It’s about damn time everybody found out who everybody else truly is. I know that some of you out there know each other, but I don’t know anything about a single person on this board. But I want to know…and so do other people.
A good example, off the top of my head, would be ChiefScott. There has to have been some traumatic experience from his life that makes him hate smiley-faces the way he does and there has to be a cause for his insatiable lust for squirrel’s blood too.
These are the kinds of things that I want to find out about everybody.
I know that some of you lead lives away from the boards, and if you don’t mind, maybe you should share them. That way everyone on the board can gain perspective on where everyone else is coming from.
I’m sure it would help out all of the newbies, too. Then they wouldn’t be in the dark on some of the long running jokes around here (like I am).
I hope that some of that made sense, cause now that I reread it, it is just an incoherent babbling mess. But hey, everybody’s gotta be good at something, even if it is confusion.
I was bitten by an owl.
I have been involved in 6 car accidents in the last 7 years.
I read a lot.
I dislike celebrating holidays (personal, not religious reasons).
I hate talking/singing ducks.
I have met one person from these boards IRL.
Like Demo, I like beer, too. I like wine even more.
I talk about food, perhaps more than what’s normal and healthy, but it’s my life–it’s what I know.
I have a magical embroidered knit cap that I wear constantly from the months of November to March. It’s magical in the fact that for some reason, strangers are drawn to it. In fact, I even have had some people come up and rub it.
I drive my local manicurist crazy because I always come in for pedicures, but never have manicures.
You can find nearly my whole life here in bits and pieces!
Born and raised in St Louis, love football and baseball, used to play baseball (2nd base) but can’t anymore since a car accident wrecked my knees. I served in the Air Force from 1992-1996 where I worked for AF Intelligence (not as interesting as it sounds) and have traveled quite extensively. Just after I got out of the AF is the time of the car accident that left me in a wheelchair for weeks. I had broken my left leg, arm, 3 ribs, and hyperextended my right knee. I got better and became an electrician and got engaged. The fiance and I broke up on very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very bad terms, and I still hate her and make jokes about her here often. Her name (loathe as I am to even say it) was Jennifer. I took myself out of the dating pool for about a year and then met Honesty, my current fiance. I cleaned myself up from drugs, alcohol, and discovered that I have clinical depression which I am now on medication for. I originally registered here under the name BratMan007. Honesty was at one time registered here, but her own problems with alcohol made her quite an annoying poster and after a troll posted that I had been in another car accident, her explosive temper tantrums (and previous behavior) got her banned. I was banned too for a while until it was settled with the Admins to their satisfaction that I was not the troll in question. I later changed my name to Crunchy Frog, Honesty has stopped drinking and now we’re all living happily ever after?
I was born in Dalton, GA (carpet capital of the world) on Christmas Day, 1970. My parents are a salesman (he’s sold just about everything) and a first grade teacher. I grew up in Knoxville. Played football in HS, sang and acted in HS, found out that those activities don’t go all that well together. Went to UT (TN) and sold advertising for a few years when I graduated. Discovered I didn’t like sales, went to grad school (Clemson)for an MBA. Met Tracy, my wife, while in grad school. Greatest thing that ever happened to me. We moved to Birmingham for two years. I had a stroke that was originally diagnosed as an ear infection. Still not 100% from that, still can’t write worth crap. We bought a house. Tracy was transferred to Dallas. We sold the house, moved to Dallas, and got an apt. Got married in Sept. Loving married life. No kids, two cats (20 and 17 lbs.), and looking (once again) for a house.
I don’t like beer. Music is my drug.
I used to be a darned good ballerina.
I have magnets in my head, because someone is always being drawn to my hair.
My lucky numbers are 3, 13, and 23.
I read a lot.
I’ve been to the National Spelling Bee in Washington, DC. I’ve met many musicians.
steelie, check out Bottle Of Smoke’s “Hiya, stranger, tell me a little about yourself” thread. Somewhere around 100 Dopers posted here: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=40045
Oh yeah, I like beer, too. I am especially fond of Jack Daniel’s very own brew (yes, they make beer, and a mighty fine one at that). I live 50 minutes away from Motlow, TN, and have taken the occasional road trip to pick up a case or two. If anyone is ever in the area, I recommend taking the free tour of the JD distillery.
