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i’m (not actually) forty-fifth generation roman.

also, this (incredible man) is not me.

some more about me:

when i moved to los angeles, i thought i wanted to meet that miz character from the real world, he being what i – at one confused moment in time – considered to be the apex of the d-minus-level celebrities.  i saw him at a party once.  i think he was carrying a professional wrestling belt over his shoulder.  i did not say hello.  a year later i was at a kbee toy store in the camarillo outlets and saw a miz action figure.  it was 3.99 and i bought it.  it sits in my office and i have to explain it far too often.  in the world of strange things i do and i’m okay with because they’re still relatively interesting (to me), my miz figure has moved awfully close to the bottom.  it doesn’t even look like him.

i should point out that this isn’t actually the figure i own.  and i keep mine in the original packaging.  i’ll keep telling people it’s to increase the value once it becomes a collector’s item, but that’s such an assinine idea it’s not really funny.  the truth is, i keep it in the plastic because the piece of the cardboard that says “the miz” is the only thing that suggests that might actually be the case.

i should also point out that i am no longer interested in meeting the miz.