The five weird

Risley tagged me.

I'm a person of myriad strangeness.  The five that are probably the most benign:

  1. I can't stand tomatoes or mushrooms.  I wish I liked them, but I don't.  I can, however, eat nearly anything with these as an added ingredient (e.g., tomato sauce in Italian food).  No, it's not the texture.  Tomatoes taste like crap to me.
  2. I drank with the best of them, particularly in my younger days, but I've never ingested a drug.  I don't know if that makes me weird or just puts me directly in a small minority.  Whatever.  I just never saw the point.
  3. You probably can't find very many people who care less about NFL football than me.  I appreciate the game, and I'll watch the Super Bowl, but week-by-week, forget it.  Overall I'd rather play sports than watch.
  4. I'm a decent athlete, but there is no sport that makes me look dumber (than I already do) than trying to play basketball.  I have no feel for the game.  However, I can spin a ball on my finger as if I'd played for the Globetrotters.
  5. If you name a popular song from the 80s, I can probably tell you the year it was released.

Truth is I don't mind these memes because people (most people) interest me.  But the further truth is I don't have another five to tag, sorry.  Carry on.

Straight lines and rulers

Of the true friends in my life, three are architects, all preposterously talented.  Andy just pointed me to his new firm's site, which is bare bones for now but tells you all you need to know about these guys -- that you're going to get absolute excellence in design.  I can't wait until they make it huge, which is only a matter of time.