Seven Things

I feel like this site is slipping back into its non-poker origins. Mainly that's because I cashed out most of my online bankroll, and haven't been hitting the clubs (or AC) all that frequently. I may have to do something about that -- AC is already on the agenda for next weekend.

Meanwhile, the lovely Maudie and our own resident thespian Falstaff double tagged me to do some sort of meme where I'm supposed to reveal seven details about myself that nobody knows. Seeing that Maudie and Falstaff could both kick my scrawny ass (really, who couldn't?), I guess we better get to it.

1. When I was a freshman in college, I lived on the back side of the 16th floor of my building. One day, I calculated how long it would take a bottle dropped out of the window to hit the ground, assuming that each floor was approximately 10 feet and that acceleration due to gravity would be constant at 32 feet per second squared. I then dropped a bottle out of the window and waited to hear the sound of it shattering to see if I was right. It was close, and I decided a variable to account for the speed of sound was enough to fudge my results into being correct.

2. I have something embedded in my right elbow. It is dark, I have no idea what it is, and it's been there as long as I can remember. I'm pretty sure that one day it's going to hatch and devour me.

3. My first time was with a girl at a Texaco station in Northern Virginia in April of 1996. I was just shy of 20. I had no idea what I was doing, and she seemed shocked that I had never done it before. In my defense, I grew up in New Jersey. It's against the law to pump your own gas there.

4. I sometimes speculate about which of my three siblings and I will be the first to die. While it may seem morbid, to me it's more about the incomprehensibility of it all, especially as the youngest child. These people have ALWAYS been in my life. I can't imagine any one of us not being there. And yet, somebody has to go first.

5. On a related topic, I saw in the paper a few days ago that new troop rotations for Iraq were announced by the DOD. It made me incredibly uneasy that my brother might have to go back for his third tour of duty. For as complicated as my relationship with my brother has always been -- functionally, he was my adopted twin, but we have not seen eye-to-eye on much in a long, long time -- I would be absolutely shattered if anything happened to him in Iraq.

Turns out he doesn't have to go right now.

6. I have a bit of an OCD complex regarding satin-edged blankets. If I see one, I will take the satin edge and run it between each of my fingers so that the satin passes quickly over the skin that connects each finger together. It is a deeply satisfying sensation. Just writing about it right now has me looking around for a satin-edged blanket.

7. I discovered on Wednesday night that I still know all the words to the first verse of the Humpty Dance.

Now my attempt to tag people who won't do this despite the tag:

Ryan
Grubette
Glyphic
SoxLover
Waffles
Kid Dynamite
Miami Don