51, a navy brat.
Got my smarts, my sense of humor, my temper, and my singing voice from my mom.
Got my height, my build, my looks, my clinical depression, my anxiety disorder, and my tendency to normal serum cholesterol, sound heart, and clear blood vessels despite my atrocious diet from my dad.
Tonsils removed at the age of two. Massive infection at the age of seven. Introduced to science fiction (Sioux Spaceman by Andre Norton) by my mom at the age of ten. Mom also bought be my first wargame. Were that not bad enough she risked arrest in 1959 California to teach me to read using phonics.
Been hospitalized for depression, an apparent heart attack (anxiety attacks can be tricksy things) and a "minor, transient, ischemic event" (a mild stroke).
Been homeless. (Disability auditions in these parts is tough.)
Blog, rile folks on ENWorld, put off things, comment on other blogs, and am now awaiting the start of a new undertaking. (Called Pajamas Media. You can ask a guy name of
Roger L. Simon {Yes, that Roger L. "Scenes From a Mall" Simon.} about it.)
Expect to croak around 2034. Hope to get another go around, but with better mental health. A wife and family (with kids who all outlive their dad) would be nice.
Need to apply myself. Need to start serious exersizing (weight related high blood pressure aggravated by the anti-depressant {Heart attack or suicide, such a choice.}). (BTW, have you been to a YMCA recently? Don't know about other locations, but the Downtown San Diego Y was not what I expected.)
Like pizza, cheap beef, non-fat milk, 7-up, chicken noodle soup, clam chowder, dogs, cats, tasmanian devils, the Dave, Shelly, and Chainsaw show on
KGB ("We had the letters first, the Russians can change."), kids, reading, pretty girls, pretty ladies, sunny days, the Moody Blues, the Beatles, the Who, Led Zeppelin, Gordon Lightfoot, Neil Diamond, The Monkees, Jethro Tull, Fleetwood Mac, Ludwig von Beethoven, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Johann Bach, Johann Sebastian Bach, and John Denver.
I can only hope the people who foisted broccoli, asparagus, and brussel sprouts on the world had children just like them. I am convinced the kiwi fruit is New Zealand's way of getting back at America for light beer.
I do tend to go on at grea ... think I'll end it here before I do.