Oh boy…purplebear, having ruined my no-smiley policy, now causes me to have stage fright.
Well, I’m not exactly fascinating, but let’s see what I can come up with. I go by R.C., or Rich…or “hey you!” will work sometimes. I’m from The Middle Of Nowhere, Pennsylvania, where we correctly say “pop” rather than “soda.” I’m a fan of the Pittsburgh pro sports teams, which means I suffer from a lot of sportus disgustus…and I’m a Penn State alum, which this year doesn’t help that condition.
I have a BA in Political Science (a politician! boo! hiss!) and a JD (A LAWYER! BOO! HISS!), which probably means I’ll be among the first against the wall when the revolution comes. I’m a registered Republican (oh, stop with the booing and hissing), mainly because I fit in slightly less poorly than with the Democrats.
I’m 37 years old and divorced. This past weekend I got to meet my ex-wife’s new husband for the first time–she wants everybody to be friends. Somewhat to my surprise, I survived the experience.
I’m 6’ 1 1/2" tall, and I weigh 270 pounds–way too much pizza. I have longish brown hair, except on top where it’s turning invisible (I know it usedto be there). I have a beard and moustache, also brown…except for a little blond. For some reason, the older I get, the more blond that shows up. (I’d think it was gray, but of course that’s not possible.) I have green eyes, neither of which are very cooperative–I’m nearsighted in one and farsighted in the other.
(Jeez…I feel like I’m doing one of those online personal ads.)
(No, before somebody asks, I’ve never done an online personal ad.)
I’m diabetic. I’ll never understand people who use IV drugs–I hatesticking needles into myself twice a day. After seven and a half years, you’d think I’d be used to it. I’m also a raging insomniac.
I’ve written everything from legal briefs to a novel (which I hope to get published eventually)–and a few posts here as well–but I am still a pretty bad typist (I use a total of five fingers). I was even worse with typewriters, though–I used to be one of the leading consumers of Liquid Paper. We won’t discuss my handwriting–even Ican’t read it sometimes.
I read a lot for pleasure. Since I started writing fiction, I’ve developed a habit of critiquing other people’s writing styles. This is a bit distracting–it’s hard to lose yourself in the story when you just hatethe writer’s use of parentheticals.
In terms of the SDMB, I’m fairly obscure. However, I am the SDMB Chief Crybaby–I’m still waiting for the first stipend check for this position.
My favorite drink is ice water. My favorite flavor of ice cream is vanilla. And I love the song My Heart Will Go Onby Celine Dion. There’s a reason I didn’t call myself MysterEcksytement.
purplebear, I thank you for being interested, and for your kind words.
Hopefully I didn’t put your entire thread to sleep.