{"id":1659,"date":"2009-02-16T15:46:16","date_gmt":"2009-02-16T22:46:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/?p=1659"},"modified":"2009-02-16T15:46:16","modified_gmt":"2009-02-16T22:46:16","slug":"facebook_meme_25_random_things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/2009\/02\/16\/facebook_meme_25_random_things\/","title":{"rendered":"Facebook Meme: 25 Random Things"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I kinda hate to admit this, but a while back I finally bowed to the inevitable and allowed myself to assimilated into the Facebook collective &#8212; feel free to look me up over there if you&#8217;re into that scene.<\/p>\n<p>If you&#8217;ve never played there, Facebook has its own version of the memes that drift around the blogosphere, and over the past few weeks I&#8217;ve been tagged approximately 432,000 times for one called &#8220;25 Random Things About Me.&#8221; I&#8217;m cross-posting the list I came up with here, for anyone who may be interested. (Long-time readers may already know some of this stuff; it&#8217;s not easy to come up with entirely original material all the time&#8230;)<\/p>\n<p>Anyhow, meme-age below the fold:<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>My first name is Reginald. I don&#8217;t use it because it&#8217;s also my dad&#8217;s name, and I got over the novelty of mistaken identity long ago.<\/li>\n<li>I still live in the house where I grew up, with my parents as backlot neighbors. I&#8217;m not entirely comfortable with this arrangement, but these days it rarely embarrasses me the way it used to.<\/li>\n<li>I&#8217;m an only child, and to answer the inevitable follow-up question, no, I never felt lonely while I was growing up. At least not in the sense that people usually mean when they ask that. I often felt <i>alone<\/i>, but never in a disagreeable or longing-for-something-I-could-not-identify way that people with siblings always expect. I didn&#8217;t miss having siblings because I never knew what it was like to have siblings.<\/li>\n<li>Because I&#8217;m an only child, I&#8217;ve often thought that if I ever get around to reproducing, I ought to have more than one, to avoid some of the issues I know I have. Which do not, by the way, include loneliness.<\/li>\n<li>However, based on the horrific stories many of my be-siblinged friends have told me, I&#8217;m not so sure that I&#8217;d be doing a kid any favors by having more than one child. Seems like I&#8217;d be sparing him or her one set of issues in exchange for another.<\/li>\n<li>The first girl I ever kissed was a pretty brunette named Sheryl. I was terrified I was going to somehow screw it up, and I dealt with the anxiety by just telling her up front that she was my first. I think she was flattered. And unless she was a very good actress, all the evidence suggested that I did not screw it up.<\/li>\n<li>The first car I thought of as &#8220;mine&#8221; (as opposed to simply one of my dad&#8217;s fleet that he was letting me use) was a brown 1970 Thunderbird with leather seats. I really liked that car; I wish I&#8217;d been able to keep it. I haven&#8217;t seen another one like it in years.<\/li>\n<li>I&#8217;ve worn a beard more-or-less continuously since 1990.<\/li>\n<li>I&#8217;ve had a ponytail since about 1995.<\/li>\n<li>I hate people whistling. Seriously. I don&#8217;t think I could find it more grating if you surgically exposed all of my nerve endings, sprinkled them with cayenne, and then went after them with a lemon zester. I find it <i>especially<\/i> aggravating in the workplace.<\/li>\n<li>I also hate when people repress their sneezes so they issue only tiny little squeaking noises that suggest a hamster being strangled in its sleep. Women are more usually guilty of this than men, but by no means is the phenomenon confined to a single gender. Just put your hand over your nose and let fly, people, before the pressure differential knocks your eyeballs out of your damn-fool skulls!<\/li>\n<li>I never really knew either of my grandfathers. My mother&#8217;s dad died when she was just a girl; my dad&#8217;s parents divorced when he was just a boy, and grandpa didn&#8217;t come around much.<\/li>\n<li>I&#8217;ve seen Rick Springfield perform live six times, five of which have been in the last 10 years.<\/li>\n<li>I have fond memories of the early &#8217;80s video arcades of my youth, but I&#8217;m utterly indifferent to modern video and computer games. The last game console I owned &#8212; still own, actually, although it hasn&#8217;t been hooked up in years &#8212; was my old Atari 2600. Viva Space Invaders!<\/li>\n<li>Now that I think about it, I&#8217;m not real big on playing games in general. Board games, card games, whatever. Just not my thing. I&#8217;ll do it from time to time for the sake of being sociable with friends, but it&#8217;s never my idea.<\/li>\n<li>I used to work at a movie theater and find that my body clock still tends to default back to the schedule I kept then, i.e., I naturally want to stay up until 1 or 2 in the morning. But I also find that I can&#8217;t sleep in the way I used to &#8212; these days, I seem to naturally wake up around 8 &#8212; which means that I&#8217;m all kinds of screwed up most of the time.<\/li>\n<li>My sense of humor was strongly influenced by the original Not-Ready-for-Prime-Time Players (that&#8217;d be Belushi-Ackroyd era, kids), the stand-up comics of the &#8217;70s (pre-angry-guy George Carlin, Richard Pryor), the Looney Tunes cartoons, Mel Brooks&#8217; golden-era movies (<i>Young Frankenstein<\/i>, <i>Blazing Saddles<\/i>), the original Inspector Clouseau movies with Peter Sellers, and, shamefully, <i>The Benny Hill Show<\/i>. Which means I don&#8217;t think much of what&#8217;s called &#8220;comedy&#8221; these days is funny.<\/li>\n<li>I love to travel, but haven&#8217;t done nearly as much of it as I would like. I&#8217;ve only been outside the U.S. twice, to England and Germany. My top dream destinations (that are actually possible) are Scotland, France, and Japan. I&#8217;d also like to see Venice, Hong Kong, and Amsterdam, among many, many other places.<\/li>\n<li>If money were no object, I&#8217;d love to take a year (or three) off and travel around the entire world, including Antarctica and an African safari. If part of the journey involved a tramp freighter and some trains, so much the better.<\/li>\n<li>I regret that I didn&#8217;t take language studies more seriously back in school. I took a year of French in high school and a year of Italian in college, but I don&#8217;t remember much of either. I envy people who can speak more than one language fluently.<\/li>\n<li>A good day for me is taking a drive along an old two-lane highway through farm country and eating at a small-town, non-chain cafe.<\/li>\n<li>Someday, I&#8217;d like to fly to Chicago, rent a car, drive the length of Route 66 (as much of it as still exists anyhow) to L.A., then drop off the car and fly home.<\/li>\n<li>I think a woman in jeans and a crisp white button-down shirt is immensely sexy.<\/li>\n<li>I can&#8217;t relate to people who won&#8217;t watch black-and-white movies, or movies that are more than five or 10 years old. There&#8217;s &#8220;living in the moment&#8221; and then there&#8217;s just plain ignorance.<\/li>\n<li>I don&#8217;t like the super-gooey and sticky-sweet dessert items that are so popular at restaurants these days. Keep your caramel-drizzled, hot-fudge-coated death-by-brownie with the extra chocolate on the side. I&#8217;d rather have a simple slice of key lime pie, thanks.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I kinda hate to admit this, but a while back I finally bowed to the inevitable and allowed myself to assimilated into the Facebook collective &#8212; feel free to look me up over there if you&#8217;re into that scene. 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