Remember when these tag-and-pass-it-along things were all the rage across blogs? I rarely pay attention to them anymore, except for when one of a very rare few lob one over. Mr. Hartney be one of those.

This one’s a simple one: list eight random facts about yourself. Simple, yes, but a a fine hand is required in balancing what you want to say, what you don’t want to say, what you’ve already said and what you never want to say in a public forum. But hey, it’s a blog.

  1. Pain makes you beautiful, or at least thinner. I’ve lost about 25 lbs in the past 3 or 4 months. The one-two punch of pain and various-medications is the culprit/hero. Of course it was good for me to lose the weight, I needed to. I still need to lose more. But I never set out to lose it, and I still have a low-grade, thready panic whenever unexpected weight-loss occurs.
  2. I went to a weekly art school from age 7 to age 15. My dad is a great artist in so many ways, and I guess I got some of that from him. When I was 6, I sketched “Goofy”, the Disney character from one of those Art Institute ads they used to run in TV Guide. My dad carried that sketch, carefully folded up, in his wallet for many, many years. My art teacher was Mary Hughes, a local artist, who also ran classes with 6 or 7 people at a time, from ages 7 to about 27. I learned a lot about color, texture and how to socialize with a wide range of people. And I learned, more importantly, that another person’s success/talent is never a threat to your own.
  3. I have a strange near-fear of clock faces with Roman Numerals. I don’t know why. I just don’t like looking at them and I have never owned one. Maybe it’s because the letters are somewhat arbitrarily oriented. Pray for me.
  4. I was the President of my high school class, Dallas Area High School Class of 1982 (Dallas, PA). I had a good run, accomplished a lot. I got to know a lot of teachers as human beings instead of just by their roles. On the other hand, I still haven’t been to a single class reunion.
  5. I miss Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip more than is healthy. I’m a huge fan of Aaron Sorkin, and own all seven seasons of West Wing and the complete Sports Night series. Oh, and The American President. No one writes characters and dialog that are tight, intelligent and accessible like Sorkin does.
  6. I’m a total sap for romantic comedies. At the moment, I keep watching Music & Lyrics over and over again—I have it on Blu-ray. How cute is Hugh Grant? How awesome is Drew Barrymore?
  7. When I stopped simply believing in the existence of a god, I started believing in countless other things, at least as possibilities. A handful of small, magical moments that happen to me are more wondrous than any old miracle in an old book. I can admit there are things that I can’t explain without needing to rush to any cosmic or divine fudge-factor. I can’t say I believe in reincarnation or past-lives, but I’m convinced I used to be Dutch and that I lived in Enkhuizen.
  8. I have quickly become the world’s biggest Doctor Who fan. I got there by way of the movie of the stage musical of the movie The Producers. The Lead Tenor in “Springtime for Hitler” stood out for me more than any other single performer in anything for a very long time. His name is John Barrowman, and as I went looking for whatever else he was in, I started watching Doctor Who Series 1. Then to Series 2. Then Torchwood. Then Doctor Who Series 3. It’s crazy how much I relate to what goes on in the show. For instance, in the beginning of Series 3, when the Doctor increasingly realizes those qualities in Martha Jones that would make her an excellent companion on his journeys, it’s about as close to my way of realizing an attraction to someone as I’ve ever seen on TV or in movies or even in books.

So I guess I’m supposed to tag eight other people. Yikes….let’s see: Sam, Tina, Lee, Possum, Jeffrey, Glenn, Crashie-poo, Mags.

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