You know, I'm supposed to be on vacation for a good part of the upcoming week, but getting frozen by tagging is a risk we take when we instigate electrification of our computational machinery. At least it happened before the Official Slack® begins. Thus, for your edification/whimsy/boredom, I humbly answer the following questions. I hope these frostbitten digits don't hinder my world-renowned typing skills too much.
Ten years ago, what were you doing?
"Come on Randal, let's blow this popsicle stand."
The same thing I'm doing now in terms of parenting, husbandry, employment and entertainment, except I watch The X-Files on DVD instead of over broadcast television. Yeah, baby, I sure do get around.
Five things on
today's tomorrow's 'to-do' list:
Since I'm off (did I mention that I will not be at work? Muahahahaha, etc) enjoying the quiet while the kids are at school only if my neo-redneck neighbor actually goes to his job that I assume he might have thereby preventing him from working on his junky, shit-ass cars, read, write, listen to tunes, vegetate.
If I were a billionaire, I would:
Buy a billion things at the dollar store. (no, I'd probably do some 'good,' but how sexy an answer is that, though I'm sure there will be some sex involved. Of course with my wife. And Gillian Anderson. No, not at the same time. Unless they're both okay with it, which they would be, right?)
Three bad habits I have:
If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Or throw up all over your shirt.
Five places I've lived:
Cleveland, Akron, Columbus, my head, my other head.
Five jobs I've had:
Salaried sex worker, state employee, federal employee, fortune teller, hot dog cart operator.
The Flying Nunly, La Belette Rouge, b. I can't recall who has and hasn't been tagged by this, so feel free to tag yourself. Just keep it down to a small roar, okay? I'm trying to relax.