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25 random things.

I’m usually late when it comes to memes, and I had actually posted much of this on my Facebook notes way back in February. But I realized I never posted them here.

So, for your entertainment/amusement/shock/whatever, here are twenty-five random facts about yours truly.

  1. I have severe social anxiety; I have to force myself to leave my apartment. I also deal with arrested development disorder and dysthymia (long-term depression).
  2. I do not own a car. I ride a 2007 Suzuki Burgman 400 maxi-scooter. I also own a 2004 Yamaha Vino 125 scooter that is retired in my ex-wife’s garage after riding it over 25,000 miles. In the event of my imminent bankruptcy, HSBC Bank will get it back.
  3. I purchased said Burgman in September of 2007. I’ve ridden it over 20,000 miles since then.
  4. I’m a Disney freak. I spend nearly every weekend in Walt Disney World. When I lived in California (until 2000), I spent almost every day in Disneyland. I would bring my handheld PC with me to work on my invoices there.
  5. I once rode my Vino 125 from Lakeland, FL to Daytona Beach to attend a F.A.I.T.H. Riders chapter commissioning. It was a four-hour backroads trip that required me to leave at 4:30 in the morning in order to arrive by 8:30 AM. They made me trailer the bike home. The trip has become somewhat of a F.A.I.T.H. Riders legend.
  6. While I receive a lot of compliments on my penmanship, I don’t like to write by hand. You will rarely get a handwritten letter from me.
  7. I was bullied daily from the second grade through high school. It still affects me at the age of 37 (see #1).
  8. Because of the aforementioned bullying, I intentionally flunked a semester of P.E. in high school by refusing to change out of my street clothes into my P.E. uniform (t-shirt and shorts). When I made up the semester my senior year, it was the only time I ever got an "A" in P.E.
  9. I am genuinely afraid of answering a telephone (see #1 again). The best and quickest way to reach me is by e-mail. It drives my girlfriend nuts.
  10. I first learned how to play guitar. Then I learned how to play keyboard by matching the sounds of the notes on the guitar with the notes on the keyboard. I then learned to play in church by ear. My friend, the church pianist, would play the song and I would figure out the chords by ear to play on the keyboard.
  11. I met my now ex-wife in an AOL chat room. The first time we met face-to-face was the night we got engaged. She also told me she was filing for divorce in an e-mail.
  12. In spite of my severe social anxiety, I love public speaking and especially sharing my story with others.
  13. I was told at my mother’s funeral in 1996 that I should consider a career as a writer for Hallmark.
  14. My musical tastes range from classical to smooth jazz to country to gothic metal. I do not like rap.
  15. I am a huge Mylène Farmer fan. Laurent Boutonnat is a songwriting genius.
  16. I will often turn off a TV or radio program or commercial where the protagonist is in an embarrassing or compromising position (or is otherwise generally behaving like an idiot) out of embarrassment for the person in the commercial.
  17. I am convinced that most of the drivers in my area received their driver’s education at the Richard Petty Driving School.
  18. I don’t drink because I don’t like the taste of alcohol, although my girlfriend/fiancée has turned me on to local wines. However, I haven’t had any since she returned to California from her last visit (in February).
  19. I first met my current girlfriend in junior high school; then we lost touch for 20-plus years until 2008 when she found me on MySpace several months after my divorce.
  20. I do most of my grocery shopping at Walmart at 3 or 4 AM. It’s the center of Plant City social life.
  21. I am not much of a reader. Reading books puts me to sleep. Maybe it’s because of all the scholarly texts I had to read in bible college. Since graduating Bible college in 1996, of the many books I have started to read, I have only finished two of them—Mark Lowry’s “Live Long and Die Laughing” and the biography “Rachel’s Tears” (the story of one of the Columbine victims).
  22. I’m a visual, hands-on learner. I’d rather just use the product to learn it or work with examples.
  23. I am self-taught with HTML, PHP, VB, VBA, DocBook, and TeX/LaTeX.
  24. Since moving to Florida I consider any temperature below 70°F to be "freezing."
  25. I write nearly all of my correspondence using LaTeX rather than Word.

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Birthday

IMG_0157.jpgI had a good past two days at the Walt Disney World Resort outside Orlando. Wednesday evening I was at the Forrester-hosted Tweetup at the Big River Grille & Brewery; yesterday I was in the parks for the second day in a row for my birthday. It’s not that going to WDW on my birthday is any different from the other times that I go on the weekends, it’s only that this time I actually had some spending money.

