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No way I'm going to re-read all of that and check for typos. The first half should be pretty decent, since I did actually read those over. The second half probably has a lot of typos.

1. I was born in Kokomo, IN, when my dad was stationed at Grissom AFB.
2. My brother and sister were born at the same hospital as I was. My brother before me in the same stint at Grissom AFB, but my sister after me on a different stint at Grissom AFB.
3. I'm told I once "stabbed" a kid with a butter knife, long enough ago that I don't remember. While our mothers yelled at each other, we went back to playing together.
4. When I was in the third or fourth grade, there was an older kid who lived down the street from me who was a bit of a bully. One day, he hit me, for some reason I don't remember (I'm sure it wasn't justified). I went crying to my mother, and my mother ran out of the house towards the kid. He took off. My mom took off after him. I was told that he ran into his fenced yard and then said something to my mother about her not being able to get him, since he was in his yard. She hit him and came back home. His mother came to our door a little bit after that and got into it with my mother. I don't remember anything about their talk. I also don't remember getting picked on by that kid after that.
5. I remember my mom telling me that, if someone told me "Your mother wears Army boots", I could say "That's right." She went in to the Air Force from high school, which is where she met my dad. She got out of the Air Force some time after she was pregnant with my brother, since, back then, a woman could get out of the military if she got pregnant.
6. No one has ever tried to tell me that my mother wears Army boots. It was apprently a popular insult when she was a kid.
7. My father was an air traffic controller in the Air Force for 10 years. When he got out, after a short time as a manager at Wendy's and a job at some sort of warehouse, he got a job as a mail sorter in the Post Office, where he stayed for another 12 years or so, moving up to a supervisory position fairly quickly. Two typically high-stress jobs, air traffic controller and postal employee, but he handled them very well. He retired something like 5 years ago and now has a part-time job delivering auto parts.
8. My dad was the person in charge of the control tower when an airplane stopped over at Lakenheath Air Base in England. The whole tower was cleared except for him. It turns out that the plane held gold that was sent to the Iranians when they freed the hostages. I didn't learn this until I was an adult.
9. My father had one near-miss as an air traffic controller, but it was never reported.
10. My father is a big part of who I am today. Despite that (because of that?), I don't have a very close relationship with him.
11. I am closer to my mother than I am to my father, and I am very much like my mother. We had a long, personal conversation during Christmas of 2001 where I found out just how alike we are.
12. My brother had cystic fibrosis, a genetic disease that, among other things, causes people to have thick mucus and a lack of pancreatic enzymes. It also makes people much smaller than average, so, after about age 2, I was bigger than my older brother.
13. When I was around 2, or maybe a little younger, people thought my brother and I were twins. We were the same size, we both had blond hair (I had curly blonde hair for the first several years of my life), and my parents dressed us in similar outfits.
14. I always thought my brother was much cooler than I was.
15. My brother died April 16, 1994. I cried a lot at the funeral and wiped my eyes and nose on the sleeve of my suit jacket. My sister complained to my dad about it (in church), and my dad told her to leave me alone.
16. I played Spoons, a card game, with some of my brother's friends at his wake.
17. Shortly before he died, my brother and his best friend bought a large number of tickets to a Pink Floyd concert in Indianapolis, hoping to sell them at a profit. The concert was after he died, so we got a bunch of people together to go. Hearing Comfortably Numb has made me very emotional since then.
18. I felt tears welling up as I typed #17.
19. I am something of a perfectionist. A lot of times, this leads to me not doing things because I know I can't do them perfectly, or as well as someone whose work I admire.
20. My mom likes to tell the story of how I once organized all of the books on our bookshelves by height. I remember this. It was at our first house in Indiana, so I was probably in 3rd or 4th grade. The bookshelves were in a long, narrow closet. I sat in there and arranged the books. I remember that it was hard to tell which books were taller for some of the really close ones. I would think they were one way, but then a different one would look taller when I swapped the order of the books.
