PH tagged me with this thing. Here are the rules. I will state now that rules 4 and 5 will be ignored, partly because pretty much everyone has already been tagged, but mostly because I’m lazy.

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on the blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Six random facts about me. Hmm.

1.) I have driven my current car 132 mph on the Washington Blacktop. I will never drive that fast again on public roads. The acceleration got a bit hairy between 100 and 110, but right around 115 the pure force of air resistance glues the car to the ground. It’s amazing how long it takes to SLOW DOWN to 55 from over 130. I guess when you think about it, it’s like going from 75 to a dead stop, only with a little more momentum.

2.) I know enough about the concepts of quantum physics (Uncertainty Principle, Wave-Particle Duality, etc.) to talk about it, but not enough to demonstrate it mathematically. I’m not Will Hunting.

3.) I feel that there are two types of people in the world: Rolling Stones people and Beatles people. Listening to the Beatles nauseates me. I respect what they did for pop music, but I would rather have my fingers filed off than listen to Sergeant Fucking Pepper. I think they were pretentious assbags, and if Lennon had his way, we’d all be standing in bread lines and living in the People’s Apartment Towers. Obviously, I’m a Rolling Stones person.

4.) I was adopted at birth. Before you ask, no, I’ve never met my biological family, and I still don’t know if I want to. I do know I have biological siblings in the Peoria area. I have an unreasonable paranoia that I could end up being intimate with a sister. It freaks me out sometimes.

5.) I’ve been cuffed and put in the back of a police car before, but I’ve never been charged with a crime. I was marginally involved in a fight between 5 of my friends and about 15 Mexican migrant workers, many of whom were carrying pipes and bats. It was not a fun evening. I escaped unscathed, but a few cars had their windshields busted out, and at least one migrant worker had his head planted in a car door.

6.) I have a collection of over 200 rave flyers, several of which are autographed by performers. I don’t have them displayed in my home anymore because that part of my life is over.