Myself (or someone like me) v. 5

--Which won't be as intense as last time. I got tagged, whatever the hell that means. Sorry it took so long to respond, man. four jobs i've had in my life: * in the hizzy of jizzy (element) * high school youth quasi-pastor who also filled the coke machine * stinky, dirt-eating, jogging-in-front-of-roaring-bulldozers archaeologist * the midnight to 4am shift in the loading docks of Roadway Packaging before it got bought out by FedEx. I think I actually cried because I hated the job so much. And we've gone over what I think about crying. * McDonalds. I almost got fired. Almost. And I'm not telling you why. Bonus: The Christian Armory/Larceny. They let me work there without having to cut my hair. I shocked all the Southern Baptists into buying NIVs and Messages instead of KJVs. four movies i can watch o'er and o'er: * The one that my sister and I recorded when we first got a heavy and extremely jittery video camera in 1985. * The "Gap commercial" and "rockumentary" my dormmates and I made freshman year. * Pink Floyd's _The Wall. And then I want to kill myself. * Annie. Carol Burnett is the shiznit in that movie. four places i have lived: * c-bus, oh. * another part of c-bus. * out in the middle of cornfields to the west of c-bus. * out in the middle of much larger cornfields to the west of c-bus, only it's south bend, indiana and we live in the town. * east of c-bus in some other fields. only it was northern england and they didn't grow anything but mean people with nasty teeth and unintelligible geordie accents. four tv shows i love to watch: * the british version of the Office (on DVD) * I really don't like TV * I don't like the commercials, the pointless plots, the fact that I feel like someone is trying to market something to me the whole time, and the fact that sometimes I laugh just because I feel embarrased for the actors * The Simpsons from 1989 to 2001. But I always forget to watch them now. four tops: * the top of my daughter's head as she runs by yelling "tickle daddy!" * the top of my wife's head when she tucks it neatly under my chin * the top of our "entertainment center" where seamus the cat sleeps and from which he surveys his kingdom * "toppins a bag" four places i have been on vacation: * Ireland * Mt. Gilead State Park, BFE, Ohio * Upper Sheol * a "condo" that doubled as a storage room "overlooking" (read: sinking into) the St. Lawrence Seaway in extreme northern New York state. Worst. Vacation. Ever. four of my favorite dishes: * the one that when you put it in the microwave it shoots out lightning. * the blue one from the ukraine that we got as a wedding present but that we can't use because it was painted with lead paint and since we didn't register for it in the first place I always curse when I see it and wonder why the people just didn't get us a dish we could have actually used. * greta's plastic one that she throws sometimes. Unless there's greasy sausage on it. Then it's not my favorite dish. * my mom's old ones with the grapes on the side that remind me of my grandmother. four websites i visit daily: * library.nd.edu * nd.edu/~hps * 1treehill.blogspot.com (shameless, self-referential plug) * malepatternedbaldness.com four places i would rather be: * the "long room"--Trinity University Library, Dublin, Ireland * bed * hanging out with bono, saving the world * wherever you are when you're reading this, cause we could probably hang out and talk about meaningful stuff while instead i toil away reading about subjects that no one other than me and six other eggheads on planet earth give two shits about. four bloggers i tag: * ray... (no...already tagged) * john...(no...already tagged) * andy...(no...already tagged); jeff wouldn't respond; mckaughan doesn't have a blog; kate is a wild feminazi that would rain down the fire of female heaven upon my head; luke tagged me to begin with; brant is too busy saving the world; andy does nothing but teach; matt doesn't blog; mg has given up blogging--oh wait!--he's back!...but tagged; * great. that's it. I'm at the end of the chain. I have no more friends. I don't know any more bloggers. Crap. All that's left now is existential angst. And i lent out all of my Nine Inch Nails albums too. I'm batting a thousand today.