I was tagged by kate (google: seekatedate) to write ten funny things about myself. here goes.

1. I love Star Trek. I do. I don’t have the time to keep up with it as much as i used to. My favorites are the movies, especially when the two generations (TOS, TNG) collaborated… wow. I cried at Spock’s death, and Kirk’s.
   
   
2. Speaking of which, i tear up more often than i maybe should in movies and television. for being as cynical as i am, you wouldn’t think i would get misty-eyed watching the office or the sopranos… or In Bruges. Something in me connects so strongly with the storyline in so many things. I think it is a gift. lol.
3. I have a love/hate relationship with diet drinks. I enjoy the flavor more than the regular soda versions… but i can usually hear my brain cells screaming and writhing in agony.
   
   
4. I get annoyed whenever people answer “Everything” when asked their favorite music. Not because they are too lazy to really self-inspect enough to notice what they like more than other things (which i feel happens alot), but more because it shuts the question down. When I (or anyone) asks someone that question, it is usually  because they are trying to get to know the person more, to find a common ground, to see if they like any of the same bands… to actually TALK about specific music… and answering “Everything” is a slap in the face.  Por Ejemple:

   Bob: What’s your favorite music? What music do you like most?
   Doug: Everything, really.
   Bob: … oh. ok.
   (awkward silence as Bob wonders whether he should go for favorite movies, or have another bite of tofu.)

   See, no communication. No connection. Plus, you don’t REALLY like everything. No, seriously. You don’t. I do try to show grace. I am not awesome enough to feel justified ripping into people for saying. I know they mean well. I often just slough it off and try to rephrase the question in a way that eliminates general answers…

5. I have a molemark in my right ear that looks like a spider bite.
   
   
6. I feel Dave Matthews Band strikes well the delicate and beautiful paradoxic balance between soul-searching, serious, emotive, acoustic driven pop-rock and infectious, jazzy, soulful, funky groove music. Hence their intense “if you don’t like it, you probably don’t get it” vibe.
   
   
7. I don’t listen to “worship” music unless I am actually in the act of worship or playing drums for worship. It keeps the music sacred to me. Hearing it all the time would desensitize it for me, or “desecrate” it for me.
   
   
8. I often special order food at restaurants. Like, substitute something, or hold something, what-have-you. I feel that if I am paying a big mark-up on the food itself because someone is preparing it for me, i should at least be able to get it how i’d like it prepared, even if they greatly simplified their food options listed on the menu.
   
   
9. Also at restaurants, I often introduce myself to the server. That is all. it’s courteous.
   
   
10. I really like Paul Reiser. His books are awesome. And so is Mad About You.
    
    
11. Bonus. My Tumblr is Amazing: http://drewplaysdrums.tumblr.com

The following is from johnmayer.com/blog:

THE GOONIES SWITCHEROO

Go back into the annals of beloved ’80s films, and you’d be hard pressed to find a movie closer to the hearts of thirty-somethings than The Goonies.  I’ll spare you the synopsis, as you most likely already know it, but if you don’t, no need to worry - you’ve seen 20 other movies like it in its time. The template: nerdy but affable underdog(s) suffer unrelenting ridicule by jocks in varsity letter jackets but ultimately have their comeuppance, usually stealing a smoking hot girlfriend or two in the process.

In the case of The Goonies, a band of awkward, socially outcast kids set off to find a buried treasure, narrowly averting almost certain death and outrunning, among others, a popular high school jock named Troy.  Troy is one of  the classic cinematic archetypes of the 1980s; the jock. He’s good looking, rocks a period-relative badass Mustang convertible, and he’s a total prick.  All we can do from the moment Troy enters the frame is to wait with baited breath to see Troy lose and the Goonies win.

And in that end, back in 1985 when the underdogs had their day, (and their bag of jewels), and the final credits rolled and we called our parents for a ride home, we realized something fantastic: It’s true, we weren’t Troy. But for the first time, thanks to The Goonies, we no longer wanted to be Troy. It was okay to be us, thank you very much.

Cut to present day.

What happened to the better part of a generation that once walked out of their local theater rooting for the Mikeys and Chunks and Datas of the world? They’ve turned into Troys. Troys who can’t accept the differences in others and condemn the things they don’t understand. Finger-pointing, shit-talking Troys.

Ask yourself: with whom do you identify more these days, Troy or the Goonies? And if you’re reading this and you happen to be an Internet shit-talker, could it be because you think I’m Troy?  Because honest to God, I’ve always fancied myself a Goonie; the underdog who toppled over the narrow-minded naysayers and walked away with a treasure.

So maybe this whole thing is one big misunderstanding and it turns out we don’t need to go down as a generation remembered as having spent the ’00s wearing our asses like hats after all. Maybe it will turn out that we needed a little time to figure out that in the end we’re all just a bunch of Goonies.

JM

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Thank you John. Thank you.