21. I've lived in 6 different U.S. states and 3 different countries.
22. I'm not planning on ever moving away from the Boston area.
23. Having just typed #22, I guess I'm open to the possibility of changing my mind about that at some point.
24. I have a pretty quick temper, but I think it's a lot better than it used to be. My mom likes to say that, when I was younger, I was always the first to get mad and the first to make up. That's still true, I think, and it causes me problems. I get upset, which causes other people to get upset. I get over it, but the other people are still upset.
25. I skipped a grade. When I was in 1st grade and my brother was in 2nd, we both started going to reading classes in the grade ahead halfway through the year. For the last quarter, we were both moved up entirely to that grade.
26. Up until high school, I was always the smallest person in my class, since I was a year younger than everyone else. This led to quite a bit of teasing in 5th grade, when I was the new kid and smaller than everyone else and did better in school than most everyone else. The glasses didn't help either.
27. I had contacts for a while, but maintaining them proved too great a challenge for my laziness.
28. I graduated high school the day after my 17th birthday.
29. I graduated college 3 weeks before my 21st birthday.
30. My wife took me out to Red Lobster on my 21st birthday, where I got some sort of fruity rum drink in a glass with a lobster on it. I think the drink was called a Bahama Mama. I remember thinking that I would have preferred just the fruit. I still have the glass.
31. I went to France for 10 days with my high school French club when I was 15. I had some white wine with dinner once, and I hated it. I was depressed about some girl, so I bought a bottle of raspberry liqueur to split with someone. I drank half of it in less than an hour. That night, we took a train ride from Paris to points south. I think the motion of the train and the alcohol combined to give me my best night of sleep ever. I awoke with no ill effects.
32. I don't know where I got them, but I have some pretty strong "alcohol is bad" feelings. #31 helped reinforce those. With alcoholism in both of my grandfathers, I could easily see myself drinking a lot, since it made me feel good and had no repercussions.
33. Other than Communion wine and the France trip, I don't recall ever having any alcohol before I was 21.
34. I hate the taste of most alcohol. Occasionally I will try a sip of someone else's drink, just because I'm curious. One thing I will drink that most places have is an orange dreamsicle. I think I have had 3 of those since I turned 21, coming up on 7 years ago.
35. I was raised as a Catholic. I always hated going to church. I was going through the process of Confirmation when I was a sophomore in high school, and I suddenly had the revelation that I didn't actually have to just go along with all of this. It was probably because they were telling us about how this was something we had to make a commitment to, or something like that. I had a talk with one of the priests and then decided not to do it. My parents were disappointed. I've never regretted it. I don't buy into the whole religion thing.
36. I've had sexual intercourse with 7 people. My first time was Wednesday, August 18, 1993 (I used to have that memorized, but I had to look at a 1993 calendar to be sure). It was on my waterbed in my room in the basement just a few days before leaving for college. My family was upstairs watching television at the time. It was with a girl I'd known for a while from the local BBS that made up a lot of my out-of-school socializing. My second time was the next day, also on the waterbed, also with the girl from the BBS.
37. I asked my wife to marry me after (or during? I'm a little fuzzy on the details) the first time we had intercourse. I asked her again the next day to make sure.
38. I told my brother about the engagement months before I told anyone else. He died several months after that, and I didn't tell the rest of the family until after he died.
39. Years later, I found out from my sister that my brother had told her, and that made me feel good.
40. I sometimes dream about my brother. Sometimes it's just normal, like he's there and it's all normal. Sometimes, though, he's already died, but he's somehow been brought back to life. It used to always be that, in those dreams, I knew that he was going to die again soon. Growing up, I always sort of knew that he would die one day, but it was never real to me until the night I got the phone call from my dad a week before my brother died. So, maybe those dreams are some sort of chance to have him around while really knowing that he's going to die. More recently, those dreams where he's back alive after being dead are taking the form of him being back for good, not just for a short amount of time until he dies again. I think this might mean that I'm a bit more at peace with all of that. Really, though, I know there's a lot more I need to work through, even 9 years later.
