Guero got Tagged

Aw, crap. Space Nakji just "tagged me", which I guess means that I need to fill out some answers or something bad will happen. Actually, there were no consequences listed, so maybe nothing bad will happen if I ignore it. As tempting as that sounds, I'm fairly certain that with my luck, I'll decide to enroll in Clown College tomorrow (clowns get all the ladies, you know), and i'll be walking down the street in my brand new clown pants when someone will suddenly fling their enraged ferret out the window, and its trajectory will undoubtedely terminate in my pants. So I'm gonna answer, just in case.

1. Ten years ago - For a long answer, see the post immediately preceding this one. For a less melancholy answer, I'll say that I was about two years out of high school, unsure of what to do with myself and my life, and I'm pretty sure I was cranky as hell about that. I was driving my dad's old '83 Blazer 4x4, which was stolen several years later and was found buried up to the axles in mud in a ravine about 20 miles away. Yeah, it kinda sucked. I was also writing letters to Space Nakji, who regaled me with tales about trees and weirdo guitar-playing methods.

2. Five years ago -- I'd just bought a house, and had been living in it for about 3 months. 1000 square feet, built in 1926, creaky floors, backyard, huge garage. It was mostly filled with rabbits. Seriously. They're cool animals, but good lord I'm sick to death of them now. This house was marginally better than the last house, which was rented from the city, which frequently forgot that we lived there and wouldn't accept rent checks from us. That house was surrounded on three sides by fields, which were in turn populated by a choice selection of homeless people. Two of them would get drunk with alarming regularity and start yelling at each other about Nixon and God. Then they'd start hitting each other: "Nixon poisoned the water!" *Thud* "There ain't nothin' in Corinthians about Nixon!" *Thwack* Then they'd start hugging and eventually fall over in dual drunken stupors. It was a lovely thing to wake up to on a Sunday morning.

3. One year ago -- I was having rather serious problems with my marriage, and was looking forward to a trip to Mammoth, away from all the pressures of home and responsibilities and all of that crap. It didn't work. But Mammoth was nice.

4. Yesterday -- Unpacked boxes in my new place, gave the dog (now 9 and change) a shot, hoped she wouldn't have a seizure. Talked to The Girl for about an hour. Hoofed it to the Starbucks across the street (where I am now) for my caffeine and Internets fix, seeing as how my DSL won't be installed for another 2 weeks. Heard an excellent new song from a band called She Wants Revenge. The song is Tear You Apart, and it's not available yet, which annoyed me. I found out they're from the L.A. area, though, so I'll probably get to go to some shows. So yay for that. Oh, and I bought a bunch of shit at the grocery store. Including a SoniCare toothbrush. Which rocks my cock. Or something like that.

5. Today -- Got just about nothing done at work, moved some more stuff, spent a lot of money at Target. I got a microwave, and some towels. and some trash cans. and some other stuff. Talked to The Girl, downloaded three Roald Dahl stories: Matilda, Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, and George's Marvelous Medicine. I need quick fun stuff to read. Which reminds me - I need to get my booty over to a book store and pick up copies of The Chronicles of Narnia, The Twits and other that I can't remember. I'll be reading them to The Girl when she comes to visit in two weeks. Which will be very, very nice.

6. Tomorrow -- Gotta get up at 5:45 so I can run a meeting at 7:30. I will eat some breakfast. I also need to go to the Post Office with my Certified Copy of Birth Certificate (I was born at 1:09am) so I can get my passport.

7. Five snacks I enjoy -- hohos, Rancho Doritos, fries, Pringles, chocolate chip macaroons.

8. Five bands -- At the moment, I have quiet a few favorites. Beck, Air, Bob Dylan, Dandy Warhols, Marilyn Manson, David Grey, Foo Fighters, Def Leppard, Felix Da Housecat, Fischerspooner, Massive Attack, Orbital, Radiohead, Rammstein, Scissor Sisters, Tool and Type O Negative. That's more than five, but whatevah.

9. Five things I would do with $100,000,000 -- Pay off my mom's mortgage, fly around the world, donate a shitload to charity, invest the rest.

10. Five locations I’d like to run away to -- Scotland, Iceland, the French countryside (where it is possible to live on bread, wine, cheese and kisses), Portugal/Spain (ha! see how i did that?), and Switzerland, coz it's close to Germany and Italy and France. I'd also like to go to Cypress. And Africa.

11. Five Bad Habits -- Lack of discipline, incessant leg wiggling, not eating healthy, buying too many t-shirts, laziness.

12. Five things I like doing -- Reading, writing, consuming food, watching action movies, being with The Girl.

13. Five T.V. shows I like -- The Daily Show, The Family Guy, The Simpsons, Dead Like Me, Twin Peaks.

14. Famous People I’d like to meet -- Dave Navarro (he just seems like a cool guy), Jesus (I have some questions for that dude), Pope Julius II, Aretino, and Tom Cruise, so I can just smack the crap out of him.

15. Biggest joys at the moment -- Looking forward to seeing The Girl, writing, trying to eat right, watching Buffy and Angel DVDs. Some other stuff.

16. Favorite toys -- Ooops! I'm outta time - Starbucks is kicking me out. Sorry!