tell 43 things about me

Inspiration hits me in the most strange/inconvenient of places.

I’d suppose this is true for most. Although, I’m often remiss to pull out my pad or cell to draft notes for myself; it often seems rude.

I’m a gadget superfreak.

I usually stave my gadget binges to once a year—after the Christmas bills and taxes are out of the way.

I’ve got a couple weeks ‘til GadgetFest ‘06 and I’m combing the review sites to narrow down my shopping list.

The list:

Cell phone (Motorola Q vs. Nokia N90)
Techno lust (Nokia 770)
Computer (used laptop to run linux vs. new blingin’ widescreen)

I have a Thundercats belt buckle.

And I love it.

I’m an idea man.

I’m better at keeping idea logs than personal journals. My last journal died from complications related to neglect and loneliness.

I blame its fall on the lack of Jack Daniels in my life.

I’m normally preoccupied with…something. So I often miss what’s going on in the world. I think this makes me self-absorbed; it’s also the reason behind my live in the moment goal.

My mind is currently churning on a few projects; my car that’s in the shop, my secret project goal, and fatangel’s book. I’m so deeply obsessed today, that it’d be better if I just stayed home.

I love the ladies! And if I can be frank…the ladies love me!

When I left Italy :::I lived in Italy for a few years; but don’t comment in Italian ‘cause all I can say is Devo mangiare (that’s Italian for I need to eat):::

...anyway, when I left Italy, 63 women cried for 5 days. Now, if you travel a few miles from Rome airport, you’ll find the largest man-made lake in Italy(or should I say woman-made…YA FEEL ME!); named Lago di Amore Perso.

I over-think things.

There has been many-a-time where I’ve missed perfect opportunities because I was gestating on my grammar or figuring the perfect pose.

My first kiss happened two days late because I was figuring the perfect angle of approach.

I was nicknamed Bird in elementary school because when Billy Barnes called me Birdshit I hesitated in calling him Rooster—to work out the verbiage. By the time I responded, the laughter drowned my voice. And Billy Barnes did look like a rooster…It would’ve killed!

Note: this post is 30 seconds late because I had to check my spelling.

I pick-up pennies off the ground; but leave nickels, dimes, and quarters???

well, maybe not quarters.

I have no explanation, I’m not very superstitious.

I do wish that I had a magnet shoe that’d grab the coins without me having to bend over in traffic (I’m that bad about it). I actually try to consciously tell myself ‘don’t pick it up!’ But usually it doesn’t register until I’m at knee level.

Any magnet shoe manufacturers out there? It’d certainly save me some embarrassment; and probably a few sneers.

And I’m not a cheap-skate!

I a lil’ bit country. And a lil’ bit Rock ‘n Roll.

More accurately, a bit Hip-Hop/Rock. My last.fm page paints me more schizophrenic then eclectic. Luckily, I sway more to my own tastes than the constrictive characterizations of musical genres.

Note: if you do happen to surf over to my last.fm page and ask yourself ‘What’s Beatbox Giant Productions, LLC?’

That’s the askaninja vidcast If you know about it, you know. If not, check it out. Saterical, smart, funny…what every cube-dweller needs.

I chased a woman halfway around the globe.

After a short, summer romance I couldn’t bear the thought of living without a girl named Pricilla. We kissed farewell at the airport gates in ‘91 on August 12th; the next day I was sitting in front of a Navy recruiter.

Being a child of ‘80s cartoons, I had a few misconceptions about the military; apparently joining isn’t as expedient as Bugs Bunny would make you believe?! You also can’t fly a plane just because you want to. And…different branches go through different versions of basic training, at different locations even?! This naiveté set a chain of events that kept me jumping countries for a period of a year and a half.

I could wax poetic about it or detail the chase. But truthfully, many life-altering laments begin ‘There was this girl…’ (at least they do in my life). I think the point of all this is to (not so simply) say, with regards to love, I’m part romantic part idiot.