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Mike tagged me for the seven deadly sins random things meme. Right-o, lets see what we come up with.

1. I’ve been known to sometimes (and by sometimes, I mean often) go *weeks* without really talking to anyone, beyond the unavoidable “transactional” speech needed sometimes with a cashier, etc. Weirder, this generally doesn’t bother me, except when I reflect on how weird this makes me.
2. Mike and the other guys from work already know about this, but — I have a weird thing about my lunch schedule. See, if left to my own devices, I would probably eat the same thing almost every day. Which is probably bad for my soul at least, if not for my health. So, to ensure some degree of relatively even distribution, I adhere to a well defined rotation schedule. We’ll start with Tuesday: sub/sandwich shops, rotate weekly between Blimpie’s, Subway, Quiznos, Jimmy John’s, Jersey Mike’s, Lenny’s, Schlotzsky’s, and Which Which. Wednesday is burito day, with turns taken by Moe’s, Baja Fresh, and Blue Coast. Thursday we go for cafe/deli sandwiches between Bread & Co, Jason’s Deli, Panera, Wolfgang Puck’s, Atlanta Bread Co, and McAllister’s, and Friday is for Asia and the Mediterranean — Royal Thai, Miss Saigon, PF Chang’s, and the Greek Cafe. Back to Monday, that’s cheap day — Subway every week, except for when it’s Subway’s turn on Tuesday, giving me one week at Wendy’s every two months. I’m not psycho-inflexible about all this mind you, I’ll change it up for the occasional social invite or free meal or whatever, but this is my default schedule.
3. Many eons ago I performed in a somewhat successful play called “The Brady Show From Hell”, in which we took real episodes of the Brady Bunch and performed them on stage re-written basically as a variation on The Aristocrats. I was “Alice” in this incestuous try-sexual family of drug addicts and fecal fetishists, the androgynous dominatrix maid who offset her fishnets with combat boots. She didn’t mind cleaning up after the orgies so long as the family members were all good little slaves during. It was, of course, a comedy.
4. I wrote my own word processor when I was in 6th or 7th grade or so. OK, well, it was planned to be a word processor, but it really never got farther than a notepad-esque text editor. And being written in BASIC on an Apple IIe, it was slow as hell, almost unusably so. Still I was thinking big — I had this crazy plan to output everything in the high-resolution graphics mode, drawing the text so I could show fonts and such on the screen. I wonder if anyone ever ran with that?
5. I never was much of one for political norms. I was selected to go to Boys State around 10th grade or so, where I ran for Senator on an anarchist platform pledging that if elected, I would do absolutely nothing. I didn’t win. [Oh! But I did take second I think in the talent show. Played an old improv in A minor, and stuck a pack of burning incense where a candelabra might sit. I'm trying to resist a cheap Sarah Pain flute joke here. ]
6. I played a mean tuba back in junior high.
7. I was quite obese through most of my youth. I don’t mean chubby or husky or big-boned, I mean my 6th grade self probably had sixty pounds on the adult me. Needless to say my sense of self-esteem never fully recovered from it, despite having stayed mostly thin to average for not quite twenty years now since. Being the perpetual butt of the joke at lunch time in particular has left me still generally uncomfortable eating around other people. Not enough to keep me from doing so, but enough to set all my neuroses firing when I do.

Oh, right, now I’m supposed to tag. Hmm, dunno. Most of the people who I figure would do this thing probably already have. Well, let’s try Logan.