meals, and now that I think of it, nothing I eat is particularly strange. Sorry to be boring on this one.
...something you do that other bloggers who read you might find odd if they saw you doing it.
Screwing around with my CD collection with no apparent rhyme or reason. Trust me, there are complex mental processes going on.
...when you were 7, what you wanted to be when you grew up - that you never told anyone about.
I wanted to be a superhero.
...the thing you don't tell people at work about yourself.
I don't really tell the people at work anything about myself.
...what you like to do when no one else is going to be home for a stretch of time.
Play guitar.
...the thing you believe - politically - that you don't admit to people who think you think like they do.
The older I get, the more isolationist I become. I don't think the US shouldn't let people in the country, but I do think we should put a moratorium on interfering with any other country's processes (whether they're allies or not) until we get our own shit sorted out.
...that one thing from your childhood, outside of your parents, that you try to maintain some kind of connection with, and how.
The joy of hearing music that actually moved me to tears, like a sappy 45 (which shall remain nameless) did when I was around 8. The hardened, cynical rock critic I've become rarely allows that.
...a song or group or singer you secretly like that everyone else groans about.
I'm never secret about what I like, no matter who else groans about it. But my unabashed love for Queen seems to surprise people.
...do you close the bathroom door when you're the only one home?
Only if I'm expecting visitors...just to keep in practice.
Michael
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