Taralyn tagged me. I don't even know what the heck that means. And she forgot to say 'No tag backs' so at first I decided to tag her back and avoid this whole mess. Then I remembered that I hadn't posted anything in over a week. Partly because I've been busy, partly because there has been a dearth of both humorous and exaggeratable episodes in my life. I realized that if I didn't post something soon, I would be in danger of losing my only meaningful connection to other people's lifeless computers. So, in the absence of anything interesting to write about, I'll tell you seven things about myself.
1. The great dramatists of this century could learn a thing or two from me. Like how to roll their Rs to give emphasis and punctuation to a soliloquy. I am also a certified expert in how to wear tights so they neither pinch the boys nor ride the back range.
2. It's hard for me to find the right thing to say in a room full of mice. Also, I would never shake hands with a gardener. Also, my eyes are always cold. Also, my mother's uncle was a good man.
3. I once ate an entire bag of Doritos in one half of a sitting (I finished half way through my sitting spell). Not a big family size bag, a little individual serving size bag. But after I was done, I wished I had one of the big family size bags because I was still hungry. [Remember, Snack Strong because the Japanese are preparing for a Snacking Invasion, replete with painful SnackTactics, as evidenced by the genuine Doritos package to the right.]
4. I like to let my toenails grow out long. And I mean frito lay long. Alice, in her ever charming way of transmogrifying words, disgustedly calls them my 'talians. I always tell her that Italians are usually much hairier and better lovers than my toenails have proved to be in the past. Alice always retorts with 'That's debatable'. I'm never sure if the point of debate is the hirsute Italian stereotype or my toenails' clean-shaven prowess.
5. I have an addictive personality. That does not mean people become addicted to my personality and must have regular contact with me 'just to feel normal anymore'. It means that I become easily addicted to things. Past addictions include TV, MarioKart 64, Halo, poker (yes I know gambling is a sin, and I've since repented and never returned), surfing for surfboards online (genius integration of both kinds of surf in one phrase), downloading audiobooks, blogging, and my continuing and all-time favorite addiction, Alice. This week's secondary addiction is Volvos. Used Volvo 7 passenger wagons with the third row seat that faces backwards, to be more exact. So in conclusion, don't ever offer me heroine unless you're my mortal enemy out to destroy me. (Little does my mortal enemy know I'm about to commence a regimented program to slowly build up my tolerance to heroine over the next seven years. Wish me luck.)
[Charlie so graciously pointed out that I 'mispelled' heroin. I would thank him and correct the error if that were in fact the case. However, I was speaking about the mythical woman variety of the homonym, and not the beloved mind altering substance of crooner Lou Reed. I just can't say 'no' to buxom women central to their time period, thus the necessity to build up a tolerance. Thanks anyway, Charlie.]
6. I used to harbor great disdain for pop culture (i.e. popular music, fashion, and, of course, POGS), just so I could feel superior. I'm not proud of my one time snobbishness and I believe I have overcome this character flaw, although I still find most radio music nauseating. I've learned to like what I like, no matter how many other people like it. Sometimes even the Lone Wolf will walk alongside the sheep on his journey to the distant mountains. Dang it! There I go again feeling superior.
7. I've always wanted to undergo a painful operation of some kind without anesthesia, and then subsequently have my memory of the event wiped by either drugs or hypnosis. I've also wondered what it would be like to come down with lockjaw. Come to think of it, I've also always wanted to have a large boil somewhere easily accessible but not embarrassing, like my knee. Do these things point to a masochistic streak? I don't think so. I'm typically very wimpy. Just medically curious.
Bonus Fact: I once, by gentle persuasion and love unfeigned, convinced a shy Subway sandwich artist to place live gold fish on my veggie delight sandwich, after having her stab them with the mayonnaise knife to try and curtail some of the flipping and flopping. I then proceeded to eat half of said sandwich in front of the gawking customers and subordinate restaurateurs. I hope God doesn't use goldfish as character witnesses on judgment day.
That's it folks. All you ever wanted to know about me, and a whole lot you didn't. This post was not as cathartic as I had anticipated. In fact, it was down right depressing. I think I will take solace in a half gallon of double chocolate chunk ice cream and a box of Kleenex with Aloe when I get home. I am not completely heartless, therefore I will not perpetuate the pain and suffering by tagging anyone else.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I've lost all will to blog.
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11 Helens agree.
"....don't ever offer me heroine unless you're my mortal enemy out to destroy me."
heroine
Pronunciation:
\ˈher-ə-wən, ˈhir-, ˈhe-rə-\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
Latin heroina, from Greek hērōinē, feminine of hērōs
Date:
1609
1 a: a mythological or legendary woman having the qualities of a hero b: a woman admired and emulated for her achievements and qualities2 a: the principal female character in a literary or dramatic work b: the central female figure in an event or period.
I'm pretty sure that's not what Lou Reed was singing about..
I'm jus' sayin'
you look like the guy in The Village who is always in the gaurd tower. Zack agrees with me, blad head and pouty lips... that's you.
I don't remember the guy in the guard tower. I only remember an Indian, a cop, a construction worker, and a super gay leather guy in the Village people. If I had to choose which one I would be...nope, can't do it. I think I'd shoot myself first. But Zack would definitely be the Leather Guy and Henri would MOST definitely be the Indian.
okay about the volvos with the 3rd row backward seat--do they still make them? or do they only have used?
Oh, they definitely still make them. But I could never afford a new Volvo so I was sifting through the bottom of the used Volvo pile for anything under $1000. I'm still looking.
"Charlie so graciously pointed out that I 'mispelled' heroin."
You misspelled "misspelled."
Jus' sayin'
The irony could choke a Clydesdale. I give up. You definitely win! Remind me to hire you as my editor if that post-modern historical fiction book deal ever comes through.
Correction to the Volvo comment: Apparently they are phasing out the 3rd row seats. So if you're super hot for them like I am and you can afford a new Volvo, snatch one o' dem babies up quick.
Thanks for indulging me. I was a bit let down by the absence of any reply, but was excited to see you couldn't resist the 7 random things. That's the beauty of random. If it had been one of those chain letter questionaires forget it.
I'm actually looking at the Volvo C30. Have you seen them? It's a little 2-door hatchback, similar to to the VW GTI. For a new car, they're not terribly expensive. The base price is around $22k. It's a neat car for the money too: 225hp turbocharged 5cyl and nice handling, plus they're somewhat rare. You'll have the only one on your block. Take a look if you haven't seen one.
Please don't lose your will to blog. You're what keeps me blogging! Also, could you please give me some good ideas for Thanksgiving dinner. It is being hosted at our place this year :) How about a blog on that.
Go ahead. It's only 2¢.