Sell Fist Team

I take it in stride when someone says they like my writing, my dancing, my artwork, or my fashion sense. I thank them, and continue. But when someone actually likes me, I am always surprised. Maybe it goes back to my childhood years as the homely, bullied weirdo. The kids who beat me up weren't entirely without compliments. They might tell me I'm smart (which was, in retrospect, one of the main reasons I was victimized), a "good drawer," or whatever. But they never liked me. In fact, they'd sometimes hold polls to see how many people hated me. The results were always unanimous--even I would put up my hand for the votes.

I guess I've always considered myself something very separate and distinct from my skill set, and even from my own physical characteristics.

I don't expect it when people want to come and visit. I'm surprised when people invite me over to visit. I mean, why would they want my company?

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever clue in that I'm not that rejected kid anymore.

Link time!

Animal Abuse: A new and exciting way to humiliate your cat.

Pizza Hut’s Double Roll pie is the ultimate geek food: This hamburger/pizza/hotdog Frankenstein's monster terrifies me.

Model T takes on a HUMMER in hill climb: "It wasn't a fair fight at all, but for funsies, a vintage-car hill-climb allowed Forbes Magazine to enter a late model HUMMER H2. You know, just to see how the 316-hp, 4WD SUV would do against, say, a 100-hp 1921 Model T driven by a 70-year-old man. Like we said, it wasn't fair at all" (thanks, gha5t).

Dentist wins case over fake boar tusk implants: This is just plain kooky.

Very Excited Pug: And this is one reason why I never want one of these dogs.

Remote Control, Hopping, Yodelling Lederhosen: WTF (thanks, f00dave)?

Self-motivation time: The gym. Tomorrow I start weights again. It's been too long, and the beer and STRONGNOB I've been drinking on occasion is manifesting in unflattering ways....