Month: July 2002

The questions are pointless and annoying, and there are apparently four alternate answers, but I grew up with these books, it’s very late, and I am easily amused.

which mr. men/little miss are you?
take the quiz & find out! 🙂
quiz made by jaded_dazey

I really should go to bed now.

Taking my cue from the lovely and talented Nyssa, allow me to share Ten Facts About Me:

  1. I was an English major. Ah, you’re probably thinking. That explains it!

  2. I was an Eagle Scout with silver palms.

  3. As a member of the Penn State Monty Python Society, I once wrote a song about my penis. I am much more proud of this fact than people who know me think I should be.

  4. I spent a number of my elementary school years in speech therapy. Apparently I had trouble with the letter s.

  5. I know more about pool chemicals than a man who has never owned or worked at a swimming pool should know.

  6. I have a great memory for meaningless details and the content of conversations many years past. It’s altogether possible that if you’ve ever told me something about yourself you didn’t think was especially important, I remember it.

  7. I have a pretty terrible memory for names and have trouble putting them to faces of people I’ve just met. I recognize faces, and I usually don’t forget the ones I’ve met, but I can hear someone’s name repeated for weeks before it finally sinks in and I feel confident using it.

  8. My favorite color is green, while my favorite season is spring.

  9. I cannot play the piano.

  10. I’m currently reading The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkein, although I haven’t actually picked it up in more than a week. I always feel like I’m not reading as much as I should, or that I should learn to read faster so that I can read more.

Feel free to share your own.

At lunch, I thought I might take along my camera and try to catch a little of Arts Fest, currently underway in the center of town (and probably spread out in all directions on campus, too, if previous years are anything to go by). Unfortunately, it was impossible to find a decent place to park, and so I just drove back to the office and had lunch. The Central Pennsylvania Festival of the Arts is a strange and interesting event. It’s a wonderful atmosphere, and the weather this afternoon couldn’t be better for it, but…well, everything for sale is extremely over-priced. Lots of paintings you’d expect to see on postage stamps, I sometimes joke. Very nice works of art — there are a lot of talented people downtown with their wares on display — but very little you’d really want to buy. Arts Fest draws huge crowds every year, and it’s fun while it lasts, but I’m never especially sorry to see it go.