Seven Things You Never Knew About Me - Part 1 of ??

This post is exceedingly long overdue. Waaaaaay back on January 28, 2009, LT tagged me in a comment she made on one of my blog posts. It's been so long ago that I don't remember the rules (okay--she could have tagged me last week and I wouldn't remember the rules), but the gist of it is that if someone "tags" you, you're supposed to share seven things about yourself that (presumably) those who follow your blog don't know. I think maybe it's kind of like picking "truth" in a game of Truth or Dare--except someone else chooses "truth" for you. Seven. Times.

SUPER COOL FACT ABOUT ME # 1

I'm normally a pretty private person. Some people love to go on and on about themselves, their children, their pets, their significant other, how smart or well-read they are, the mole in the shape of the Virgin Mary on their left buttock the dermatologist wants them to keep an eye on, etc. That's not me.

And wow. That was totally lame. That's not a super cool fact about me at all. Furthermore, the fact that it's taken me so long to get around to this might have been a clue that I'm not someone who can't keep himself to himself. Does this mean the above doesn't count as one of the seven things about me you never knew? Since I don't remember the rules, I can play Calvinball with them if I want to ;-)

To make up for the complete and utter lameness and misleading nature of the not-so-super-cool fact about me I just shared, I will make up for it by posting

SLIGHTLY LESS BORING FACT ABOUT ME #2

I'm a Mac. Although I make my living as a network and systems administrator of a Windows-based network, I am typing this on my beloved 24" iMac. In case you are a burglar who somehow figures out where I live, you should also know that we have a very large dog who stays inside, not far from where I keep my iMac. One of the things you should know about our dog is that he has a mad dog disease, which causes his voracious appetite, and strangers are a particular favorite of his. I've given him permission to eat you if you try to break in and steal my Mac. I wouldn't worry about his illness, though. They say it can't cross the canine-human species barrier unless his saliva enters your bloodstream, which is really only a concern if you happen to escape before he finishes devouring you.

Anyway, back to my computer preferences. Here's the long and the short of it. I get to fix lots of computer/network/software problems as part of my job. Not to brag, but I'm exceptionally good at what I do. At least I like to think that's why some of my co-workers call me "The Wizard". After a long day of keeping everybody's computers up and running in the Land of Oz, the last thing I really want to have to do is more of the same when I get home. I got tired of doing that, so I bought a Mac.

Actually, that's not quite true. While it's a very valid reason to buy a Mac, The Real Reason™ I bought a Mac was because I had a great idea for a killer iPhone application and needed a Mac with which to create it. I haven't started on the app yet, BTW. You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men, don't you? What they fail to mention is why they go awry. Babies. That's right--babies. Children in general, but babies in particular. They dash all your unimportant dreams to pieces. (Oh, how I love you, sweet baby of mine who is super demanding and still won't sleep through the night!) But it's worth the trade-off.

Whew! I certainly go off on a lot of tangents, don't I? I already know where this is going next, but you'll just have to wait until I get around to writing it to find out :-)