Meme

The following is something I never would have thought of doing until I saw it done by others. Since public humiliation seems to popular and others get away with it, I see no reason why I cannot join in. There is a sort of catharsis in examining yourself. It might also lead to suicide but that's a risk I found acceptable here.

The blank for for this can be found at: The Silent Podium


LAYER ONE:
– Name: Douglas - There's more but I don't think about it. This is enough.
– Birth date: Baby Boomer, first year edition. Share the precise date with a famous person.
– Birthplace: Hospital. Oh, you mean city or somesuch. Copiague, NY
– Current Location: SouthWest Central Florida. A beautiful place everyone else should forget exists.
– Eye Color: Brown
– Hair Color: Predominantly Brown, bits of gray... more each day, it seems.
– Height: 5'11" (180.34 cm or 1.8034 m) last time I checked. They say we shrink, I say we adjust the tapes.
– Righty or Lefty: Righty
– Zodiac Sign: Not my thing. How dare such insignificant objects influence my life!

LAYER TWO:
– Your heritage: Mostly Irish. Obviously, like most, my ancestors lusted for some more exotic than the epitome of Man so I have a bit of French and Scottish too.
– The shoes you wore today: Cheap sneakers or cheap loafers, if any.
– Your weakness: That sounds like a title. "Here is the paper, Your Weakness" Sarcastic responses, I suppose.
– Your fears: Personal. My demons guard them.
– Your perfect pizza: Sausage, bacon, ham, extra cheese, maybe pepperoni too.
– Goal you’d like to achieve: I gave up a long time ago. So, no goals. Hence, I cannot fail.

LAYER THREE:
– Your most overused phrase on AIM: Don't use AIM
– Your first waking thoughts: Do I have to pee?
– Your best physical feature: None. I leave that to others to judge.
– Your most missed memory: Strange question form yet I understand it. Too personal.

LAYER FOUR:
– Pepsi or Coke: Neither. Dr. Pepper or Root Beer if I must have carbonated.
– McDonald’s or Burger King: BK, hands down. But I would rather have a Cuban Sandwich.
– Single or group dates: No preference. Each has its merits.
– Adidas or Nike: Neither. I prefer to pay less than $40 for shoes of any kind. Less than $20 if I can. Best shoes I ever owned were $5 loafers.
– Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither. Celestial Seasonings Green Tea (hot), Arizona Green Tea (cold); both with Lemon, ginseng, and honey.
– Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate is preferred over vanilla. Usually.
– Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee, black, no sugar, strong.

LAYER FIVE:
– Smoke: Used to. Quit on 7/7/70
– Cuss: Try not to... fail at that (most often on the golf course). Profanity is what you use when your wit fails you.
– Sing: Often. Usually while driving. Sing along with whatever's on my CD. Often out loud.
– Take a shower everyday: Yes, at least one.
– Do you think you’ve been in love: Yes. Still am.
– Want to go to college: Did once. A little bit. Dropped out. Life got in the way.
– Liked high school: Sometimes. I enjoyed it even if my teachers did not.
– Want to get married: Already did. Twice. Second one is the best.
– Believe in yourself: I have always been the first one to do so. Often the only one.
– Get motion sickness: Yes, I do. But only if I read while riding in a car.
– Think you’re attractive: Sometimes. Mostly do not think about it.
– Think you’re a health freak: Hahahahahahahahaha... hack, hack, cough.
– Get along with your parent(s): Used to get along with my mother very well. My father only in the last few years of his life. Both are gone now.
– Like thunderstorms: Yes. I enjoy the power of them, the smell of ozone (I suppose that's what it is) and the freshness they leave behind.
– Play an instrument: Failed miserably at music. Can't sing either but it doesn't stop me in the privacy of my car.

LAYER SIX: In the past month…
– Drank alcohol: Yes. Gin and Tonic, a little Plum Wine, from time to time.
– Smoked: No.
– Done a drug: No.
– Made Out: What? A will? A check? Very adolescent term.
– Gone on a date: Define "date". Taken my wife to dinner, yes.
– Gone to the mall?: The other day, as a matter of fact. Hate the mall.
– Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: No. Large bag of pretzels, yes.
– Eaten sushi: No.
– Been on stage: No.
– Been dumped: No.
– Gone skating: No.
– Made homemade cookies: No.
– Gone skinny dipping: No.
– Dyed your hair: No.
– Stolen Anything: Yes, that "all holidays" card.

LAYER SEVEN: Ever…
– Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes, when I was much younger and trimmer.
– Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Many, many times. It's a Navy thing. Also a stupid thing but I have done that many a time. I no longer do this, cannot handle the aftermath anymore.
– Been caught “doing something”: Yes, more than I'll admit to.
– Been called a tease: Yes.
– Gotten beaten up: No. Came close a few times, though.
– Shoplifted: Yes. When I was young and stupid, I did young and stupid things.
– Changed who you were to fit in: I am a chameleon. It is my nature.

LAYER EIGHT:
– Age you hope to be married: Not applicable. Married at 24 and again at 39.
– Numbers and Names of Children: One son; Brian. Good man now, with a wonderful wife and two beautiful daughters.
– Describe your Dream Wedding: No such animal. I hate rituals.
– How do you want to die: Quickly. The details are unimportant.
– Where you want to go to college: Don't anymore.
– What do you want to be when you grow up: I never knew, still don't.
– What country would you most like to visit: Too many to count. Ireland, definitely.

LAYER NINE:
– Number of drugs taken illegally: Many, maybe 7 or 8.
– Number of people I could trust with my life: 2. Myself and my Wife.
– Number of CDs that I own: A few. Not sure. I put them away after ripping them to MP3s. Then I burn MP3 CDs to play in the car. Do they count?
– Number of piercings: None. I think they look a bit silly.
– Number of tattoos: One. Stupidly got drunk with some Brits in Hong Kong in 1968.
– Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Quite a few actually. Nothing important, no arrests.
– Number of scars on my body: Several. All gained honestly. And stupidly.
– Number of things in my past that I regret: Not taking an opportunity to fly jets while in the Navy.