Me? Most of the sordid details of my life can be found in various threads, including the one above.
And like screech-owl, I can do without the holidays as well. If it was up to me, I’d just fast-forward to spring training and enjoy baseball once again.
My name’s Dan, and I’m a SDMB-aholic. I’m 34, am a big fat whitey living in S. Korea, I teach English at Hanyang University, I’m engaged to the coolest womanEVER (and damned lucky to be so!!), I like beer, reading, the Simpsons, Futurama, playing guitar (after about 15 years, I still suck… don’t ask), computer games, uh… and other cool stuff…
I tend to injure myself in odd, stupid ways. I have fallen out of a shower and received a twelve inch bruise on my leg. Multi-colored, really gross. I fell of a chair a few years ago and sprained a ligament in my ankle. That is now my weak ankle and I can’t bend it very much (Kinda sucks for walking)
I get easily addicted to things, a reason I stay away from drugs and alchohol and candy corn…
I know one other person on this board, Jester, and as it happens, that’s because I’m dating him. (Oh, the stories I could tell…:D)
I read and write a lot. We’re in the middle of winter exams right now, so I cracked out my good copy of “Exiles: The Ruins of Ambrai”, a good-sized 825 page book that I read every year around this time. My friends want to burn it.
A friend of mine got attacked by a flock of ducks right in the courtyard of our school, which has lead to an aversion to the demonic winged creatures of the Devil. Oh, and squirrls. They’re evil too.
My deep psychological issues stem from an egocentrical father, according to my current shrink. Oh course, this guy’s a moron and the only reason I go to see him (besides the insistance of my aforementioned, egocentrical father) is to mess with his head. He shouldn’t last more than a year. They never do, once I set my mind to it…
Oh, dang. I didn’t intend that smiley.
It was pure fear.
See, I was about to reveal the truth…that actually his name is Uncle Ovaltine, but he didn’t think it sounded macho enough.
In no way posted by Veb–who’s innocent, I tell you!
I was born in Springfield, IL on August 19, 1970. I had a reasonably ordinary childhood. Was in the gifted classes in elementary school and Jr. High. By the time High School came around I lost interest in such things and concentrated on getting out. Went to a state university for 3 years and then transferred to a private, religious school (dumbest thing I ever did). Graduated college, went to Japan to teach English for about six months, came home. Married Mrs. Rastahomie, flopped around from job to job in Joplin, MO for a few years, and then moved home to Springfield, IL and have flopped from job to job since then. I’m trying to make money as a writer. Wish me luck. [venting]College degree and I’m lucky to get a job in data entry[/venting]
I go to church every Sunday. I vote Republican. I have mild claustrophobia and even milder Social Anxiety Disorder. I like to travel. I went to a Straight Dope meeting here in town last winter and I met several dozen other Dopers IRL. I’m looking forward to doing it again. And I don’t like beer.
I edit marketing newsletters for a company that makes equipment for automated medical analyses. Fortunately, I am somewhat better at finding typos in the NL’s than in these posts.
I do a bit of photography on the side, mostly involving urban landscapes and railroading.
I used to like beer, but now I prefer wine.
I’ve got two brothers, a sister and an adopted sister. One of the brothers stopped speaking to my parents about twenty-five years ago and no one in the family has heard from him since about 1988. We think he may live in Tennessee.
I was sitting in a bar on State Street in Santa Barbara, Ca one Saturday afternoon when someone shouted, "Hey! There goes Chekhov from Star Trek!. I rushed to the door but he was already gone. That is closest I’ve ever come to seeing an actual Hollywood celebrity.
Actually, I lied. I once saw Sam Shepard and Jessica Lange together at Les Deux Magots in Paris. They seemed very much in love.
I’m a 3.7 according to amihotonot.com. I dressed up for the photo.
and there has to be a cause for his insatiable lust for squirrel’s blood too.