Enough about them, let's talk about me!

Well, you'd think that I would enjoy getting "tagged" to do a meme, if for nothing else than the word "me" is in there twice... but I am not a fan because it's harder for me to come up with what I think might interest people than just writing a regular post. Several people have tagged me for these things, so I better just dig in and start off with this one. I will, at some point, do the others. Don't let this encourage you to tag me though, because I'm not easily talked into it. I refuse to tag anyone else, so that probably makes me no fun; but if you'd like to do this meme on your blog, feel free to leave word of it in the comments so I can check it out!

Schmutzie tagged me to post seven-random-and/or-weird-things-about-myself. "Weird" is subjective, so it's my intention to just list 7 random things, and if you think they're weird then maybe I'll get bonus meme points that I can cash in for one of those cheap prizes they offer at Chuck E. Cheese!

If you want to know more on any of the following, just click on the hotlinks, which all lead to previous posts that will shed more light on the subject!

1.) By the time I was 26, I lived in 9 different cities in 7 different states; and I'm not even in the witness-protection program. Of these places, NYC is my favorite.

2.) I have a problem being unable to control my attraction to men with accents. I know most of you ladies are probably thinking, "who doesn't have that problem?", but this is no joke. I cannot be held responsible for my actions in those instances. If you're a man with English as your 2nd language, you get away with a lot more than you ever would with me if you were from, say, Connecticut. You can double that attraction if you're a musician with an accent.

3.) I am *slightly* obsessed with comedians; and am totally obsessed with british humor programs... I would quote Little Britain all day long if only the people around me knew what I was talking about. Ricky Gervais & Stephen Merchant (the geniuses behind The Office and Extras), I wanna have your babies. Same goes for you, Kiwi Flight of the Conchords!

4.) Because of a traumatic childhood experience, I am not a cat person. I can be in the same room as one, but if it starts coming towards me, I get nervous. Cats sense this and it only makes them more likely to approach me, which is why I try to avoid cats altogether.

5.) As anyone who knows me will tell you, I have a near-photographic memory, and that freaks out a lot of people. I can remember the most mundane of details about the most mundane of moments, which is as much a curse as it is a blessing. If I could somehow make money with this "gift", I would.

6.) I am not a morning person, and that is putting it lightly. I set the alarm on my computer, as well as the alarm on my cell phone AND my actual alarm clock. If I'm sleeping alone, it takes a village to wake me up.

7.) When I lived in NYC, my apartment got broken into and everything I had of value was stolen; professional camera equipment, jewelry and some cash I had on-hand because I was leaving for vacation 2 days later. To make a long story short, I ended up catching the people who did it the very day I returned from my trip, and managed to bring down an entire crime ring that was wanted by the FBI on multiple charges (it's actually a really good story, I'll have to write more on that someday). 

Several years later, after I moved to Chicago, someone backed into my car causing substantial damage (it was not even drivable) and failed to leave a note with their personal information. This infuriated me more than the actual damage to the car (though that WAS infuriating!) because it's a crappy thing to do. That night, we got a tip on who might have been the culprit and around what time the commotion was heard, so early the next morning I had my camera and zoom lens all set up, and not only took photos of the driver sneaking around my car to see what the damage was, but got her license plate as well, surprising the investigator assigned to my case so much that after he heard the additional story of my previous crime ring bust, he asked if I wanted a job (which I turned down). The moral of this story is: Don't f**k with me or my stuff.