Blog Tag – 5 Things You Didn’t Know About Me

I decided to put this on the personal blog rather than CostPerNews even though I got tagged by Jim in the industry and I’m tagging others in the online industry. Anyways, on with the show…

Today I got “blog tagged” by Jim Kukral. The idea is that you tag 5 of your blogger buddies and pass the torch, also that you (the tag-ee) must write 5 things about yourself that many people don’t know. So here goes my list, with my 5 tags below.

1. I am a food seperationist. I cannot have anything on my plate touching at any time. My grandmother has always compensated at family holiday meals by having a spare plastic plate with the dividers for me.ehlers.jpg

2. My pinkies bend all the way back and I can put both of my legs over my head. Anna (my physician wife) says I have Ehler’s Danlos and my aorta is going to blow out soon. Yippee.

3. I’m afraid of the dark… still. I know. It’s sad.

4. My eventual plan is to get my poetry published, live off of royalties, teach a little college and retire to a large farm in Western North Carolina that will double as a dog rescue shelter.

5. When I was younger, if I touched anything, I had to touch it four times. Somehow, I willed myself to stop doing it, but occassionally when I’m nervous or frustrated I’ll catch myself doing it again.

Now that you think I’m a complete freak, it’s my turn to tag five other bloggers.

SO, I tag Jeff Molander, Beth Kirsch, Shawn Collins, Scott Jangro, Jay Weintraub and my new hero Billy Jones.

posted: 06 December 15
under: Blogging

  • > My eventual plan is to get my poetry published, live off of royalties, teach a little college and retire to a large farm in Western North Carolina that will double as a dog rescue shelter.

    Sam - I hate to break this to you, but I think the last poet to make "real" money in the U.S. may have been Rod McKuen (who I quite like and saw in concert 3 years ago).

    However, I've got a similar dog rescue pipe dream. The wife isn't digging it, but I think it would be great to have a sprawling farm with hundreds of rejected dogs.

    We'd all feast on steak and pity stray cats, as they wouldn't be allowed on the premises.
  • You're on, Dude!
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