- I hate talking about myself. Really. I can deliver a 5,000-word-essay from one day to the other, including some research, but then the editor/publisher will ask me “for a short bio” and I’ll be stuck. For. Ever. I truly don’t like that. It sounds like bragging. Anyway, who cares about what people are, what matters is what they do and say, right?
- The more times goes on, the more I hate phone calls. Or VoIP calls. It’s hard to explain. Back in 1996 or so I started compulsively abandoning phone calls, which took too much of my (work) time so that I needed to focus on real work. There is no such thing as a 30 second call to deal with something quickly and efficiently. They all take 30 minutes and are a waste of time. If you’re not able to write what you want to do convey, unless you’re dysgraphic (and that’s a disease), you really have nothing worth listening to.
- Old age is when you start losing patience with people that turn from “clueless” into “stupid”. When you’re young, you’re more tolerant about human stupidity and tend to shrug it off as “merely uninformed”. I’m 104 years old.
- I’m the worst driver in history. All people around me claim to “drive better than the average”. Since this is statistically impossible, I have to be the one that compensates for all the rest. I’m the singularity of bad driving. To prove it: I think I’m the only person that had an accident while driving the car to do some repairs — inside a garage!
- I don’t own a TV since 2000. Really. I thought we should move on with the times. Some things should be discarded as we plod along into the 21st century. I don’t miss it a bit. The day gained a lot of extra hours!
- Never underrate reading. When all else fails (power, computer, your CD player or TV if you’re into it), a book is still portable, lasts a few hundred of years, doesn’t use any power, and is always a source of pleasure for several hours.
- As a teenager, I worked very hard to become an artist, since that’s what everybody else was doing. I failed at painting, sculpture, playing any kind of instrument (I learned the flute, the violin, and the piano), singing, acting, and writing — all were attempted, several times, and simply never worked out. Frustrated, there was only one source of creativity for me: computers, which are not demanding on the kind of crap you do with them. I’m now too old to be called a computer geek, but I guess that’s what I was as a teenager — and still, I failed at programming, computer-created design, modelling, or music composing! I’m the only resident of Second Life with over three years that can’t build, can’t script, can’t do textures, and can’t do animations. When I tell that to newbies, they ask me how I spent over 1300 days in SL! My answer: having a lot of fun 🙂
- People are the most fascinating things in the universe. Really! I hope to become a sociologist, anthropologist, or even a psychologist in my next life, and study human beings for a living, because it’s the most entertaining activity in the universe. For this life, I content myself in meeting a lot of people, chat with them, learn from them, and hopefully keep a few good friends along my journey in this world.
And finally, the people I’ve tagged, in no particular order:
Tao Takashi, Extropia DaSilva, Hiro Pendragon, Onder Skall, Tara5 Oh, Hamlet Au, Lem Skall, Frank Koolhaas. I didn’t tag Eloise Pasteur, Tateru Nino, or Prokofy Neva, who were already tagged, but definitely at the top of my list! I would have tagged a lot of more people, but I’m afraid they’ll kill me slowly! (The ones above will probably only roast me in a slow fire, but after I’m dead!)