Fracas said she wouldn’t tag me, because she was afraid I’d kill her.   But since she was so kind as to tag one of the writers here, who’s known for her sarcasm, of course she’d tag me…
     Right now, I’m still thinking, “Fracas did this on purpose!”

INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so:

1. More Random Than Average
2. Bluepaintred
3. Fracas
4. Diva (blogitude.com)
5. Mark (blogitude.com)

NEXT select five people to tag:

Thpft.  No.  The buck stops here.  heh  Besides, Diva already tagged five from this blog.

THEN answer the following Questions:

What were you doing 10 years ago?

• Flying back and forth to London
• Getting lots of migraines
• Helping a friend, who was going through a nasty separation.
• Running a company
• Assisting with various bits of Federal legislation
• Spending time with a pretty cool nine-year-old — first time I’d really spent any time with kids, and she was great.  But I also realized I’d never be able to handle having one of my own.

What were you doing 1 year ago?

• Waiting on divorce papers to come back signed
• Being overmedicated from trying to get rid of migraines
• Writing music again, but couldn’t play guitar due to medication
• Getting my bearings in my new house
• Reconnecting with family I hadn’t seen in years
• Running a company
• Realizing I’d already done everything I ever wanted to do — and coming up with some new things that I wanted to do
• Reflecting on baggage, and getting rid of it
• Dealing with an Internet Stalker

Five snacks you enjoy:

• Spicy Beef Jerky — or biltong, the South African variety
• Cheesecake — and not that moussy-type shit
• Fireballs — ya know, the cinnamon jaw breakers?
• Chili Cheese Fries, without the bacon — I’m allergic to pork
• Fried Pork Rinds — because I can’t eat them, I crave them

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:

• Anarchy in the UK - The Sex Pistols
• Synchronicity II - The Police
• Last Caress - The Misfits
• Mother - Danzig
• High - Lighthouse Family

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:

• Buy a house with cash — why bother with mortgage payments?
• Buy another beater car — no sense spending money on them
• Help some friends
• Make some good investments
• Two words — Disney World

Five bad habits:

• Cussing like a sailor
• Drinking like a fish
• Smoking like a freight train
• Spoiling women
• Helping people to my detriment

Five things you like doing:

• Reaching for the “unattainable” — I’ve attained a lot of those things just because I had the balls to try.
• Doing what I say I’ll do — keeping promises
• Making out — and making love
• Spoiling women — emotionally, financially, physically
• Helping people to my detriment — I’d rather get burned than turn away anyone who legitimately asks

Five things you would never wear again:
(Ok, I had pretty sensible clothing sense, so this’ll get esoteric)

• An under-arm carry holster — my arm gets sore
• One of my piercings — don’t ask
• A cast on my hands — they heal up fine without it
• Guilt/Shame/Dishonor from those who share my DNA — they can keep it
  Parachute pants — I think I wore them because everyone else did…

Five favorite toys:

• Romanian AK-47 circa 1968-1972 (milled) — though I don’t have mine anymore, it’s still a favorite
• Great video game/simulation — ArmA: Combat Operations
• My crappy car — since some people have felt it was okay to sabotage said vehicle so many times (screwing with my brakes, mufflers, tires, wheels, gas tank, windows, etc.), I decided a little offroading on July 4th wouldn’t hurt it much worse — good times, good times.  ;-)  Besides, driving still relaxes me.
• My Home Theater system — I put together all of the components so that I could have exactly what I wanted.  Nothing like watching Jurassic Park with bone-shattering bass that makes your heart race every time T Rex takes a step.
• My roommate’s cat — it wants total affection, but is so stand off-ish that it’ll attack you as soon as you get close.  The sadist in me can’t help but lead it around a little … besides, it’s bloody hilarious to watch it run up the wall after a laser pointer, and subsequently realize that it can’t hold onto the wall, freak out, and not land on its feet like usual…