Tagged by I will have to thank him later. Hard. Repeatedly about the head and shoulders.

Actually, I always am kinda flattered when I get tagged. And it's a pretty good writing excercise as well, because you know, I AM A WRITER. But the masses like to bitch about it, so being the sheep I am I just figured I'd bitch too. Because that's what sheep do people, they follow. Follow blindly until they drown. Hmm, well okay - I have issues.


Anyhooo - So here's the obligatory pasting of the rules, as is customary:

1. Post these rules
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves
3. Tags should write a journal / blog of these facts
4. At the end of the post 8 more persons are tagged and named
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged


Random facts:

1) My first car was a '65 Mustang that I traded for a drum set with some dumb-ass stoner in high school. Apparently his father was a stoner too, because even at 17 I knew what kind of stupid deal that was. I sold it when I went to college - THAT was the stupidest thing IV'E ever done. Right now a have a '65 mustang that I'm rebuilding, and a 2006 that I drive. Fast.

2) My middle name is Thomas. Across the pond in England, John Thomas is a slang term for a penis. See also dick, tally-wacker, johnson, or purple headed-yogurt slinger. So, my friends from the continent get endless amounts of amusement from this fact and insist on using both my first and middle name when addressing me in any medium. You know who you are mother-bitches, and you suck.

3) Swearing. I think the fact that there are such things as bad words is completely ridiculous. What the hell is a "bad" word? Who the fuck, got a commitee together, sat down and decided that shit is a less desirable word than crap, dung, poop or feces? So, in strong objection to this ludicrous social taboo, I make it a point to swear whenerver possible, and most likely in sentences where it neither nededs to be or belongs, and if I can turn that into a string of "profanity" well, my work is done.

4) I have 327 pieces of art from various pencilers, inkers and colorists. If I were to add up what I have spent on all that artwork, I wold probably be forced to slice open a vein and kill myself on principal alone.

5) I can't stand Julia Roberts. Or, "Miss Annoying Big-Mouth, Horse Teeth" as I like to call her. I concede that she is a talented actress, and if I were to be honest she doesn't completely lap water out of a bowl, but for reasons that I can not properly define, just the sight of her or sound of her voice grates the hell out of me.

6) My name at birth, before I was adopted was John Anthony D'Agostino. Italian much??? I really like the sound of it, but changing it back would be a slap in the face to my parents. Apparently I'm not a complete heartless dickhead.

7) I have 10 tattoos. A tribal shark, 2 dragons, a cross, tribal symbol for "defender of the faith", the X-Men logo (Oh My Nerd!!) and the kanji symbols for "Faith, Strength, Wisdom, and Frienship"

8) When Blade Runner premered in San Diego back in '82. My Dad took me. We stood in line for four hours. When we finally got in and were seated, Harrison Ford came in with his group and sat three rows in front of us. I'm pretty sure that I didn't even watch the movie.

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