In case you’re not familiar with the promotion, part of Disney’s “What Will You Celebrate?” theme is offering free one-day, one-park admission tickets to everyone to use on their birthday in 2009 (you have to register on their web site and visit Will Call on your birthday to receive the ticket, and it can only be used on your birthday in 2009). If, however, like me, you already have a ticket to the parks on your birthday because you’re an annual or seasonal passholder, you have the choice of one of three “birthday gifts”: an all-day FastPass to theme park attractions to shorten your wait in line; a free one-day, one-park ticket to use during the coming year (perhaps on a blackout date when you wouldn’t be able to visit with your seasonal pass); or a birthday “Fun Card” worth the price of a one-day, one-park ticket ($75 plus tax here in Florida) to use to purchase Disney merchandise in the parks with a laundry list of terms and conditions, including the inability to spend it on food or to spend it in a non-Disney-owned shop such as Arribas Bros. or three of the countries in Epcot’s World Showcase, which are run by that nation itself rather than by Disney directly. I picked the Fun Card.

Of course, you also get the cheesy “Happy Birthday” button for free, which, if you choose to wear it openly, instantly causes every Disney Cast Member you meet or simply walk past to wish you a happy birthday. I never learned how to handle that kind of attention; it ended up on my geek bag. BTW, there are also free buttons you can request at the ticket windows any time for such things as your first visit, and a fill-in-the-blank “I’m Celebrating” button (I saw one 20-something lady wear one a while back celebrating her bad hair day).

By the time I got through Epcot and Magic Kingdom Park and was strolling after dark through Disney’s Hollywood Studios with two hours left of operation, that $75 gift card was still unspent. Apparently it’s much easier to spend $75 in a Disney park when I was seven years old than it is when I’m 37. I guess I’m just too practical than to blow dollars on a fake Mars rock (“Someone I know went to Mars and all I got was this lousy rock!”) or an action figure of Goofy dressed as Darth Vader, or my personal favorite, a t-shirt with Mr. Potato Head outfitted as “Darth Tater” challenging a french fry with the caption, “I am your father!” (I don’t wear short-sleeved t-shirts often enough to buy any; nearly ever printed tee I have in my closet I got for free from a (un)conference, motorcycle shop, or promotion somewhere). The shop outside Star Tours at Hollywood Studios where one could build his own custom lightsaber was tempting, but what would I use one for?

Mickey Mouse FlatwareIn the end, I bought a $45, 24-piece stainless steel flatware set to replace the cheaply made (and falling apart) silver/plasticware I had bought at the local Walmart when I first moved into my apartment in Plant City fifteen months ago, and a doohickey for one of my pin-trading lanyards to hold a bottle of water, a ticket (or nametag for meetups) and a couple of whatever else I figure should be worn on a pin lanyard (I got two lanyards, each with two starter pins, for free as an annual passholder from the Disney Vacation Club a couple of months back).

Now I just need to remind future dinner guests not to laugh at my flatware.

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Forrester’s Orlando 2009 Tweetup

I’ll be in Orlando for an opportunity to meet up with Forrester’s top-notch analysts for a one-off social media gathering. Forrester’s 2009 Marketing Forum is also happening the same week at the Walt Disney World Resort, and this is your chance to meet up without having to pay the $2,000 conference fee. ;-)

What: Forrester’s Orlando Tweetup 2009
Are you attending Forrester’s Marketing Forum 2009 or do you live in the Orlando area? Do you ever wonder who you are talking to on Twitter? Come meet and mingle with @jowyang, @OliverYoung, @forrester, @akarlin, @coreymathews, @plburris, and others. Forrester will be hosting a Tweetup at Big River Grille & Brewing Works, located at Disney’s Boardwalk at Walt Disney World. Join us for snacks, cash bar, and a great time!
When: Wednesday, April 22, 2009 6:00 PM
Where: Big River Grille & Brewing Works

2101 N. Epcot Resorts Blvd.
Lake Buena Vista, FL 32830 US

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“Maybe I’ll remember my next thirty years.”

(with apologies to Tim McGraw…)

I turn 37 on Thursday. Don’t even try to reach me—I’ll be at Walt Disney World celebrating for free.

Thirty-seven. Where has the time flown? It seems like not long ago that I was blasting Stryper’s “To Hell With the Devil” in my 1983 Ford Fairmont Futura with best-friend Ricky driving through Santa Ana on our way to Calvary Chapel of Costa Mesa (which, strangely enough, was—and still is—located in Santa Ana) for the College & Career Bible Study. Like it was just last month I was sitting on the floor of the sanctuary on Saturday nights watching bands like Undercover and 4-4-1 and Youth Choir.

Dreams were huge then. I was a full-time student at Vanguard, looking toward entering full-time ministry as a teacher or a pastor or a Bible scholar. I was burning the candle on every end taking a double-load of classes and working 20-hour weekends for money to pay my dad for the car and have something left over to pay a few bills.

