So who am I to pass up an easy meme? Presenting the Multiple Layers of...well, me.
Name: Charles, according to the appropriate paperwork.
Birth date: November 1953.
Birthplace: Lake County, Illinois.
Current Location: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
Eye Color: Weathered brown.
Hair Color: Black, when it isn't grey, when it's there at all.
Height: 1.83 meters.
Righty or Lefty: Certified northpaw.
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius, the Weird Guy with the Pointed Sticks.
Your heritage: A hash of Latino, Levantine and Lutheran.
The shoes you wore today: New Balance sneakers.
Your weakness: Popeye's chicken and biscuits.
Your fears: Dying alone; actually falling in love.
Your perfect pizza: Papa John's with two meats per side.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Get far enough out of debt to be able to claim a positive net worth.
Your most overused phrase on AIM: "You rang?"
Your first waking thoughts: "Is it 6 o'clock already?"
Your best physical feature: Not applicable.
Your most missed memory: Um, someone I once knew.
Pepsi or Coke: Coca-Cola, with all the sugar and caffeine it's supposed to have.
McDonald's or Burger King: BK, though I'd prefer Whataburger to either.
Single or group dates: Insufficient data.
Adidas or Nike: I own a pair of Nikes, but I prefer New Balance.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton's, though Luzianne is better.
Chocolate or vanilla: Can I order a swirl cone?
Cappuccino or coffee: If it doesn't peel paint, it ain't coffee.
Smoke: Never touch the stuff.
Cuss: Farging A.
Sing: Far better I should keep my mouth shut.
Take a shower everyday: Twice on some days.
Do you think you've been in love: It felt like love. There were moments when...well, there were moments when.
Want to go to college: Tried it, they didn't like me.
Liked high school: Not as much as you think I did.
Want to get married: Where do I apply for divine intervention?
Believe in yourself: Depends on the topic.
Get motion sickness: If you're driving, probably.
Think you're attractive: Not even.
Think you're a health freak: Does hypochondria count?
Like thunderstorms: I sleep through them. This is Oklahoma, after all.
Play an instrument: Piano, after a fashion, and not a contemporary fashion at that.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: A brewski or two.
Smoked: Didn't even breathe hard.
Done a drug: Daily tranqs and antihypertensives.
Made out: Surely you jest.
Gone on a date: See above.
Gone to the mall: Well, Sears, anyway.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Not at one sitting.
Eaten sushi: Isn't fish supposed to be cooked?
Been on stage: All the world's a stage, and I want better lighting.
Been dumped: No dumper available.
Gone skating: Extreme klutziness makes this inadvisable.
Made homemade cookies: To the extent that yes, I thawed out the dough, yes.
Dyed your hair: What hair?
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Nope. And it's probably a good thing.
If so, was it mixed company: Not applicable.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: When I was younger, I hoisted a few.
Been caught "doing something": Not anything worth being caught at.
Been called a tease: Seldom does anyone call at all.
Gotten beaten up: Not since 11th grade, and not badly.
Shoplifted: No reason to.
Changed who you were to fit in: Inadequately, if at all.
Age you hope to be married: I've given up hope.
Numbers and Names of Children: 2 Rebecca and Russell.
Describe your Dream Wedding: I dare not dream of such things.
How do you want to die: As quietly, and as late, as possible.
Where you want to go to college: Some place totally obscure, so everyone will assume I had the diploma done at Kinko's.
What do you want to be when you grow up: Less immature.
What country would you most like to visit: The Martian colony.
Number of drugs taken illegally: Not even.
Number of people I could trust with my life: Probably more than I think.
Number of CDs that I own: 1,040.
Number of piercings: Zero.
Number of tattoos: Also zero.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: If letters to the editor count, about twenty.
Number of scars on my body: Six I know of.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Probably more than I think.
Who did you get this from: The Axis of Greeblie (which is to say, Dave).