The latest Meme

This is yet another awesome meme I saw elsewhere, so I thought - what the heck. P.S.: Yes, that's me in the picture, circa 1982, just a young buck Private in Canada's military.

I’ve worked as: a Disc Jockey, a blueprint machine operator, a short order cook (at a Zeller's restaurant no less), a teletype technician, an instructor (technology), a shop supervisor, an Army boot camp instructor. Now I’m a combination training developer / instructor / information assurance analyst / ILS analyst ( I have fingers in many pies).

I’ve never: been on a cruise ship; punched anyone; been arrested; been lost; broken a bone; been in a threesome; killed an animal (insects don't count); been weightless - yet; seen my dad in 13 years (he's alive - as far as I know).

I have: set a huge grass fire (by accident - I was 10); been stung by a bee in the ear; played real war games; driven across Canada (except for the Maritimes); owned 3 successive motorcycles; kissed a man on the lips (once - his name was David Devlin - great friend - not that way - man you guys are homophobic!)); been caught shoplifting (and lied my way out of it getting reported to my parents - HAHA!!).

I have taught: telecommunications to journeymen technicians; how to fix computers; eBay; blogging; internet security; and how to use Microsoft Office.

I am: pompous (so I'm told); someone with the gift of gab; mischievous; logical; adaptable; too blunt; a very good driver; a liberal; the creator of my own reality; curious about a great many things.

I know how to: find stuff on the internet; cook; connect your home theatre; navigate; troubleshoot things; dumb complex things down for everyone to understand.

I refuse to: put ketchup anywhere near my eggs; drink and drive; allow the stuff on my plate to intermingle; switch to boxers; bungee jump; be seduced by second life.

I might try to: get hired to do commercials; start my own business; lose another 20 pounds, become a DJ on CJSW (University of Calgary radio); guest-host The Hour on CBC; stop letting bad drivers upset me; get behind the controls of a plane (by invitation only, of course).