7 things
There’s a general twitter / blog meme going around where you list 7 things people don’t know about you. I’m never particularly sure about these things. This is practically only one step away from sending each other FW: FW: FW: emails and I won’t have that, people. Not under my roof.
Still.
- I have a little bit of Marfan Syndrome. Kinda. Somehow I managed to get all the good bits. If you’re bored and want the whole list, read this. Otherwise, my highlights are being tall, super flexible (double jointed and able dislocate everything painlessly) and having an arm span longer than my height. The other stuff, heart and the like, I don’t seem to have. So, really, what I want you to take away from this is that I have super-powers.
- This site named after a line in a poem. It’s the second domain I’ve owned to do so.
- I used to have to travel a lot for work and now I don’t. I spent most of 2007 in Moscow and Indonesia. I got tired of it and quit. I now spend most of my time sat at a desk, listening to music, talking to maybe 4 or 5 people a day at work. I only regret this on some days. Some days.
- I love running. I’m not particularly good at it. I run to de-stress. I run over issues with girls, work, life… anything. The runner’s high is a nice bonus.
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I went geek fast. You know that episode of The Simpsons where Bart became a geek in the space of about a day? Yeah, true story. Over the course of 10 days I got glasses, braces and shoe inners and told about the Marfan thing. Being 13 sucked.
- I have a scar about the size of a 50p coin on my arm from an Ultimate Frisbee initiation. It went wrong. We were trying for something called a ‘smiley’, a lot of tequila was involved. I could have it removed surgically but it really reminds me how stupid I can be when drunk.
- I used to want to be a writer, a marine biologist, a psychologist and a musician when I was small. Computers were nowhere near my first choice. But I love what I do now.
So there you go. I’m not going to ‘tag’ anyone else but tomorrow I’ll probably write something on my thoughts on Twitter (oh, another opinion on a already-touted-as-dying service that everyone’s already ‘got over’? How NOVEL.) and the people whom I enjoy on it.
Now go forward some emails or get me a cocktail or, God, whatever it is you people do.