So Superha tagged me for that “8 random things about me” meme that’s been making the rounds.  What is this entire blog if not random things about me?  [Oh yeah—the baby!  Heh.]  I mean, you already know about my abhorrence of condiments, my over-shaded glasses, and that unfortunate incident with the razor and the eyebrows, and that I’m exactly the type of race-obsessed pop-culture nerd to write an entire thesis about the mixed-species characters in Star Trek.  You know about my imaginary childhood friends from outer space (thanks to my dear, discreet wife).  And, well, everybody in the whole freakin’ world knows that I was topless in Time Magazine.  I mean, what else is there?  But the meme demands what the meme demands, so here goes:

Rules:  Once tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you. Then post the rules before your list, and list 8 random things about yourself. At the end of the post, you must tag and link to 8 other people, visit their sites, and leave a comment letting them know they’ve been tagged.

1. Today was my one-year anniversary at my no-longer-new job.  Holy crap, time flies, yeah?

2. Today was also my first physical in at least four years.  Apparently, a year at a desk job makes you gain ten pounds.  Frak.

3. I was a Boy Scout.  Eagle Scout, actually.  And I never owned a pair of uniform pants—I even went to my own Eagle Court of Honor in khaki shorts with my fugly uniform socks pulled all the way up.

4. I was too shy to say hello to Angela Lansbury when she smiled at me while I was in line with my dad at an antique store in elementary school.  [I cannot tell you how many times I watched “Bedknobs and Broomsticks” as a kid.]

5. If I had been a girl, I would’ve been named “Liane.”  (So says my mother.)

6. I’ve never been drunk.  Maybe woozy after way too little to warrant that reaction, but not drunk.

7. I share my first and middle initials with my dad and his dad.

8. I have very bad spatial perception—I have trouble picking the right Tupperware size for the amount of food left over, and when driving at night, I’ll wait till all lanes are clear before turning or merging to just make sure I’m not misjudging which lane a car is in.

I’m getting to this a little late (that whole crazy-ass novel thing and all, not to mention The Pumpkin turning 3), so all my usual suspects have probably already been tagged.  Thus, I’m calling out my Rice Daddies brethren, some of whom post less often than me (!), which of course means that they probably won’t do this anyway, but too bad—tag, you’re it:  SoulSnax, ThisIsLarry, Dr. Lo Siento, Henri, MetroDad, RakuMon, Newbie Dad, and F-Bomb.

One last thing: now that The Pumpkin is three (and potty-trained!) and I’ve been at my job for year, I really need to get rid of that tagline. I solicited help from the interwebs, but, well...  Three brave friends tried, but...  Somebody go help them (and me) out, please?  I wanna change it soon!