41. I got introduced to MUDs by my father-in-law. I got addicted to one particular MUD, Realms of the Dragon. I played a lot in college. My wife played, too, as did a friend of ours. We started doing some programming on some other MUDs that were starting up. As we were finishing college, the three of us started our own MUD. It lasted for a few years. I don't have the code for it anymore, but some friends do, last I knew. I should ask them for it. Not that I need to start doing that again.
42. I occasionally get the urge to contact our friend from college again, since we're fallen out of touch. I'll search the Web for him, but all I come up with is his family's bulb farm in Washington. I have thoughts about calling them and trying to get in contact with him. But, really, what would I say?
43. I'm not good at keeping in touch with long-distance friends. I need to see people on a semi-regular basis to keep up with them.
44. I read the newsgroup rec.arts.erotica in college. I saved some of the stories, and, at one point, I decided to make them available from my Web page on the college's Web server. This was shortly before Christmas break. When I got back, I found out that it had gotten tons of hits, bogging down the system. I was asked to take it down, which I did. I had a long talk with one of the computer science professors, which ended up with him discovering that I'm not as sure of myself as I appear to be. He had been picking on me in class to try to bring me down, make me less cocky. He said he would stop doing that.
45. I now semi-regularly read the newsgroup alt.sex.stories.moderated. I don't read all of the stories. Some people have been interested in which particular kinds of stories I read. I have always refrained from answering, prefering to keep that private. Well, I think I'm in a bit of a self-destructive mood right now (see #62. Yes, I'm skipping back. I didn't think I was going to do that, but here I am, doing that), so I think I'll reveal it. I like reading taboo things, especially incest and rape. Incest more than rape, and consensual incest the best. I don't know why I enjoy reading that. I feel somewhat embarrassed (okay, a lot embarrassed) that I like those, things I would never do in real life. And now it's out there.
46. I graduated from the University of Portland in 1997 with a degree in computer science. There are three things that stand out about that day: people in front of us making fun of my wife's name in the program because it was so long; the neat alumni glass we got, which is still my favorite glass; and the three of us (my wife, our friend we started the MUD with, and I) getting our pictures taken outside of our off-campus apartment.
47. I used the play Magic: the Gathering. I spent way too much money on the cards, but I had a lot of fun playing. The most fun was sophomore year in college, when a large group of us would gather most nights in the basement of my dorm and play. I got rid of my card collection last year some time (or the year before?), selling it for $200. The market value was probably somewhere around $2000.
48. I used to ride a skateboard. I did it because my friend did it. I even grew my bangs long. I didn't have a brand-name skateboard, though, and I couldn't do very many tricks. My friend did all sorts of tricks. He also injured himself quite a bit.
49. My skateboard friend, his brother, and I once attacked someone's house with bottle rockets. We lined a bunch of bottle rockets up along a chain-link fence, putting them in clumps of 4 or 5 by twisting the wicks together. Then we lit them all and ran. As we were running, I heard "Ffft . . . . ffft . . . ffftffftffftfftfftfftftbangbangbangbangbangbangbang!"
50. With those same friends, we got into making pressure bombs. Take a plastic two-liter soda bottle. Take pieces of aluminum foil, crumpled up into very tiny balls. Put those and some Drano crystals in the bottom of the bottle. When you're ready, add water and put the lid on. Our first one was in the winter, and it was a very slow reaction. Some guy came walking down the street, picked the bottle up (we were hiding in the house and looking out the window), walked some more down the street, dropped the bottle, walked some more. The bottle exploded, but the guy didn't even look back. We did a couple of others that we put next to people's houses. We did one in the middle of a field with a glass rubber-cement jar.
51. My first computer was a TI994a. I remember playing Parsec and Hunt the Wumpus on it.
52. I remember playing Combat with my brother on the Atari 2600.
53. I got my first Commodore 64 from my uncle, who is less than two years older than I am. I taught myself BASIC out of the manual that came with it.
