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The New ERA • Stories & Stats
• Atreides' Personal Statistics
Atreides' Personal Statistics
(brief version)
| Gender |
Easy one . . .
male. No, I didn't even need to check. |
| Birth
Date |
1 July 1957.
That makes me a Cancer, which I suppose means that I grow on people. |
| Marital
Status |
Married to
Cerissa on 1-23-98. Clung to my bachelorhood until the ripe old age of 40; then,
surrendered it quite willingly. That faint sound you hear in the distance is my mother
cheering. |
| Children |
Michael (14)
and Shawna (11); the marriage was a package deal. Plus, with Cerissa, Thor emerged on 31
May 1999. |
| Sibling |
One sister,
Laurie (39), now hitting the books before embarking upon a new career as a psychologist. |
| Height |
5'9". |
| Weight |
190#. Easily
the most I've ever weighed, and the most I intend to. Cerissa and I have agreed that she
can shoot me should my breasts ever get larger than hers. |
| Hair |
"Mostly"
dark, and "mostly" still there. |
| Eyes |
Hazel, a
matching pair. I've never been quite able to accurately define "hazel," other
than to say that if you look deeply into my eyes you'll find a wide assortment of colors .
. . not to mention becoming totally enchanted with me. |
| Arms |
Two; matching,
also. |
| Legs |
Ditto. And,
yes, I did quite intentionally skip over some parts on the way down. |
| Current
Locale |
Findlay, Ohio,
U.S.A. |
| Vices |
Now that the
cigarettes have gone away, I guess that leaves only caffeine (mostly from hot tea).
Exciting lifestyle, huh? |
| Current
Career |
Network and
database administration, and computer education. Can you say "overworked," boys
and girls? |
| And,
When Not Working |
Flying (well,
the airplane does the flying, I just pretend to control it), downhill skiing (not exactly
poetry in motion, yet I will finish the day with a dry butt), reading (anything and
everything in sight), volleyball (AKA rugby with nets), and theatre (live, film, and home
-- does that cover it all?). Oh yes, and harassing poor Cerissa. |
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