I don’t know why, but graphs charting ordinary stuff are really funny. Maybe it’s just me. Or maybe its a geek thing. I’m not sure.

Meme’s are so, like, 2 years ago. But I haven’t done one yet, and my friend Alwen tagged me with one. So here goes.

7 random things about me you may not know…

1. I crave hot dogs. I put them in soup. I role them up in tortillas with a little cheese. I eat them cold. I will eat them until I feel like barfing

2. I hold a white belt in at least three martial arts. No kidding.

i. Kun Tao - A variety of Kung Fu practiced in Indonesia. (The teacher told me I’d earned a green belt in this one, but I couldn’t have fought my way out of an angry preschool with these techniques: so, I still think of myself as a white belt.)
ii. Muay Thai - Our school didn’t have belts. So my belt is still white.
iii. YMCA Karate - I have no idea how long I was actually in these classes, but somehow I missed all the belt tests. I was like totally the most fearsome white belt in the class.

3. I hate doing things I suck at. I grew up with modest talents in a number of areas, and got accustomed to being good at things without putting in much effort. It’s a curse, because later in life I have a hard time staying the course when things get hard. And everything gets hard, sooner or later.

4. I pierced my own ear once. It didn’t hurt at all, but I suspect that’s because I was more than a little drunk at the time. Sadly, I didn’t have an earring to put in the hole, so it was rather pointless.

5. I take one heck of a long time to finish a meme. Seriously. What’s my problem?

6. Pet peeve: People who keep large, aggressive dogs in their front yards. I’m running along, minding my own business, enjoying the peace and quiet of my neighborhood, when suddenly 100+ pounds of bad doggie charges out of nowhere and throws itself at me. Yes, I realize afterward that I’m perfectly safe on my side of the fence. But why should I have to wear two pairs of super hero underwear when I go running?

What really pisses me off are the people who only have four foot fences. Are you telling me that a 100 pound Rottie, moving at 25 mph, can’t clear a four foot fence? And don’t even get me started about the a__hole who uses some invisible sonic collar thing instead of a fence. The next time his wife decides to run her hair dryer and the toaster at the same time, some little kid is going to be puppy chow.

7. I used to play a pretty mean blues harp (harmonica).

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Rules:
A. List 7 random things about yourself that people may not know.
B. Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
C. Post the rules on your blog.
D. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

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Thanks for all the feedback, both in comments to this post and in meat-space. (Ie., the real world, First Life, etc.) I’m pleasantly surprised that so many people actually read this blog.

The votes were generally 50-50. Friends who had the misfortune of observing the years of navel-gazing which ultimately led to my decision to go to law school favored staying. (Reading between the lines, I think they were begging me not to put them through it again.) Those who were more acquainted with my current grumbling favored quitting.

I have made up my mind, I think, to stay. I wasn’t satisfied with what I was doing before law school, and there was some gut-level reason I decided to go to law school. If nothing else, it will open up a wider range of life experiences. The adventure lies ahead, not behind.

Thanks for all the thoughts. Sorry for all the belly-aching.

My new favorite web comic!

http://pbfcomics.com

You know, I have to admit that I’m not a very *good* blogger. I’m inconsistent. I’m required to be consistent as an employee, as a husband, and as a father - that’s about all the consistency I can handle.

Recreational activities (like this blog) don’t get that level of commitment. I guess that’s the difference between me and Will Wheaton. That, and the fact that my part on Star Trek, The Next Generation, was cut during the pilot.

All of which is to say that I don’t think I’m going to do any more cartoons for a while. When I drew the first three, I thought, “Hey, maybe I can draw a lot of these and have a successful web comic and/or submit them for print syndication.” (Eight years ago I did, in fact, submit 6 weeks of a daily comic strip for syndication.)

But doing that really doesn’t gel with my other goals at the moment. Drawing isn’t, actually, all that much fun. It’s the initial creative process, and the positive (usually) feedback from the readers, which make cartooning enjoyable. So, right now, it’s not the thing to do. Oh well. That’s not to say, of course, that I won’t change my mind.

I’m not blogging or drawing at the moment because I have a secret project which is eating up all my spare time. It’s very hush-hush. Hopefully I’ll have something (hopefully) funny to post, soon. Until then, I urge my readers to explore the Internets. Remember, they’re really just a network of tubes, according to Congress.

A friend of mine has a very cool … thing … on the web. I’m not sure how to describe it. Basically, it’s a labrinth of web pages linked together non-intuitively and non-linearly. Each page is a creative work of some kind and many of them contain one or more hidden links to other creative works in the labrinth. I’m not sure how else to describe it. Check it out. Link. It is, I believe, still in-progress.

… when the only thing you can think about blogging is the appearance of several very odd and out-of-place porcelein sculptures in the lobby of your office building. Welcome to my world. The sculptures are actually kind of cool, but they should be on Pearl Street in Boulder, or perhaps in Cherry Creek. In their current location, they look like aliens escaping from a government testing facility. That’s how I feel at the end of the work day, so I may be projecting.

Wow. This has been the worst week ever for comments. I even miss being spammed. That’s what I get for having a baby and checking out for a month. Well, I mean, my wife had the baby, but, you know, I mean I’m a new dad and it’s a lot of work.