I doubt anyone is interested, but in the interests of being a good sport I'll give you five anyway. The reason for this sudden display of openness can be found here, where fellow blogger Jaap Stronks
invited me coerced me into doing so by including me in his nefarious chain letter scheme. I will not burden five other bloggers with this duty, but as far as my answers go, here they come:
1. Before I die, I want to have seen the Earth from space, preferably from orbit. Hopefully, Branson et al will get their kit together soon. For my part, I'm willing to sell my assets to get there. That means all of them if necessary (except my cat Ender, whom I don't consider to be my property, other than in a legal sense). Of course, being Dutch, I'll probably end up waiting for a bargain anyway.
2. While we're on the subject of pets, I am a 'closeted' proponent of (limited) animal rights, in the Dominion sense. The main bottleneck seems to be that I like eating meat too much to fully commit to this position. This probably also makes me somewhat of a hypocrite as well as an opportunist (if carrots would taste as well as steaks, hey...), or in other words, rather human. Maybe NASA can rescue me.
3. After 9/11, I seriously considered signing up for the military, but quickly reconsidered after remembering I was turned down for the draft in 1993 on medical grounds. I have had minor hearing problems since birth, and am unable to hear much above 10 kHz. For some reason you need better ears to learn to lob grenades than to get a pilot's license, or to play classical guitar at near-conservatory level. Never mind, I've got too much of an authority problem to be a decent soldier anyway.
4. Barring that, I am still considering a stint as a war reporter, and have indeed recently met with a colonel of the Dutch defence academy to get my military knowledge up to speed. The risk of getting killed in a war zone makes the first item on this list even more of a priority, of course. Perhaps it's possible to combine the two - it seems we'll have Space Marines soon!
5. Although I'm apparently not altogether useless at it, I still don't know whether I really want to be a journalist. Sometimes it feels rather cowardly to write about stuff other people do, rather than getting your own butt on the line. However, it seems this sentiment is not unheard of amongst journalists, so perhaps I'm simply fitting in really nicely.