Those dreams are gone now.  I’ve been married and divorced, the latter destroying any hopes I have here in the South of ever doing what I was trained—and I thought called—to do as my life’s work. Life has a way of being a cruel teacher as well as an inspirational coach. Instead of being in ministry I’ve worked in office and programming jobs, and right now am living without a job in a bruisingly brutal economy.  I’m spending my birthday week working on bankruptcy papers to file.

Am I bitter? Maybe. Not as much as people think I should be. Depressed? Definitely; who wouldn’t be frustrated in the same situation?

Am I mad at God? Definitely NOT. I have to constantly remind myself that my limited perspective doesn’t compare to His limitless perspective.  I’m still in this shoebox called Time, only able to see what’s around me; He’s outside the shoebox, holding it in His hands, able to see all of its contents. How can I be mad at Someone who truly knows what He’s doing with this shoebox, even if I can’t understand why?

8 "For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
       neither are your ways my ways,"
       declares the LORD.

9 "As the heavens are higher than the earth,
       so are my ways higher than your ways
       and my thoughts than your thoughts.

(Isaiah 55.8–9, NIV)

I also must accept the fact that it’s a combination of my own decisions and things I can’t control that have put me here.  Today’s culture is one that always wants to blame somebody else for their problems—it was my parents’ fault for the way they raised me; I wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t’ve [fill in the blank]. No one wants to take responsibility for their own decisions.  It’s always someone else’s fault, isn’t it?

I choose as I turn 37 to take responsibility for what I can control, and to stop worrying about the things I can’t control. You’d be surprised how liberating that decision is.

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Symbols.

My one-bedroom apartment gets messy rather quickly. The point where I’m no longer able to find what I need usually is the indicator that it needs to be cleaned up. It was while I was picking up some things tonight that I found an empty tin of Copenhagen® snuff.

The tin is not mine. I’ve never smoked a cigarette or dipped chewing tobacco in my life. In a similar manner that I don’t have much of a taste for alcohol, I just can’t imagine why some people choose to purposely inhale smoke. But there’s a reason I’ve kept this tin around the apartment for what’s now going on three and a half years.

The tin belonged to one of the guys in my CR small group. While the group I facilitated was specific to men’s sexual addiction, it was certainly not usual (in fact, it was expected) that it was not the only issue that each person in the group was dealing with; sexual addiction was simply the big issue that they felt they needed to address in their lives, and I’ve found often that when it’s dealt with, the other issues like anger and other addictions sometimes resolve themselves because they can apply what they receive here in the other areas of their lives.

The tin belonged to a long-time leader of the ministry who for a while helped me out with facilitating when our particular small group was started. At the time he was off alcohol for a number of years and heavily involved in A.A., and also dealing with compulsive gambling, but also had a tobacco habit since his teens. The very last meeting in 2005 before New Year’s Eve he decided he was going to quit tobacco. Cold Turkey. He took this tin out of his pocket and dumped the contents in the trash can in front of every guy in the room. Not wanting to leave it in the trash can at a church he put the empty tin back in his pocket; on our way out of small group I took the empty tin from him.  It sat at my work area at home ever since, and it moved with me when I gave up the house in the divorce and moved to this apartment. He’s been tobacco free ever since that night, and the empty tin that now sits on my shelf is a testimony to it along with other mementos from the past.

It’s also a reminder. I set it on the self within clear view as a reminder for me to pray for him, and when people ask about when they visit (not that I ever have any visitors) I can share with them this man’s story.  To some it’s an empty throw-away; for me it symbolizes a restored/recycled life—much like the process I’m still going through.

In all of our lives there are symbols—things, physical objects that may seem mundane or meaningless to others, but has significant, life-altering meaning for those who know the story behind it. This little tin sits on my late grandfather’s jewelry box, which is full of tie pins and cuff links, an old watch that no longer works, old name badges from when he worked at Ralphs as a meat cutter and Anaheim Stadium as a vendor, gun club pins, and two Catholic rosaries that belonged to my late grandmother (even though I’m a former Catholic). There are even a couple of bullets in there from when my late grandfather shot at the ranges. Everything in that box has a meaning of some kind attached to it. I also have a small toiletry case that belonged to my grandmother that has old letters I’ve received, cards, old driver’s licenses, Disneyland brochures from the times I used to go as an annual passholder, letters from Vee, etc.  They all have meaning.  Even though I’m not Catholic, I have a lot of my late grandmother’s religious items (she was devoutly Catholic) and display them around the apartment. One of those items is a “sick kit” that is used by Catholic priests to administer last rites to the sick.

