-seven -eight-nine year old man with a wife (Rodie), three teenage daughters (Jessica, Rebecca and Sarah – all of them have hair of gold…like their mother), five four three dogs (Browser, Montana, Molly, Paeter and Little Dog … sadly, Molly and Little Dog/Bridget Ellie Mae are no longer with us), three two three cats (Miss Priss, Milo, and Mickey), twelve acres.
georgia tech graduate in 1983 (electrical engineering, but don’t ask me to do more than replace a light bulb – I’m a software guy, and that’s hardware…); western (phoenix) seminary graduate in 1994 (“master” of divinity – you know, that white candy that’s a southern favorite – and by the size of my gut i think i should be awarded a doctorate any day now…).
also, surprisingly, holder of a mensa-level IQ – i’m serious, yeah, it was hard for me to believe, too – and is always hard for others to see (“really? mensa? i’d never have thought that…”). go figure.
frustrated rockstar-wannabee, jethro jull fanatic, bob dylan student, grand funk railroad and KISS for the moments I want to just play rock and roll. drummer, guitarist, bassist, mandolin player, keyboard chord-plunker, and a fairly decent songwriter. more a professional than an amateur theologian, I suppose, simply because of the many hours and lost brain cells I’ve contributed to the pursuit of God, comfortable now with my faith and determined not to let literalists impugn His character simply to make their misguided bibliolatry-based houses-of-cards remain erect.
and did i mention that i love run-on sentences?…
trying hard to remain civil in arguments around george bush’s internets. my refusal to suffer fools gladly occasionally makes me step on the wrong toes, so I get banned from various websites who find it easier to do that than deal with me or what I’m saying (“truth? you can’t handle the truth!”). of course, banning me and deleting my comments winds up saying more about them than it does about me, doesn’t it?
for an interesting exercise, read all the posts on this site and try to identify which ones were written during a manic cycle and which ones come from the depressive side. for extra points, identify also whether or not you think i wrote the post when i was current on my shrink-suggested meds. place each post in the proper quadrant of a weird, psycho jahari window of sorts. mail in your answers by midnight friday; a drawing will be held from all the correct entries. the winner will receive a straightjacket autographed by this blog author (assuming i can get my arm free to sign it…).
good sense of humor and, yes, i can laugh at myself, and often do. if you pass me while i’m driving a car, i usually look like i’m talking to myself – which i often am, either that or singing and drumming on the steering wheel to whatever CD is playing. so pay attention to your driving – after all, one of us needs to be watching the road…