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I have been tagged by Adirondack Base Camp in one of these share X number of facts about yourself and tag x number of other bloggers in the process. In this case, the number is 7. Since I haven’t had any brilliant ideas for posts lately and I feel like free associating at the moment I figure, why not.

However, now that I am directly faced with ‘tell us something interesting’, I’m having a hard time thinking of anything. The people around me seem a lot more interesting that I am.

1. I narrowly avoided being named Marcy Eden by my hippy parents. That was a close call. As I understand it, they didn’t think of it in time.

2. I spent several years training in an ancient Japanese martial art that is but isn’t ninjutsu. I learned a lot but you need the equivalent of a Ph.D. to begin to grok what you’re learning. An eight year old could easily take me out despite all my practice. I never could get the hang of throwing stars… at least not the throwing part. My teacher moved to Wyoming, I got a different job that makes getting to training more difficult, and at least seven other lame excuses keep me from practice.

3. I like board games and video games but I’m generally too unsocial to actually have anyone over to play. I have only played Settlers of Catan once in the two years I’ve had it because you need at least 3 people to play. That doesn’t sound hard but it is.

4. I have been expecting civilization to crumble for most of my life. I sometimes wonder where that comes from.

I have a memory of being at a protest or something as a little kid, at night, and there were fires in barrels and people in gas masks or grim reaper costumes and I remember being scared and asking why the people were dressed like that and being told by someone that it was because that was what we’d all look like if there was a nuclear war. I’m sure whatever real experience was in there has been distorted over time by my kid interpretations. Maybe it was just a Halloween party.

I remember always thinking every plane I could see flying at night was probably a nuclear missile headed for my house.

Maybe it was my early book choices. I remember “The Green Book”, “Z is for Zacharia,” and “The Tunnel of Darkness” all playing a big part in my dystopian future themes.

I’m not too worried about it these days. I no longer think I’d be a survivor, which takes a lot of the pressure off.

5. According to poorly documented family legend I have a Native American ancestor who either bit someone’s ear off in a logging camp or had their ear bitten off in a logging camp. I think it was a great-great-great grandmother. Until the last few years, I was certain that the ancestor was the biter. There was some comparison of family legend versions between families and the facts seem less clear now.

6. I rode my bike 1500 miles (all together) last year and changed a flat tire for the first time, oh, and the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth times. I learned that 10 miles isn’t really a long way at all. I learned that biking is one of my favorite things to do. Before last year I probably hadn’t ridden 500 miles in my entire life.

7. Sometime between the time I first went to college and the time when I started taking college really seriously my cousin helped me pierce my lower lip. We used a new/sterile needle that was meant for injecting something into cows. Unfortunately I didn’t use a sterile ring or even a ring meant for this kind of piercing. At first it was great. People seemed scared of me. I liked that at the time. Then it got really really infected. The lip swelled up bigger than the ring so my lip was bulging out around either side of the ring… kind of like the twisted part of a balloon animal. A friend helped me get the thing out of my mouth. Sometimes I wish I still had it because I think they look really good, but it would not be part of the dress code at my current job. I don’t know exactly what the dress code is, but that isn’t it.
In summary, I am a big giant spaz/dork. I’m ok with it though I’m kind of hoping that I’m not some Dwight Schrute archetype.

I believe that all of this is true but I had to lay off my fact checker due to budget cuts.

So now the part where I tag other blogs that I read. Eeeny, meeny….

Please, no one feel obligated.

I’m tagging Chis, Bryan at Biking to Live, The Lazy Bike Commuter, Handcrafted Life, Liberty on Bikes, and My Dad. I’m also tagging Brian even though I know this is not his sort of thing. Maybe he will write something like he did for the Thunk facts page.

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