54. I once won a Nintendo contest put on by a local video/game rental store. You played Super Mario Brothers for 3 minutes, and the highest score won. I had learned a trick to get many many points. It was right near the end of Level 1-2 (I think. It's been quite a while). You climb the stairs that take you to the flag at the end. There are two turtles coming down the stairs. Let the first one go by. If you time the jump right on the second one, you can hit it, cause it to slide while you're bouncing up, then you land on it after it bounces off the stair, and the process automatically repeats. I forget what I won.
55. I remember thinking it was the coolest thing figuring out how to change the text color and background color on my Commodore 64. The commands were POKE 53280,[color] and POKE 53281,[color]. (I just looked those up to make sure, but, wow, I remembered them from that long ago). I remember that black was 0, but I don't remember any of the other colors. Most programs I made had different colors. I once made a program that just changed background and text colors rapidly.
56. I just found out that 53280 and 53281 are both ZIP codes for Milwaukee, Wisconson.
57. On the Commodore, there was a speech program called SAM (I have no idea what that stands for) (I just looked it up, and it stands for Software Automatic Mouth). I spent lots of time making it talk. You couldn't just type in words like normal, since it didn't know how to pronounce them. You had to do things phonetically. My brother and I once made a tape of it saying some stuff. The only thing I remember from the tape is it saynig "It's buckout time", since we were making fun of some kid we knew who had buck teeth. (Yes, I was a horrible little monster) ("was"?)
58. When I was in somewhere around 6th or 7th grade, I played the Commodore series Phantasie, Phantasie II, and Phantasie III. It's kind a role-playing game that is Tolkien-esque. Very simple. Very addicting. I would have to be dragged to dinner away from it. It had a feature that it could only be saved if you were in a town, not out wandering around. So, I would routinely tell my mother that I had to get to a point where I could save it before I could shut it down to eat dinner or go to bed or whatever. I played all three games, but I didn't finish the very last bit of the third one. I finished everything except actually finding where the last bad guy was hiding. If I ever go back and play the Commodore versions again, I will definitely use a strategy guide to finish it if I have to.
59. I recently found and played the PC version of Phantasie. I finished it, with a bit of help from a startegy guide. It wasn't as good as the Commodore version. The Commodore was made for playing games. I tried to play the Commodore version, but I couldn't figure out how to save my game with the emulator.
60. I get to feeling depressed sometimes, but I don't think I'm clinically depressed. I actually went in for National Depression Screening Day some years ago. There were questions that you were supposed to answer just for the past two weeks. I'd been fine for the past two weeks. I was told about some condition (I forget the name of it, now, and I'm too lazy to look it up) where you get depressed for a few days every once in a while. Since then, I've paid attention to that, and I can sometimes catch myself when I'm getting into one of those moods. If I can recognize it, I can control it somewhat, or at least be able to warn people around me that I might get more upset about things than I normally would.
61. I haven't been paying much attention to that lately.
62. When I do get to feeling depressed, I think I have slight self-destructive urges, which in the past have manifested themselves as haircuts. I also just like changing things around, which accounts for beard shavings, haircuts, and hair dyeings of the past.
63. I have dyed my hair at least twice. The first time was for college graduation. I cut my hair extremely short, dyed it blond (which, with my hair color, turned it an orangeish blond), then dyed it with cherry Kool-Aid. I had very orange hair when I graduated from college.
64. College graduation day was also ROTC comissioning day. I was kicked out of ROTC in my senior year for failure to meet physical fitness standards. I don't like to talk about this, since I think people would think bad things about me. I usually just say that I got out, without specifying how, but I'm sure people usually infer from that that it was voluntary. The whole story is that I really didn't want to go into the Air Force, and I think that led me to not have the motivation to do the little bit of working out that would have been required to meet the physical fitness standards. I'm sure I would have no problem meeting them now, but I'm really glad I didn't end up in the Air Force. Forgetting all of the other stuff, I couldn't imagine having to shave every day for four years.
65. I couldn't ever even conceive of killing myself. For as much as I complain sometimes, I really like being alive, and I don't think anything could make me want to end that. I suppose constant, horrible physical pain with no hope of it ending might make me reconsider, but probably nothing short of that. I have a really hard time understanding people who really spend time considering wanting to die.
66. I'm really squicked by needles and cutting skin and such. It took several people to hold me down for shots when I was a kid (and I had to get a decent number of shots in order to travel overseas). I usually had to leave the room when my brother would get an IV put in when he was in the hospital. I've gotten to where I'm okay getting a shot by relaxing myself and not looking at the needle, but it's still not one of my favorite things to do.
67. Luckily, I avoid doctors, so I don't have to get too many shots. I think at least some of the reason I avoid doctors must be some sort of subconscious thing having to do with spending a lot of time in the hospital visiting my brother growing up. Fucking doctors.
68. I avoid dentists, too, but that trend might be changing. Unlike medical doctors, dentists are actually useful. Fucking doctors. And I actually enjoyed getting my teeth cleaned. All that scraping and such. Probably for the same reason I like picking at scabs and (finger|toe)nails.
69. For some unkown reason, I once entered a talent show at my grade school. I was in 6th grade, I think. I dressed up in blue sweat pants and a white sweatshirt with red writing (I believe it was an Indiana University sweatshirt) and sang the Star-Spangled Banner. Two problems with this. One, it's a very difficult song to sing. I got off-key (although I didn't realize it as I was singing), and I gave quite a bit of amusement to my friends and my brother's friends. Two, some cute little 1st or 2nd grade girl decided to dress up in a cute little red, white, and blue dress and sing the Star-Spangled Banner. I think she may have won the talent show, or at least won an award. Seriously, I have no idea why I entered that thing.
70. I think I have an okay voice for singing in a group of people, but definitely not solo. I was in the choir at my high school for one semester senior year. I remember singing Sunrise, Sunset and some song by Mozart. I was in there with a friend of mine who was a year behind me. He and I called Mozart by his backward name: Trazom Suedama Gnagflow.
71. This friend ran his own BBS (I think he called it SkyNet). I was really into BBSs in grade school and high school (see #36). I ended up having my own phone line in high school so that I could conenct to BBSs whenever I wanted to.
72. I have been known to really get into one particular author all at once. I read virtually all of Isaac Asimov's science fiction stories and novels in high school. Someone turned me on to Richard Bach and Hermann Hesse in my senior year of high school, and I read many of both of their books then and during the summer. I bought Hesse's The Glass Bead Game, but I have yet to read it. It was a bit dense for me at the time, the few pages I read, anyway. I think I'd like to re-read some of Hesse's other books.
73. My recent New Year's resolution to read one non-fiction book for every fiction book I read seems to be working well. There are many interesting non-fiction books out there, but it's much easier to get sucked into fiction. So, having this resolution for myself has helped me, and I'm enjoying myself. I'm actually looking forward to finishing my current fiction book so that I can pick another non-fiction book to read.
74. I am not as well read as I'd like to be. I feel very inferior when people talk about books I have not read or even heard of.
75. In order to help myself fall asleep, I used to read from a Dilbert book every night in bed. I've cycled through my collection many times. That's why, if you know me, you may find me relating a situation to a particular Dilbert comic, possibly more than you'd like. I have also thrown some Calvin and Hobbes in there and, most recently, some Foxtrot. I don't do that as much any more, although I think I will probably pick up a Dilbert book tonight, since it's a very comfortable ritual.
76. I am very much against abortion. I tend not to talk about it, though, since I feel like I'm probably in the minority in my group of friends, and it tends to be an issue that people have very strong feelings about. I've changed how I feel about it being legal though. I don't like the idea of people having to risk their lives to get one because it's illegal. But I hate hate hate abortion. I think it's about the most evil thing someone can do. That said, I don't hate people who have abortions. Many of them are in very tough places and just are too young, stupid, and scared to make the right choice.
77. I used to be very afraid of the basement in the first house we lived in in Indiana, when I was in 3rd through 5th grades. The shower was in the basement, and it was just a shower head, a drain, and a curtain around it. Very dark, very scary. I was less afraid of the basement in our next house, and I even had my bedroom there for the last several years I was living at home. I'm not really afraid at all of the basement in my current house, although I think I do sometimes get little echos of memories about being afriad of other basements.
78. I think I can get used to living alone. I remember when my wife was deployed to Itly for four months. The first couple of days were pretty awful, but then I got used to it. I got used to it so much that I resented it when she came back. I learned that this resentment is typical for couples in the military. The spouse that leaves resents the other for being able to be home in a comfortable, familiar place. The spouse that stays resents the other for getting to go do fun stuff in interesting places. And they both resent each other for the loss of independence upon rejoining. Separating bedrooms a while ago has made the transition to living alone a lot easier, I think.
79. I picked up origami as a sometime hobby from my wife. When we came back from the wedding, I took two angelfish that I'd made on the train ride back and made them into a decoration for our mailbox that had our names on them and a piece of paper that they were attached to. The main focus for my origami has been unit origami. You make a bunch of units and assemble them into bigger shapes. My favorite set of these was done with 2-inch paper. I forget what all was in that set, but there was at least an icosahedron and a frame cube (just the edges). I ended up giving that away to a co-worker in a Secret Santa swap. I've also tried my hand at fabric origami, but I've only ever made three pieces: a crane and two boxes. My mother-in-law has the crane, my mother has one of the boxes, and someone reading this (if she's made it this far) has the other box.
80. With the help of a number of friends, I made a bunch of origami boxes for my sister's wedding last year. We did it in two sessions, with some people folding and some people assembling. It was a really great social activity. The folding was pretty mindless once people got the hang of it, so there was plenty of opporunity to talk. I am reminded that I should do that again sometime, or maybe inspire someone else to hold an origami party.
81. On Saturday mornings growing up, I would get up early to watch cartoons and eat cereal for breakfast. I would eat a lot of cereal. Sometimes I even used mixing bowls to put cereal in, since I was going to eat that much anyway.
82. For a lot of my growing up, my mom made breakfast for us weekday mornings. I found out in 7th grade that not everyone had pancakes, waffles, or scrambled eggs for breakfast before school.
83. My dad sometimes made smiley-face pancakes. To get a design in pancakes, you put some in first (in this case the two eyes and the smile), let that cook for a bit, then put the rest in. You get a design from the different levels of cooking. The smiley-face pancakes took up the whole frying pan and the whole plate.
84. My parents made green pancakes on St. Patrick's Day. I remember being at my grandparents' house once when some of my uncles were there. One of my uncles fed his infant daughter (who is in college next year, wow) scrambled eggs with green food coloring. He later remarked that it gave her green poop. I think the eggs had quite a bit of food coloring in them.
85. I really like Claude Monet's paintings. I first learned about them in French class in high school, when we studied French Impressionism for one semester. We took a trip to the Art Institute of Chicago (about two hours away) and had a tour in French of their Impressionist collection. When I went to France in high school, I got to see some more. The Art Institute has the best Impressionist collection in the world, so I'm glad I was able to visit it a number of times.
86. Our first bird is named after Monet. I had a nice framed print of a Monet hanging in our first place after we were married when we got the bird. Our second bird is named after Degas, another of my favorites.
87. I haven't seen Claude and Edgar since they moved out. I should visit them. I never liked taking care of them, but I have to admit that it was somewhat comforting to have them around sometimes, even though I was always afraid of them biting me (which led them to bite me more). And they made noise when I tried to nap during the day. On the whole, I guess I prefer not having them around, but I'd still like to see them.
88. We had several dogs growing up. One we had when we lived in California. When we moved to Indiana, the dog stayed with some people my parents knew who had a nice big piece of land that the dog could run around on. But, never fear, that was just for when we were moving, and they'd send the dog to us when we got settled. Then we heard that the dog ran away. I didn't realize until I was an adult that, duh, of course the dog didn't run away. How the hell were they going to ship the fucking dog to us? I've never mentioned it to my parents, mostly because I never think about it. Maybe I'll ask my mom the next time I talk to her.
89. The last dog we had as a family died sometime when I was in high school, and we had her cremated. My brother was closest to the dog, so we buried her ashes with him.
90. I haven't been to my brother's grave in a long time. I've visited it a few times. I've also gone out there and not been able to find it. I don't have any particular need to go there, but I might sometime. I don't know if I'd want to ask my mom to go with, so I might not end up doing it, since I'm sure I couldn't find it now. I don't even remember how to get to the cemetary.
91. I'm hungry now and am craving a pizza, which is really bad for me. Doesn't stop me from eating it, though. Dairy does bad things to my system. I've also recently begun to suspect that it causes allergic reactions in me too, after hearing about someone who got rid of his allergies by completely eliminating dairy from his diet. It's very challenging for me to do that, but I really should make more of an effort. I feel bad when some friends of mine go to the effort to make something for me to eat that has no dairy and then they see me eating dairy. But, really, it's so good. At least I don't have cravings for large glasses of milk any more. I really have no interest in milk. I much prefer soy milk now.
92. I started liking grapefruit juice by accident. When we lived in Texas, I was buying quite a bit of frozen lemonade. Well, I made up a can of lemonade once, poured a glass, tasted it, and thought it had gone bad. I went to look at the can. It turned out I had bought grapefruit juice, the other can with spherical yellowish fruit on the label. But, I had bought it and made it, so I made myself finish that glass and that whole pitcher. That was enough for me to acquire a taste for grapefruit juice.
93. I will never acquire a taste for coffee. I've tried, I really have. I think there's just something at a genetic level that tells me that coffee is poison. The same kind of reaction I have with most kinds of alcohol (see #34).
94. I think I could pretty easily do 200 of these, even with the length I've been doing some of them, but I'm going to stop at 100 and get this damned thing finaly finished.
95. Really, yes, I'm sure I could do 200. Get me talking about myself and I can go on and on. Get me talking about anything and I can go on. I remember some class in college where I had to give a speech. I wasn't sure I had enough material to meet the minimum requirements. It was a topic I knew a little about, though (I forget what the topic was now, though), so I ended up rambling on long enough that the teacher had to stop me.
96. I spent much of my life thinking I was an introvert. Really, me, yes. I think I may still have some of those habits in certain situations.
97. I loved to play Monopoly as a kid, but it was difficult to get my family to play with me as much as I liked. We also played Life and several card games, including Hearts, Spades, and Euchre. I played a lot of Euchre in high school. The summer before college, I regularly stayed out until 3 or 4 playing Euchre with friends then fell asleep on the couch, since it was too much effort to go down to my room in the basement. In chess club junior year and especially senior year, some of us played more Euchre than chess.
98. Games are a really big part of my life right now. I tend to get a favorite that I play lots of. The current favorite is Carcassonne Hunters and Gatherers. I haven't played bunches of Boggle in quite a while. I should probably start, since I want to hold a Boggle tournament in a couple of months, and I want to be in good playing shape for that.
99. I am very happy to see my enthusiasm about a particular game spread. It's very ego-satisfying, and this has happened with several games.
100. Gack, I'm at the end. How do I pick one last thing to end with? See, I told you I'd have no trouble getting to 200. This sort of reminds me of the way I tell jokes. I have to give all sorts of little explanations, and it takes a while for the joke to actually come out. I make fun of myself for doing it as I'm doing it. It's all part of what makes it amusing to me to tell a joke. I imagine it's not as funny for other people, particularly if they've heard me do it more than once, but I really like doing it, and I'm not about to change how I tell jokes. I doubt I ever could without a lot of effort. That said, I don't tell too many jokes.
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