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Six Things About Me (That You Could Give a Flying Leap About)

Lincoln Adams | January 6, 2008 @ 8:00 am

Simple Mindz couldn’t resist tagging me with yet another one of those damned memes, but she’s hot, so I forgive her. :ggrin:

Alllllrighty then, here are the rules:

  • Link to the person that tagged you.
  • Post the rules on your blog.
  • Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
  • Tag six random people and the end of your post-link to their blogs.
  • Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
  • Run from the stampeding mob that ensues.

And here’s my personal list:

  1. I am addicted to Starbucks Hot Chocolate.
  2. I gave my car a name… and talk to it too.
  3. I have a pillow girlfriend named Isabella that I hug every night for comfort. :blush:
  4. I have more disco and neon lights in my bedroom than the local rave club does. :dancena:
  5. I’m a complete klutz when I’m around beautiful women.
  6. Movies make me cry sometimes. :crying:

And now to tag six victims. :naughty:

Enjoy! :ggrin:



The Six Thousand Dollar Man

Lincoln Adams | September 19, 2007 @ 8:00 am

Today I get fitted with my new $6000 hearing aids, the Destiny 1600 by Starkey. I’m not expecting miracles, or the ability to hear conversations from 100 yards away, but it would be nice to have a normal conversation in noisy settings for once without finding myself trapped in a puffy shirt situation.

I grew up hoping with each new generation of hearing aids that passed, that the technology would finally advance enough to give me the level of hearing I so desperately needed and wanted. I wanted to be able to hear someone whispering in my ear at the movie theater, or the sound of crickets chirping in the early hours of the morning, or the sound of my car jingling its merry little tune whenever the keys were left in the ignition. I wanted to be able to carry on a decent conversation in places like the subway, or at ballparks, or anywhere I happened to be.

But most of all, I no longer wanted to be afraid. Afraid that if someone asked me for help, I wouldn’t be able to tell them because I’d have no idea what they were saying. Afraid to approach beautiful women I saw in everyday life, not so much because I was shy and ugly, but also because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hear a single thing they said to me.

But after 27 years of wearing all different kinds of hearing aids from all different kinds of manufacturers, I still have yet to realize those dreams.

Will today be the day? After so many years of disappointments and heartaches, has the moment finally arrived where I can at long get my life back?

We shall see.