I have been tagged by Tom for this random fact meme. Normally, I don’t participate in the email things where you have to forward whatever email to x number of friends, but this doesn’t come with any threat of back luck and it has been quite entertaining.
Here are the rules:
- Those who are tagged need to write on their own blog eight random facts about themselves.
- They need to post these rules.
- At the end of the post, they need to tag some people by listing their names.
Here are my random facts:
1. I am constantly singing weird and silly, made-up songs, often about my children, which they generally don’t like very much, and which will likely drive them crazy when they are teenagers. “Daaaaaaaaad!!!!”
2. I ran into Lars Ulrich at VeeJays in Berkeley after seeing The Choir and The 77s play at a bar on Shattuck Avenue. I was too chicken sh*t to ask for his autograph, so a girl I was with, who was not a Metallica fan pursued him in the aisles and did what I failed to do. Last I remember the brown-paper bag upon which Lars wrote his signature was in Chris Brown’s possession.
3. The first time I saw Paula was at Denny’s in 1992, at the beginning of the school year. I remember thinking how pretty she was, and that she was likely too good for me. I certainly would not have guessed that she would end up becoming my wife, and believe me, if you asked her then, she would not have believed it either.
4. I was once a drug dealer for a whole week for a righteous cause. I was at a continuation school where the joints that were being sold were pinners (ultra thin) and being outraged at the rip-off I went in on a half ounce with a friend, rolled some fat joints and sold them. Hands down we beat the competition as far as generating clientèle, but we soon found out that our sales did not give us enough to get another half ounce, and thus we learned a hard lesson about capitalism.
5. I think it’s great that Tom Widlund likes to do yard work, and if he lived in Fresno, I would certainly let him work on my yard!!!
6. I once went forward at a Four Square Church to receive the Holy Ghost, and when I got up there I was gently pushed down to the ground by the preacher, which I guess means that I was slain in the Spirit. As far as I could tell, however, I was just pushed, which of course reinforced my already cynical disposition, and yet to this day, I am still looking for something powerful, genuine, and spiritual (or should I say “Spiritual”).
7. I used to be able to do a perfect rendition of “Dee” by Randy Rhoads, which is a song that he wrote in honor of his mother.
8. My great great great grand uncle, or was it my great great great great grand uncle was Merriam Webster of Webster’s dictionaries. This, of course, would explain my fascination with language and words.
Here is my tag: