So Sam AND AJ decided that I should be tagged. Not sure how I feel about any one person tagging me, but two within a couple of days of each other is downright scary. I am not sure that getting to know me that well is really that interesting…
But since both of them shared so much about themselves, how can I not? Well, sure there are lots of ways I can not. But I shall forgo those options and so do this cursed thing.
And, of course, they have RULES for this…I am not really a “rule guy” so much. Give me a moment as I figure out how to get around some of them, just for the fun of doing so…
Here’s how it works:
1: People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
2: At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.
3: You may need to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog
SO, those are the rules and I know now put proverbial pen to virtual paper and begin:
1. If idols were allowed, William Shatner would be mine. Seriously. This man is a genius. Boston Legal might be the funniest show on television - though since we’re being so honest here, I would rather be Alan Shore than Denny Crane…mostly because of the mad cow…
2. My favorite author is Stephen King. (Just barely ahead of Anne Rice mostly because of volume of work.) He is pound for pound, the most talented story teller of the modern era. I have no idea why we would compare him on a weight basis, but I did. And the modern era is comprised of the years that I have been actively reading.
3. My wife, the lovely and talented Ferf, kicked me to the curb 3 times before I wore down her resistance and coerced her into marrying me. When I actually popped the question (after like 6 years of abuse dating) I had a sniper on a nearby rooftop with instructions to shoot one of us (either one, I didn’t care at that point) if she said no.
4. I absolutely love traveling. Not more than my family mind you - the Muppet is center of all that is good and right - but if she weren’t around, I and Ferf would still be working overseas and very rarely coming back to countries that are mis-labeled as “developed”.
5. Theology be damned - there will be Taco Bells in heaven!
6. I want to go to law school. In fact I have purchased all of the materials to take the LSAT. Always have wanted to go. Turned down offers to after I graduated with my BA for strange and wonderful reasons, and am glad that I did. But I think the time will come where it is what I do.
7. I am a strange and wonderfully convoluted mix of conservativism and liberalism. If forced to choose, I would tell you to kiss my arse and refuse. Both are wrong and yet both have some truth in them - like any two church denominations you could pick.
8. I think teaching is the single greatest thing anyone can do - whether they are a professional teacher or not. In fact, you get bonus points for doing it outside of an occupational position. There is no greater feeling in the world than seeing the light go on for someone.
9. Piss on the rules - I love debate and will engage in it ANYTIME (but when in that mode I believe in emotionally crushing the opposition - not just winning); not going to church on Sunday mornings for the last few months has been AWESOME and it is scary how much I don’t look forward to going back and yet I will cause part of me wants to; one of the most impactful (Badger, Goddess, look at the link - I know it’s not a real word and I don’t care) statements ever said to me came from a Baptist preacher who said “Sometimes you can make a bigger impact for the Kingdom of God with a beer in your hands than a Bible”; although I do have one book published, I would love to be a full-time author;
and finally, to quote Bull Durham (one of the greatest baseball movies of all time - yeah I said it and I mean it) “I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major religions and most of the minor ones. And the only church that truly feeds the soul, day-in day-out, is the Church of Baseball. There are 108 beads in a catholic rosary and 108 stitches in a baseball. Knowing that, how can you not give Jesus a chance.”
There, I have finished the thing. I now have to pass this along like a venereal disease to some of my friends. Of course, those that I would tag don’t blog - or more likely, don’t read mine. Still, Badger, BMac, Goddess, Coastal, OSOK, Champagne, I CHOOSE YOU!! (wow that sounded strangely like I was in a pokemon cartoon.)

SO there you go. Sam, AJ curse you and your infernal tags!
at 12:57 pm
Wait? What are the questions? Zuh?
–Tex says—
No questions per say…just 8 facts about you that people may not know. There is a time limit, but I don’t remember what it is…so you better get started!
at 1:55 pm
I’m waiting ’til I can think of eight NICE things to say (after about three, PMS takes over), and more than two people who haven’t already been tagged.
I’m usually pretty compliant, following reasonable rules and such, but I’m takin’ your lead. Piss on the time limit!
—Tex says—
Pissing overboard is allowed - encouraged even, but don’t aim into the wind!!!
at 4:32 pm
I’ve posted. Nothing spectacular. Hopefully there is something in there that you DON’T know about me, my coffee dates with Ferf kind of aired dramatic laundry…
—Tex says—
Drama is totally in the eye of the beholder. I go now to read your laundry…
at 9:07 pm
So, is there some cargo netting off the stern, or maybe a davit towards the aft I could use? Because I’m a bit limited in aiming at targets that aren’t generally below me. Or perhaps, for the sake of the other passengers, I’ll just use the head.
—Tex says—
You make a valid point there. Maybe that is for the best. OSOK on the other hand has full freedom to see how true his moniker is under windy conditions
at 6:49 pm
Um- the post is coming, but I am here for another reason. Is there a reason that you’re now spelling now ‘know’? Did the dictionary get updated? Did I miss a memo?
—Tex says—
It’s a Texas thing…y’all youldn’t understand…
knownow you knowat 7:43 pm
I’ll do this, but not on my blog. Currently, my blog (www.manvsbook.com) is reserved for all things family, and this just doesn’t apply. Also, I don’t read many personal blogs (just corporate ones or from authors), so I can’t even refer others (do you think Rob Bell, Erwin MacManus or Donald Miller would respond? Uh, no!).
Anyway, here we go. 8 random things. I’m pretty good at random.
1. I’ve never broken a bone - many people think that means that I’ve never played hard, as a result. That’s not the case. I’ve just been very fortunate.
2. All of my siblings (3 of us in total) are all half-related (same mother) - weird, but true. My mom was a bit confused in the late 60’s, but she’s much better now.
3. I was ranked the 3rd brightest primary school student in BC, while I was in the 3rd grade. - weird, but true. I was just a bit advanced. The rest of the students eventually caught up to me and now I’m only a mild genius
4. I have a flare for furniture design - in March of 06 I had an idea for some furniture designs. Eventually, every time I sat down a pretty good idea came out of my head. I’m now trying to find a guy to build them, as I have no decent carpentry experience.
5. I’ve read J R R Tolkein’s the Lord of the Rings every year since I was 14 - Ok. I used to read it every year, until the movies came out and then everyone thought I was getting on the bandwagon, or they thought I was nutty. I now read them every other year. In between, I read the Silmarillion and the Hobbit.
6. My favorite movie is the Royal Tenenbaums - a Wes Anderson production that just screams disfunctional family and the importance of fatherhood.
7. My favorite book is Barney’s Version by Mordechai Richler - another book about disfunctional family, the importance of fatherhood, and the importance of husbandry. I just now realized that those two are uncannily similar. Where’s my therapist?
8. If I were to go back to school, I’d become a commercial architect - I see architecture as art (poetry evolving into sculpture evolving into a living, breathing organism), but very few in Canada do also. It really bums me out to see a new building not have any life or energy to it.