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Raging Dad in footie jams.
Mr Lady over at Whiskey in My Sippy Cup tagged me with a “seven random things about me” meme, which should not be mistaken for the “Six random things about me” meme that I did back in September. Honestly, there are so many random things about me that I could do these things all year. This appears to be a more casual deal, as there were no rules or guidelines to follow. This works well with my messy brain. So, I’ll play ball!
1. I am almost done with my master’s degree in strategic communications. What does that mean? Basically, if you took an MBA, a marketing degree, and a leadership/management degree and smooshed them together, this is what you would come up with. It is a new program at the University of Oregon, and it is still in its infancy stages. I have met some wonderful people through this program, and have enjoyed being back in school after working for almost ten years. I will also be very glad to be done.
2. In college, I had to shave my pubes and treat myself with chemicals for crabs. I lived in a tiny apartment with my best friend. He discovered, much to my horror, that he had obtained crabs from some dude at some point, and it took almost five months of itching before he realized what was going on. To this day, I don’t know if the little bugs were actually transferred to me through the couch, the shower, whatever. When you find out your roomie has crabs, every little itch and dingleberry gives puts you in a state of panic. Break out the razor.
3. I almost went to filmschool and wanted to be a film director or editor. While in college I directed two short films, both of which I am proud of and will post on the Internet at some point for people to enjoy. While working the first years out of college, I made a third short film with my partner-in-crime (see the crab dude from item 2). It remains on my hard drive, at about 85% completion, and has not been touched in at least four years.
4. I am an atheist. And yet, I played “Jesus” in Godspell in high school. Generally, I think religion has messed up our world, and I find logic, beauty and magic in science. I am comforted by the thought that no one is in control of my destiny. If I fuck it up, then I fuck it up. I believe that my sense of moral direction is just as strong as anyone with a religious belief system. If you believe in higher powers, that’s cool with me. Just don’t bug me about it and I will do the same.
5. I wish my hair would turn gray. Tomorrow. Yesterday. I have often been on the younger-side in my professional adventures, and feel that a little gray would help give me a bit of an air of distinction. Plus, gray hair dudes are hot.
6. I HATE spiders. Fucking hate them. They make me scream like a raging little girl. Let me tell you this: spiders in Minnesota are nothing compared to Pacific Northwest spiders. These things are huge out here, and everywhere. I once found a Web site that showed picture of spider bites from the brown recluse spider. It nearly made my heart stop. Google it, I dare you.
7. I love footie pajamas. My kids gave me a pair for Christmas a few years ago. They are super comfy, and I wear them all the time. They have a trap door in the back, but I don’t dare try it. That would be utter madness.
Alright, let’s tag a few pals who are new bloggers this time: Erin at Wicked StepBlog, Jennifer at Said What I Meant, Aditi at A Spare Time Dilemma, Julie at Year of Adventure.
Song of the day: “Cut Your Hair,” by Pavement.
Filed under: raging thoughts | Tagged: atheists, crabs, internet meme, spiders
Remind me to send you the picture that Robotdada sent of a spider eating a bird. yes, an entire bird.
@Mamarobot–That’s disgusting. Please send it soon!
I am getting a pair of footies dammit. Well as long as I can slide across the floor with em. And I will so use the ass flap.
Dude…the trapdoor must be test driven, even if just to satisfy my own curiosity. If you can do it successfully, I”m going out and buying multiple pairs.
As for recluse spiders, you had to dare me, didn’t you. Bastard…. That’s just nuckin fasty.
Dang, I knew 4 or 5 of these things from our conversations IRL. I, for one, love my onesies–one in flannel, one classic union suit. No feet, thank goodness (I’d overheat), but I wouldn’t mind a trapdoor.
You are so right about the spiders here. One thing I always loved about the MN cold – keeps the number of the little bastards down.
I was counting spiders in people’s yards as I was out on my run the other day, and had to stop because I was freaking myself out. Numerous, and huge.
Jesus, Josh. You are awesome. I especially like that you are not afraid to admit to the world that you once shaved your balls because you got crabs from your male roommate, yet you are afraid of something as seemingly innocuous as a spider.
I gave my kids uncle a pair of footie jammies for his birthday on year. It was the best gift I’ve EVER given.
And dude, you had crabs and you ADMITTED it? You gots ballz, yo.
Okay, I see that I was a little unclear. The fact is that I may have had crabs. In college. It wasn’t verified. Now, my pal had ‘em, and bad. Had to bag up his clothes and shit for weeks. He’d sit around in his boxers all the time, just a scratchin’ away, so I figured a nice chemical comb through and a shave was a wise move. Just in case, you know.
Doesn’t everyone almost have crabs in college? Come on, some of you have made the preemptive trim, I know it.
Dude…you dodged a bullet on the film school one. I went to USC, the supposed best one in the nation, and only one out of our class of 24 made it, and it should be noted all 24 were validictorians, top of their class, etc. Most (me included) went back to get a new degree.
I, on the other hand, dodged a bullet by never getting crabs!
Number two made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. I think guys are kinda clueless about that. If a woman is a little itchy we’re all over that with something or other. Guys tend to think that their bits are supposed to itch naturally. I think it’s just an excuse to feel yourself up.
I am totally the spider killer in this house.My husband screams like a little girl when he sees one. I must admit that he did kill one of those jumping motherfuckers once for me as I was too freaked out to look under the coffee cup I trapped it under.
Does it get cold enough out there for footie jammies? We’re just breaking them out back here. Stupid Minnesota winters.
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Damn straight. Those are some sexy jammies. TMI on the rest though
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Yay for atheism and gray hair!
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