TMI
Here are some random facts/tidbits about me. Some you may know already, others you’d rather you didn’t know (that’s the obligatory warning, turn back now if you’re faint of heart).
1) I like cats better than dogs. This may be because I grew up with cats in my house and not dogs. Or perhaps it’s because the attention/affection dogs give takes little or no effort to achieve (most dogs love everybody), and therefore it seems somehow hollow to me. On the other hand, with most cats you have to really work for that attention/affection so then when a cat actually likes you, you feel rather special. What does that say about my personality? I’ll let you figure that out.
2) I used to hate the beach growing up because I’d always swallow a little salt water swimming in the ocean and it would make me sick, and I hated how the sand would get absolutely everywhere on your body once you got wet. Now (thanks to running weekly at the beach) I love the beach, although I still don’t care for swimming in the ocean. I had a few bad experiences of being sucked under the water from big waves and I think it still subconsciously affects me. Also, the last time I went snorkeling I accidentally sucked in too much salt water and ended up throwing up on the ride home.
3) I don’t like wearing socks to bed at night. I think this is because my mom (who is a doctor) told me if your feet sweat at night this is an easy way to get Athlete’s foot. Whether or not it’s true, I grew up believing that and now I just don’t like wearing socks to bed, although I still will when it’s just too damn cold to do otherwise.
4) I really don’t like the thought of things cutting or puncturing skin (especially my skin). This translates into a strong dislike of knives, scissors, razor blades, needles, etc, etc, etc. It’s okay when I’m handling them (I tend to take extra special care), but when I’m watching others with these types of items I’m always afraid they’re going to slip and cut themselves. I really, really don’t like situations where I know I’m going to have to have my skin punctured (giving blood, getting a shot, etc). I don’t have any idea where this phobia came from, but my sisters did start chasing me around the house with knives once they found out about this. They suck.
5) Taking a crap on a toilet while wearing a coat on makes me feel weird. It’s happened once or twice in my life (usually in a public restroom) and I don’t like it. I’m sure if I grew up in an arctic climate and I had to take craps in freezing outhouses I’d be totally used to it, but I didn’t and I’m not. On the flip-side something seems wrong taking a crap when totally naked too. I don’t know why that is either. I guess I just like wearing a shirt and having pants around my ankles when I take a dump. Who knew? I told you some of this stuff you wouldn’t want to know. . .
6) Whenever I’m skiing really, really fast my mind starts continually playing images of me falling down as hard as possible with my limbs flailing, bones breaking, and my skis smashing into my body all in super slow-motion. This usually has the effect of getting me to slow down a bit (although not always).
7) I’ve never broken a bone in my life. As a baby I apparently fell through a window and cut my head. I fell off my bike as a kid and scraped up my face. I knocked out some teeth playing Spider-man as a kid. I got in a fight in Junior High and got my face pummeled pretty well. I’ve had severe back pains, sprains, scrapes and bruises but no breaks. Maybe I’m blessed and maybe I’m just cautious. Perhaps my fear of cuts has subconsciously kept me out of situations where I might get severely injured?
I’ve been in exactly one fight in my life and that was in Junior High (as mentioned above). I wore a cup to protect my ‘nads, but the guy never tried to kick me there. He was quite a bit taller than me and had fought other kids many times. He had quite a reach advantage over me (was probably a foot or two taller), was wearing a ring, and proceeded to beat my head until I told him the fight was over and that he had kicked my ass. Then my friends and I rode our bikes away. It was quite silly, although he didn’t talk as much shit to me as he used to after the fight.
9) I’ve worked at an Amusement Park (Great America in Santa Clara) selling Hamburgers, at Michaels art store in the framing department, at my dad’s print shop running the copiers, learning how to run the printing press, and delivering orders. I worked at AMC movie theaters first as a concessionist, then as an usher, box office personnel, a projectionist, a supervisor and (years later) as a manager, finally as a "house" manager (an unofficial title that means I sort of ran the entire theater). I worked for Sega testing video games (nice) and at Electronic Boutique selling video games. I worked as a Production Assistant and Assistant Editor on the Christopher Lowell Show and in the Tape Vault at Blind Date/5th Wheel (Bobwell productions). And, of course, my current job as an Assistant Editor/Night Supervisor at Kober Post Productions.
10) In High School I played JV Soccer for the first two years, and then quit when I only made the JV team again in my Junior year. I also played on the Badminton team (yep, that’s right). I may have been the best white guy on our team (that’s not saying much), although I don’t believe I ever won a singles game (I did win some doubles games though). Besides that, I didn’t participate in any other after-school activities, although I was the school’s M.C. in my senior year for all events, rallies, etc.
