So who am I to pass up an easy meme? Presenting the Multiple Layers of...well, me.

LAYER ONE:
  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.

LAYER TWO:
  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.

LAYER THREE:
  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.

LAYER FOUR:
  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.

LAYER FIVE:
  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.

LAYER EIGHT:
  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.

LAYER NINE:
  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).

The Vent

#375
1 February 2004

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