Ninja Tag, FSHWAH!

Apparently, while I was sleeping and didn’t even know to run, I was tagged for this thinger.  I’ve never done one of these meme-doodahs and I don’t even know how to pronounce the word.  However, these are the rules for engagement:

And I guess I have to drop some factoids about me which is sort of a pain in the ass because I’m not terribly interesting and what little interesting there is I wave about on a banner in order to keep the pals I do have from abandoning me in a last-ditch effort to save themselves from a boring fate worse than death (that was the biggest run-on sentence of my career).  Back to the point:

• My father’s from the Dominican Republic so I’m half black (staying inside 352 days a year and hiding from the sun on the days I do go out makes this a difficult one to prove!).
• My mother was one of the meanest English professors to ever draw breath.
• I read Stephen King with unparalleled voraciousness and get my feelings hurt when people don’t like his work.
• I waited at an exotic dancer’s club for a year when I was 19.
• I micromanage the inventory and email boxes of those around me.
• Once a year, I eat those horrible Hickory Farms baskets AND LOVE THEM.
• My pointer, middle, and ring fingers on both hands are double jointed and my second toe is longer than my first.

My tag-ees:

• Misty
• Vive Virtual
• Aeon’s EVE
• Dawn of EVE
• Dense Veldspar
• Diary of a Pod Pilot
• drunk in space