…I bring you seven things. Brendan got it from Sherri, and they told a friend, and they told a friend, etc.

Seven things I plan to do before I die:
Be paid to pretend to be beat up.
See other places than North America.
Make my own sword.
Write something that I think “says something.”
Raise a child.
Become famous.
Attain enlightenment.

Seven things I can do:
Play the drums. (and the euphonium, ha!)
Break bricks with my hands.
Make people laugh.
Sing well enough.
Build a kick-ass website from scratch, or a PC from parts.
Talk loudly.
The worm.

Seven things I can not do:
Save money.
Save the world.
Tolerate the shallow.
Grow hair on the top of my head.
Keep hair from growing other places.
Help feeling gullible when I give a stranger money.
Live down certain stories that I myself embellished.

Seven things I found attractive about the opposite sex:
Skin.
Hair.
Smile/ laughter.
Legs.
Hips.
Voice.
Breasts.

Seven things I say the most:
“So… yeah.”
“It boggles the mind.”
“I could do that.”
“What did you say?”
“When I say I’m too busy, I really mean it.”
“Fuck him/her/them.”
“Hey!”

Seven Books I love:
“Impro” by Keith Johnstone
“Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors” by Carl Sagan and Ann Druyan
“V for Vendetta” by Alan Moore
“The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” by Douglas Adams
“Mona Lisa Overdrive” by William Gibson
“Lamb” by Christopher Moore
“The complete works of William Shakespeare” by William Shakespeare (I know I cheated.)