My oldest/earliest memory, I'm stuck between the back of the dining room chair and a wall. I don't recall why I was attempting to go around the table in such a small room that way. I was not frightened; I knew that I could back back out, or keep forcing my me, and eventually push through. Before I did, my father appeared from the dark of a room beyond and approached me. He asked me if I knew how old I was. I held up an index finger. He said, "No, you're two," and held up two fingers. Bunny ears. I adjusted my reply with my own bunny ears. It seems strange to me now that I could understand the words that he was saying, but couldn't speak my own. I don't specifically remember if he slid the chair forward to help me complete my objective, though I suspect that he did.
The first best time I got trolled was at a lunch table in elementary school. Two boys and a girl were my best friends and I always sat with them. They were all allowed to watch horror movies, and would recount thrilling scenes with monsters and killers they'd watched while I ate pizza burgers. I was excited by it. I wasn't permitted to partake in such grown-up type stuff. It would be many more years before I was. We could eat the school food or have our lunches packed. One day, the girl, who had had hers packed, was pulling items out and among them was an amount of reddish goo surrounded by plastic wrap that was twisted, and tied at the top to contain the goo. As soon as I saw it I asked what it was. Without missing a beat, she replied, "Cat's blood." I said it was not. She said it was. This went back and forth awhile and she never did concede that it was anything but. Of course, it was ketchup, but I believed it was cat's blood until almost recess and entertained questions in my head like, "From whose cat?" and "How did she get it?" and "What's she intend to do with it?"
I still put myself in awkward situations and people still turn up to bail me out. I still love horror movies (more so now that I can watch them), especially anything with haunted houses or werewolves (no interest in a haunted house werewolf movie - no syrup touching the sausage) and I'm still gullible. I've held many jobs. I was a paperboy, back in the day when newspapers were delivered by paperboys on bikes. I pumped gas at an auto service station. I also repaired and changed tires there (on the side of the road, 'change a tire' means putting on the spare - at a garage it means putting fresh tires on rims). I've worked in restaurants as a server, host, dishwasher, prep cook, and line cook. I've worked for five different retail stores in three different malls. Server and kitchen help at a personal care facility. Unloaded trucks for Target, at three in the morning. Four years active duty, United States Army (MOS 63T - 'Bradley Fighting Vehicle Systems Mechanic'). While in the Army I also played keyboards, bass, drums, and sang in two Army soldier shows; the 2nd Infantry Division Soldier Show and the 1992 Army Soldier Show.
For a couple years I worked in the sound department at a PC video game developer and contributed music to three published titles; War Wind II: Human Onslaught, Sanitarium, and Warhammer 40,000: Rites of War.
I'm not an atheist, though I subscribe to no religion. Nor any political faction. I don't see those two things as being so different. I've strong opinions about what I like and don't like, but it seems to me that when a person, or, especially, a large group of people get caught on definitive, fundamental this-should-be's & this-should-not-be's we begin to miss the point, and miss out, collectively.
I'll watch any film directed by George Romero, Steven Spielberg, Quentin Tarantino, Tim Burton, or David Lynch. I think that even the worst turkeys by those guys are more interesting, inspiring, and thought-provoking than the best of much else I find out there. Wachowskis and Coens get honorable mention. My favorite musical artists are Jethro Tull, Oingo Boingo, Pink Floyd, Frank Zappa, and Jeff Beck. Tori Amos, Beck, and Billy Joel get honorable mention. My favorite authors are Stephen King and Elmore Leonard. I enjoyed all of the Harry Potter books & all of the Sookie Stackhouse books. I need to read more Ray Bradbury because he's a nut.
If I could do anything that I wanted all day, I'd play funky music and record funky jams, and watch more movies. I'd like to watch more stop-frame movies. Stop-frame blows my mind. It's got to be the most meticulous art form in existence. I've not the patience to practice it.
Here's a link to my me playing some funk.
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