20 Facts About Me

Well, I've been tagged by the Christian robot Justine, so here's 20 almost-but-not-quite-interesting facts about me,

1. I do like every type of music. No bad genres, just bad songs.

2. I really don't care about cars in the slightest way, perhaps a little when Micro Machines were around all those years ago. Also - if a $100 V8 VB w/ RWC gives your 40k all-up rice burner import a run for it's money - who's the dickhead?

3. I really don't care about any sport, and I don't understand the joy/disappointment that comes with supporting a team. Why are you happy, you didn't even do anything, bar supporting the companies that sponsored the game, and allow your tax dollars to train the team? Is it just war-like battle based on patriotism? Yay, the specific region where I spent some time in, has a team, and said team, through no effort of my own, has made an achievement. Oh hurrah!

4. I love the smell of the newspaper in the morning. Smells like freedom of information.
Or possibly newsprint on half-pulped paper. Sometimes I do sniff The Age.

5. I sing or whistle a lot. In fact, most of the time. I don't do it at all well either, much to the trauma of my colleagues.

6. I wear odd socks. I figure the sock monster that nicks each individual one isn't going to get to me, not at all. I won't let it, so if I find a pair, I'll wear them, but I have made an executive decision to wear odd socks if the opportunity presents itself. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this makes people? It's quite hilarious.

7. I maintain flowing locks. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this makes people? It's quite hilarious.

8. I am entirely aware of every minor or major attempt by my subconscious to procrastinate, and mostly, I just run with it. I realise I don't want a cup of tea particularly, but I do wish to avoid doing something that resembles effort, so I might go pop the kettle on. Oh I could do with a biscuit.. etc.

10. Quite frankly, I find blogging is rather therapeutic. Ranty-Agony-Auntie.

11. I think overall, most people are just plain born dumb, and predisposed to doing stupid things.
12. I'm entirely too ashamed to blatantly plug my blog, I feel bad enough even with a link to my profile. (You know it's true, especially those who actually do plug your own - shame you shame!)
13. The type of music I really want to hear doesn't seem to exist, and I'm tempted to make it myself because of it. Political punk has too much ska - there's no passion if you sing like that you dopes.

14. The weight of the world is on my shoulders. Perhaps I need an over-the-shoulder-weight-of-the-world-holder.

15. I drink coffee at home, tea at work (I don't need that kind of stimulation at work.)

16. I like cheese. I also eat over a kilo of chocolate a week on average.

17. I cannot stand cruelty to animals. I kill spiders, but hate the sound of snails underfoot.

18. I inadvertantly deleted these last five things. And then remembered all of them. I play games. It is debatable, but depending on how you look at it, I was in the first group (clan) almost professionally sponsored by a corporate entity to play a computer game in Australia. (Signed the contract and never did get my t-shirt, kinda fell through in the end.)

19. I can't understand right-wing ideology. I do try, ever so hard. The more I quiz these folk, the only conclusion I come to is that it stems from either ignorance (curable) or sociopathy (incurable).

20. I am, overall, perpetually happy and positive but without being ignorant, and sometimes I'm not sure how healthy this is.

I tag Her-Anger-Man, and two other strange people Sarah and Gam.
Why? Because if I have to do this damned thing, so do others.