I thought about, in the absence of anything substantive to blog about, making lists of things about myself, like I've seen on so many sites.
But 100 things? I can't even think of 20 distinct things about me, let alone 100. Unless we count each pound of excess weight I've been carrying for 35 years. THAT would get me considerably closer. But I suppose they need to be interesting things, so I'm stuck again.
I thought about strange and diverse jobs I have held:
--sleazy supper-club small combo drummer
--city bus driver
--bartender (not an odd job, except that I'm a teetotaller)
--miniature golf & resort groundskeeper
--drug store clerk
--Oh, yeah: airline pilot
Less than 10. How about strange foods I like?
--peanut butter & Miracle Whip sandwiches
OK, that's the only strange food item I could think of. I'm batting zero.
Favorite movies? Already in the Blogger profile.
Favorite pieces of music? Yeah, so long as I also label the list "Effective General Population Sleep Aid."
Like I said: I got nuttin'.