I've been "tagged" by
Becky because her conniving evil ways know no bounds.
Apparently being "tagged" means this:
The rules are:
1. Post these rules
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves
3. Tags should write a journal/blog of these facts
4. At the end of the post 8 more persons are tagged and named
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged
Eight random things? Damnit. I'm too tired for this. But I can already tell you that I'm going to break rules 4 and 5. If I tag anyone, they'll probably hate me forever. OK, here goes...
1) When I was young, I had a huge crush on Susan Sarandon in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I also had a huge crush on Erin Grey from the Buck Rogers TV show. However, my BIGGEST crush of ALL was Michelle Meyrink, from Real Genius. Good LAWD!
2) I worked at an ice rink in San Diego around when I was 19 or 20 years old, and my job included driving the zamboni.
3) I had piano lessons for 10 years when I was a kid. I haven't played in a long time, mostly because I never had a living situation where I could have a noisy-ass piano, and I've probably forgotten almost everything. I remember once when I was a kid, I complained to my dad (as kids do) about piano lessons, and he said something like "Well, you didn't want to play hockey or soccer or anything." I don't remember even having a choice in the matter!
4) I didn't kiss a girl until I was 21. Yeah, I know, big surprise.
5) My first significant job (and highest paying job) was working as a production/designer/webmaster type for Danni's Hard Drive, which was a soft-core adult website. I had no experience doing web design, outside of tinkering with my own webpage at the time, but they hired me anyway. I guess they were desperate. But I'd like to think I was a great coworker and a benefit to the company. I got to meet a lot of porn stars and touch-up a lot of photos, too. Good times.
6) I'm VERY happy that I don't work in the porn industry anymore. However, I'm not happy that working in comics has halved my income.
7) After I moved out on my own to Los Angeles and got a job working in porn, my coworker Kathryn got me into the goth/industrial scene, where I would occasionally wear fishnet shirts and dance like an idiot. I'm sure they all hated me. If they didn't hate me for my crappy faux-goth dancing, they probably hated me for that one time I wore my Philadelphia Flyers jersey to a goth club.
8) My last love, who I was with for nearly 6 years, I met in a goth chatroom on the internet. Somehow that's just hilarious to me now. And, no, I'm not goth (damnit, STARKINGS!).
9) Once when I was a little kid, my family and I were at a hotel swimming pool, and I thought I could swim in the deep end, so I dove in. Of course, I couldn't tread water, and I was too far away from the side of the pool, so I started to choke and go under. I nearly drowned, but my dad was right there, and he kinda came up from underneath me and basically shoved me the hell out of the pool. Like, I was airborne and made a child-sized wet "kathwack" sound when I hit the cement. Boy did I feel like a dumbass. But, not long after that, in a "swimming class", they made us jump off a diving board into the deep end. I thought I was going to be the laughing stock of the class, but somehow I swam just fine. Go figure.
10) My first concert was a triple-bill featuring Ministry, Sepultura and Helmet. It was... intense, to say the least. I think I was 17 years old at the time. Helmet opened, and I ventured into my first mosh pit, where I had some good ol' pushing-and-shoving fun. When Sepultura peformed, the mosh pit became some kind of Whirlpool Of HURT. Being a dumb kid, and having been in weight training and in pretty good shape, I figured I'd be fine, so I went in again. A couple songs later, I came out sweaty, unscathed and thinking "Hey, this is fun. Piece o' cake!" I didn't think about it at the time, but shortly after I came out of the mosh pit, I noticed a woman being carried out, face bloody and unable to walk. As I was standing at the edge of the mosh, someone was thrown clear over my head. I mean, I had to duck a little, but he was OVER MY HEAD. I saw a lot of broken people that night. I had blood on my clothes, and it wasn't mine. I was probably lucky I didn't end up hospitalized. Thinking THAT pit was bad... when Ministry performed, the pit was an absolute warzone. You could feel the pain emanating from it's twisting destructive mass. By that point, I had pretty much realized the whole "discretion is the better part of valor" thing. Heh. DAMN that was a great concert!
OK, so hopefully those things are good enough to qualify, because I can't think of anything better to say right now!
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, BECKY?! HUH?! ARE YA?!