Ten Weird Things About Me
tagged me for 10 Weird Things about Me
. The rules are:
Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
I'm so late replying to this that I don't remember who on my flist has and hasn't done this before. If you haven't, feel free to consider yourself tagged.****
At age thirteen I participated in a union protest march against Reagan. This was to protest firing the air traffic controllers. And I believed in the cause at the time. I was there with my mother's IAM local.
If I'm really tired during long distance driving I'll keep myself from nodding off by taking the numbers on the mile markers and factoring them (537 = 3 * 179).
I've been complimented for my calm temperment. It's not true. We were just at TRW, and nothing there was as annoying as when I was at Pioneer. As I told them, "There's no one here I want to kill."
I took a science fiction writing class from Joe Haldeman, which I'm sure did wonders for the quality of my fanfic.
A sarcastic retort I made to a customer is now a catch-phrase at Allstate Insurance. When giving a report of a stolen car the customer told me the color was "tungsten". My response: "Lady, we use the Crayola eight-pack here."
From a discussion at work, it apparently is weird for me as an engineer to remember my first kiss better than my first calculator.
My usual comfort reading books these days are historical romances by Georgette Heyer. Which isn't that weird, but they've taken the place of David Drake's Hammer's Slammers books and similar SF gorefests. Which is a weird switch.
My writing ability is amazingly fickle. The same number of words can come out in an afternoon or take more than a year to finish. There's one piece I've been kicking around for several years and still haven't gotten it half finished.
I once crawled out on a fifth floor ledge to hang up a ringing phone. Long story.
When I laugh really hard my face turns completely red. This used to make celticdragonfly
think I was having a stroke, but now she's used to it. Current Mood: silly