Good Day, Sunshine... Award.

The delightful Miss Mary O'Regan at The Path Less Taken has bestowed upon me the Sunshine Award, for being inspiring, or was it for curing neuropraxia? I can't remember. Accepting the award requires that I divulge ten things about myself. Also that I tag ten other bloggers. I promised to do the former while evading the latter (and the ladder, which is quite in my way today.)

Onward now to my favorite subject: Me!

I. It was just revealed to me that you can access the Brain Lab with a ".co.uk" on the end, in lieu of my accustomed ".com" ending. (Did I promise that these would be exciting? Did I promise they would be interesting? Did I promise I would wander far afield from the topic at hand?)

II. Although I was located via a list of Catholic bloggers -- I'm not Catholic. But, I am a reader of -- and read by -- a number of Catholic bloggers. I can think of worse groups to be associated with. (“Think of”? Heck! I'm a member of such groups!) I’m a small-c catholic.

III. I adore coffee. If I switch careers, I’d like to do something that lets me brew, serve, and drink coffee. And sell St Espressus of Java - related products.

IV. Those captcha widget things that say “Prove you’re not a robot” make me laugh, because I wonder how successfully I could prove that in real life. I’ve never been asked to do so, but plenty of my acquaintances have accused me of it. Non-emotive introvert? That’s me.

V. I’ve become quite fond of classic “pulp” fiction stories & magazines. Edgar Rice Burroughs’ work and The Spider are two favorites.

VI. On a related note, I do proofreading work on pulp etexts for RadioArchives.com. This means I get PAID (in store credit) to read pulp magazines!

VII. My other dream career would involve editing/proofreading full-time.

VIII. Hawaiian/Aloha shirts. Love them. I own 10 or 11. I’m not really a collector, though, since I’m not worried about keeping them in pristine, mint condition. I wear them. I have one on today, as a matter of fact, to celebrate the temperature outside reaching a mark above freezing. BadShirtGoodTimes.com sells great quality, comparatively-inexpensive Hawaiian shirts. You know, in case you have a crazy uncle who’s difficult to shop for.

IX. Let me tell you about my wife and children. I have none. (Well, that didn’t take long.) And, yes, I’m straight – despite the possible red herring about the Hawaiian shirts.

X. My latest fiction piece, aside from here, can be found in the comments section here. It was a ten-minute, off-the-cuff thing based on the three french hens from the “Twelve Days of Christmas.”