What do you keep around your life as reminders? Not just pictures, but what physical objects from the past do you still have as reminders and symbols to you? What do they mean to you? Have we become so much of a “throw away” culture that we’ve forgotten about the generations and friends that went before us?

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Riding to Walt Disney World®.

I played around with the idea of mounting my video camera to the Burgman to see how it’d fare on a ride into Lake Buena Vista/Bay Lake. Looks like it needs some improvement to reduce the vibration. Also in the video—my first time in “The Land” to see some of the fascinating innovations in land and crop management being done by Disney.

Oh yeah—you get to ride GM Test Track with me, too. ;-)

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Done with the weekend.

It was a very interesting weekend, indeed. The Burgman is running again and back on the road, but it required me to walk the 5 miles (round trip) to Walmart and back to buy an actual battery charger rather than the Battery Tender, Jr. (which won’t charge a dead battery) and a multimeter to check the battery’s voltage so I wouldn’t overcharge it or blow it up.  Anyhow, the battery is back to form and the Burgman is back on the road.

Almost as celebration (and because I desperately wanted out of the apartment), I visited some friends at the Plant City Bike Fest, then dropped my stuff off at the apartment and headed out to Magic Kingdom® Park for the last few hours that it was open.  I arrived at the front gate just as the “Wishes” fireworks show was ending.

About half way through the evening I was walking from Fantasyland into Liberty Square near the Haunted Mansion when I nearly missed a little boy standing there in the middle of the walkway clutching his Disney toy like a security blanket. With all the crowds in the park for Spring Break, he got separated from the rest of his family and was lost and quite scared. I located a nearby Cast Member to pass him on to so she could call Security to help him find his family.  About five minutes later I was walking toward Splash Mountain when I saw a mother and another boy talking with another cast member looking worried, and I overheard her mention someone missing. I asked her if she lost a child and she showed me her iPhone with a picture of the boy I had just helped out earlier.  I told them I had just handed a boy off to a Cast Member at the Haunted Mansion and led them to their son.  I never got any names but I got many thanks from the mom.  I passed them again later on in Tomorrowland on my way to Space Mountain (which was “101″—internal code for “out of service”—for the night), and I discovered heading back to the TTC on the resort monorail that they were on the same trip, but getting off at the Contemporary Resort station while I went on to the TTC and the Burgman to head home.

So, I guess there was a reason for me to go that night, as much as I hate crowds and Spring Break. :-)

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Walt Disney World

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Making you feel special

11513040000I had the privilege last week of playing host to my girlfriend, Vondalee, visiting from my native Southern California for her birthday. The highlight of the week had to be taking her to the Magic Kingdom Park in Walt Disney World and taking note of the way the people in the park helped make her feel special. It’s something I’ve noted Walt Disney World does much better than I remember their sister park in California did before I moved out of the rat race to Florida.

If you’re not familiar with the deal, Disney parks in the U.S. are offering a free base ticket (1 day, 1 park) on guests’ birthdays. It’s a chance for somebody who may not otherwise visit their parks (due to the cost—it’s $75 for a base ticket here in Florida, plus tax) to experience their unique brand of magic. If you have already paid to come on your birthday—annual passholders such as me, for example—you’re given the choice of a special birthday FastPass (cut to the front of the line), a gift card equivalent to the $75 base ticket value, or a free base ticket to use before your next birthday. It’s a genius promotion.

We got to the Ticket & Transportation Center at WDW in the early afternoon and got Vee’s voucher processed at Will Call, and instead of the usual paper/magstripe admission ticket, they gave her a special collectible plastic credit-card-style birthday ticket card, along with a “Happy Birthday” button with her name on it (and a “1st Visit” button also since it was her first time in Florida). From the ticket windows we made our way to the Magic Kingdom Express Monorail where not only did the “cast member” wish her a happy birthday, he let her push the buttons to open the monorail doors when it arrived, and then seated us up at the front with the monorail pilot for the trip to Magic Kingdom, without being asked to.

Throughout the day in the park, every Cast Member who saw Vee’s button (not that one could miss it; it was huge) wished her Happy Birthday—some of them by name—whether it was waiting in line for an attraction, grabbing a drink at a concession stand, or just walking through the park. People helped create a special experience that lasted throughout the day.

What are you doing to make the people around you feel special?

Photo credit: Walt Disney World Resort/PhotoPass (release on file)

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The Haunted Mansion

I had a little fun with my Kodak Zi6 and iMovie ‘08 to shoot a little footage of The Haunted Mansion at Walt Disney World.

[tags]Walt Disney World, Bay Lake, Florida, Haunted Mansion, Video, iMovie[/tags]

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