I had so much to regale you with today – o! the stories I could have told! – but again, I find myself felled by the same screechingly-awful, excruciating, ligament-wretching sore throat that has plagued me since that surgery I got in May.
But I’ll say this: those were some pretty great answers to the last entry, and not as altogether devastating as the comments on that infamous blog lo these many years ago. Again, it must be said… men, talk to women. Women, make your needs known.
The ZzzQuil is kicking in (seriously, have you guys tried that stuff? WALLOP) so I’m going to ask all of you a question that the engineers at Google like to ask their prospective employees:
Name one odd thing that you’re exceptionally good at, and why you have passion for it.
I have a few I could pull out if I were in the hotseat at Google, but I’ll go with an archaic and arcane one: I was unbeatable at the video game “Track and Field” at any arcade during its heyday. Decades of practicing trills on the piano made me exceptionally fast at making the character “run” and do hurdles, throw the javelin, long jump, etc.
And though I grew up with a name nobody could pronounce in eastern Iowa (or Tidewater, for that matter), having only three letters in my first name meant I could put my whole name in the #1 All-Time Scorers column. And guess what? That was passion and victory enough for me, some days.