Thursday, February 15, 2007

I'm Not Weird... You Just Don't Understand Me

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, Rob at How About Two? asked that I tell the world five odd things about me. Here's my list:

1. When I was a child, I lived on a tiny island in the south Pacific called Kwajalein, located in the Kwajalein Atoll of the Marshall Islands. When I say the island was small, I mean it was really small. It was usually possible to see both lagoon-side and ocean-side water at all times, just by turning your head. It was cool. I wouldn't want to go back, though. Despite the amazing weather and unlimited access to some of the most beautiful water on the planet, Kwajalein was a little too small.

2. I am very distantly related to a former pro-wrestler. He's like a cousin's uncle or something. Like I said, it's a very distant relation and technically doesn't even count as an actual relation, but I've seen him at enough family events that I feel like that's official enough for me. Despite what you might think, Sgt. Slaughter is actually a kind, very soft spoken guy, who should have a blog of his own. He's a heck of a dad. Or, at least, he was... I haven't seen him in years. Oh... and for the record... pro wrestling is completely real. Completely real.

3. I create ambient music on my laptop. You know that kind of music that makes you think, "Who the hell listens to this garbage? It sounds like a seashell in coma, for cryin' out loud?!" Yeah, that's the stuff I do. Please, I beg of you, think more Tangerine Dream than Josh Tesh. That's "new age" and a totally different thing. I am not a Yanni of the mountains. As much as I'd like to be, I'm not a Brian Eno of the foothills either. It's just a hobby.

4. My nickname in high school was "Friar," thanks to a cult that a friend of mine and I dreamt up in study hall. Cults, we decided, was where the money was, but I never got paid for my duties as high priest, just an odd nickname.

5. I was adopted... sort of. My aunt and uncle took me in when my biological mother (my uncle's sister) was going through a rough time and the rough time never really ended until she died of cancer last year. So, my mom and dad are really my aunt and uncle, my sisters are really my cousins, and I was the only kid in my kindergarten class who knew how to roll a joint. Most of my extended family assume I'm the family Jim Morrison, thanks to some guilt by biological association, but I'm actually pretty well adjusted and haven't had much need for a stay in a treatment center. I don't even own any cool leather pants.

Unofficial 6th Item: Like a lot of people who've been doing these lists, I make it a point to be on-time. If we're having a meeting, I'm usually there early and have to wait around until its time for the meeting to start. If we're just getting together to have a friendly meal, I'm usually in the car, listening to my iPod for a while, until the agreed upon time rolls around. I don't really consider this strange. I consider it POLITE. Being punctual isn't a character flaw, people. Honest! Stop feeling bad about it!

I think I'm supposed to "tag" other people. Most of the blogs I read pretty faithfully have already done this, so I'm going to pick on a fellow Denver dad, Mitch at Mitch McDad's World, and one of my new blog crushes... Maria at just eat your cupcake, you're up!


Rob Barron said...

Maybe you should start another blog and call it The Lizard King, or you could go the slightly more obscure route and call it Mr. Mojo Risin'.

And it's HOW About Two? Maybe I'll write a little piece tonight about how the name came to be (besides the obvious).

Denver Dad said...

Rob... Mr. Mojo Risin' would be a cool name for a blog. Sadly, I'm not the man to write it. It would lose a lot of its oomph when I post stuff like, "Went to bed at 8:30 again last night. Damn... I really wanted to watch that CSI too." Hardly appropriate posts for the Lizard King.

Sorry about the goof on your blog's title. It's fixed!

Maria said...

Wow. A small island native named Friar who could roll joints at an early age and is punctual?

Sounds to me like fun dinner conversation could be had.

I will do my best to figure out how to narrow my 482 weird habits down to just five....give me some time. My list is soooo long!

creative-type dad said...

You really need to get yourself some leather pants. I'm wearing mine right now.

Denver Dad said...

Maria... I'm not saying I used to roll joints as a kindergartener, just that I had the skill set and know-how.

Creative-Type Dad: Blogging in leather pants? That just might be the coolest thing ever. I'm not even sure if I'm being sarcastic. I'm *that* disoriented.

The Real Mother Hen said...

I too will go to meeting before it starts. Heck I even went to a Chinese New Year dinner right on time just last week! Actually I've never given it much thought, till I read your blog. You're right, being punctual is being polite, there is nothing bad about it...

Denver Dad said...

Hey, Real Mother Hen, thanks for dropping by and taking the time to comment! I appreciate it! I'm looking forward to reading your blog!