Some of you readers may have followed me from another blog site, and for that, I thank you. But most of you are new readers, and no little about me. For you then, I present this list, rota, thingy. This post is not meant to inspire, but to perhaps pry a few questions from you all and make this a truly interactive experience. We blog to share. Those who won’t admit that are hiding something. We blog because we want people to read our thoughts and find out about us. Sure, some of us also blog to get in the habit of writing again. I’m one of those people. But I could easily do that in a not-so-public forum. So go on, ask questions. Comment on my comments. Let’s have fun and live a little! Ready?
I have always hated my smile. Can’t really explain it other than the fact I have two sisters, both stunning, and I was always the athletic one. Thank God defiant and moody works for me!
I love to cook. Now, I’m not at a level where I would go on a television show and compete; but I do like to turn on multiple burners on the stove and get things going. I do, indeed, have a couple of signature dishes (adapted from recipes though).
My autobiography would be tentatively called “It’s a Hard G”, in reference to the common misperception that my name is pronounced with a soft “G”. As of now, it would be a pretty uninspiring read.
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. No wait, that might have been the guy in the Johnny Cash song. And speaking of songs, I firmly believe the years 1983-1985 produced some of the best albums by the best musicians of all time! There were great albums and artists before and after of course, but these 3 years trumped them all in my not-so decadent opinion.
I’m more voyeur than exhibitionist. I love to people watch! I am fascinated at just how different and the same we can all be at the same time. Having said the opening statement though, my personality and lack of inhibitions usually leads me to becoming the life of the party. Although I can just sit back and take it all in. During these moments of quiet spying, my imagination usually takes over and I substitute my own conversations for the ones they are actually having.
My least favourite question in the world is, “what is your favourite movie?” I can’t answer this one honestly as I don’t really have ONE favourite movie. A lot of it depends on my mood. I struggle to name my favourite war movie or Western. My second least favourite question is, “do you want fries with that?” Of course I fucking want fries with that. I’m a skinny pigeon-chested geek at heart. I don’t worry about gaining weight, cholesterol, hardening arteries. I worry that they will re-release Twilight in 10 years. I also worry that George Lucas will insist in bringing Jar Jar Binks back to the Star Wars universe.
For a relatively high-calibre athlete (I received minor athletic scholarships in college), I have absolutely no flexibility whatsoever. Seriously, my toes and I are strangers. And yet, I never missed any game time because of pulled muscles. Sprains, breaks, and bloodied noses, but never a pulled muscle. Oh, and if you were to meet me for the first time in a sporting venue, you would never EVER speak to me in real life. I’m a bit hot-headed, arrogant, mouthy, and possibly a tad over-competitive.
Laughter really is the best medicine. Unless you’ve got syphilis, then you should probably see a Dr and get a course of antibiotics or something. But your healthy friends will be laughing!
Back in high school some friends and I wanted to start a band. I wrote the lyrics to three songs even though none of us could play instruments. In the time honoured tradition of naming a band that actually meant something (think the Clash, the Sex Pistols, Spinal Tap) we decided to call ourselves Venereal Tartan. Infer all you want.
For every woman who finds me interesting, attractive, hits on me; three men do. Including several on other blogsites I belonged to. Curse me for always matching my belt with my shoes! Except when I wear my two-tone wingtips. I don’t have a two-tone belt yet.
I use punctuation in email and text messages. Sue me.
The more I think about it, the lousier a friend I become. I’m crap at keeping contact, would forget most birthdays if Facebook didn’t remind me, and yet I got upset when only 70 of the 300 friends I have on Facebook wished me a happy birthday last year. Yup, I’m a feminine hygiene product and the handy carrying case it comes in!
I get tired apologizing to the world for Celine Dion and Justin Bieber.
I wish I had another talent besides being, allegedly, okay at this writing malarkey. I wish I could draw, or paint, or sculpt. Maybe I could sing, play the guitar, the piccolo, the oboe, or the bassoon. I suppose I’ll just have to stick to the writing. That and being awesome!
I know way too many slang terms for masturbation.
I have had many nicknames throughout the course of my life but the four most popular and lasting have been: Super Ger, the Park Ranger, the Penguin, and White Chocolate. Don’t ask.
Ever since I became comfortable with the fact I have a stutter, I have not been afraid to make fun of myself. I don’t care if people are laughing with me or at me as long as they are laughing.
The best hamburger I have ever had in my life was from a restaurant on Long Street in Cape Town, South Africa named the Royale Eatery. Salma Hayek also believes these to be the best hamburgers in the world. We weren’t there at the same time though. Cape Town, for the record, is also my favourite city of all the places I’ve visited.
It turns out, I’m pretty good at riddles.
Apparently, people who know these things aren’t surprised when they find out I’m a Leo.
So there you have it. A little bit about me. Feel free to run for cover. Or ask questions.