I was kind of a weird kid.

I used to make tape recordings of myself all the time. It makes for good blackmail fodder for my parents.

In addition to the tape-recording obsession, I also liked things that kids weren’t supposed to like.

Like broccoli.

And meatloaf.

In fact, I liked my mom’s meatloaf so much that it was actually my requested birthday dinner pretty much every year. (more…)