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Ok, so I guess I can't hold off any longer. None one can resist the allure of at least attempting the-meme-that-will-not-die:

10 things that I've blah blah blah:

1. Been one of the voices on the cassette accompanying an english texbook for japanese students
   
2. (Accidentally) hit Billy Joe from Green Day in the face with a plastic bag full of cornbread while they were playing-- it didn't phase him.
   
3. Scored 98% on a Linux exam that has a pass rate of around 50%
   
4. Was awarded a toy mummy for being the best dancer at a Groovie Ghoulies show
   
5. Took a piece of wood from the construction site of the rebuilt Globe Theater in London
   
6. Sung a non-punkrock version of "Good Night, Sweetheart" to the audience at 924 Gilman Street
   
7. Wrote a piece of web software that gets 23,400 hits when searched for on Google.
   
8. Collected a stack of over 50 hotel keycards, each of which represents a week of my life spent living in the associated hotel
   
9. Have seen every episode of Dr. Who from 1974 on at least once, plus most of the 1960s-era William Hartnel eps. (though if my friend Shawn ever gets himself an account then I'll probably lose my uniqueness there)
   
10. Have a scar from being bitten by a rat (I could make it harder by specifying that it was a pregnant rat owned by the day care center I went to, but I won't)
    

I'm sure there's more. At least that's what I'm telling myself to keep from getting depressed that I resorted to talking about how much Dr. Who I've watched and which rodents I've been bitten by. =;) It's all Lizbeth's fault. If she hadn't gone and been the cause of all the really unique stuff that I've done (and thus destroyed said uniqueness by being there-- spoilsport) then I'd have done a lot better, I'm sure. =:P