So while I try to finish the blogpost I started two weeks ago,† please entertain yourselves by playing your own blogs‡ on the Code Organ.§
Brought to you by today's Very Short List. If you don't do VSL, you might consider giving it a shot. Then you, too, could get cool shit like this every day.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): OK, maybe three.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Or those of friends, family, cable channels, government entities...
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): ...speaking of government entities, I believe I'll go play the IRS website. Tax Code Code Organ - it's meta and makes me feel wildly clever.
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Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Contest! Win a Fabulous Prize!
And this isn't like the time I tried to foist my ill-fitting socks on an unsuspecting public.
No, this is a REAL prize. Hand-picked† by yours truly via the good graces of AllModern.com.
Jamie at All Modern contacted me and asked if I'd like to check out their merchandise and maybe pick out a couple of little items to give away here at the Rickety Blog.
Jamie says they love that I'm "Honest, up front and blunt."‡
[SUMMARY: And I quote.]
Is it bad that makes me chuckle just a little evilly?
Anyway, I dutifully went to peruse the websites and spent a fair chunk of free time mentally re-decorating my home.^ There's SO much I liked,% so I'm just going to share that one thing that captured my imagination more than any other:
The whole Vitra store speaks to the sleek, modern side of me.§ And the Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec Collection is like the next logical evolution of Frank Lloyd Wright.
Plus, y'know, it's like LEGOs for grown-ups.¶
You can take thos widgets above and hook them together to make screens like this:
Or maybe like this...
Or maybe in a sleek, skeletal Christmas tree, which can then be covered in tiny knitted sweaters and traveling lights with a blinking, musical angel on top.#
Class through kitsch is one of my favourite emotions.††
[SUMMARY: The self-aware cop to kitsch first.]
So now maybe you're wondering what I have for you, oh my imaginary friends.‡‡
One lucky winner, residing in the US or Canada,§§ will receive these oddly useful things.
The first, a luxury pet dish with a warming function.¶¶ Simply put hot water in the reservoir in the bottom and your Fluffy or Fido can enjoy a home-warmed meal.
Plus, y'know, cute animal print.##
And the other part of our prize package is this sleek, unobtrusive magazine rack. You can put it on the floor, on a side table... and don't even *try* to tell me you don't have a couple dozen knitting/quilting/cooking††† magazines strewn about your living room that could use a little wrangling.
Plus, y'know... shiny.
So here are the rules:
[SUMMARY: There are always rules.]
1) Comment on this post for entry -- BE SURE TO ENTER YOUR EMAIL. If I can't find you, it's going to be hard to shower you with gifts.
2) One entry per person, except in the case where you drive my readership through the roof by mentioning this on your blog or sending other people to me.‡‡‡
SO...
3) You can earn an extra entry by posting a link to this post and putting a link to that link in the comments on this post.§§§
OR...
4) You can earn an extra entry for each person who comments and says you sent them.
A winner will be drawn randomly@ on Wednesday, November 11.¶¶¶
What are you waiting for? Don't you want your kitty to have warm kibble?###
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Srsly. That wee tiny OCD flap in my brain agonised for ages over the perfect, oddly useful goods. I figure everybody can use a nice magazine rack and most of y'all have a pet or two -- or know somebody who does and might appreciate a luxury pet dish. As I mention later in these footnotes, Christmas is right around the corner.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Perhaps they caught my delicate snort at the Neiman Marcus Christmas book bargain offerings.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): And mentally knocking down the neighbour's walls so I have room for all the couches and chairs I want.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): They have pet stuff and kid stuff (ask me how much I love the chalkboard dots) and modern bedding (ask me how much I love the Missoni collection) and accessories and... well, there was a lot to re-decorate with. Is redecorate hyphenated?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which is locked in a lifelong death struggle with the cute animals and things-that-sing-and-light-up-and-are-possibly-covered-in-skulls side of me.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There would never be a better segueway than this one, so I must take this tangent: remember the Frank Lloyd Wright LEGO sets I was lusting after? The first two are released! Just in time for Christmas! OK, one was released in May, but still.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): You can take the girl out of the trailer park...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): All due respect to Truvy Jones.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Even IRL friends can play!
§§FOOTNOTE (smug and twisty): Sorry, Ally. If you wanted to play with the cool kids, you shoulda stayed on the continent. See? "Expatriate" doesn't sound so glamourous now, does it?
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two thumbs sideways!): I'm not making this up.
##FOOTNOTE (zebra crossing): Also available in zebra print!
†††FOOTNOTE (three more crosses to bear): ...fishing/watch-collecting/nudie...
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (how did I get off track?): *snort* I suspect if I were that worried about readership, I would've stopped posting pictures of zombie chickens a long time ago. Hey, Jamie at All Modern was nice enough to say nice things about my rickety little corner of the Innernets, so I'd like to give them as much exposure as possible. It doesn't hurt that they have wonderful things like LEGOs for grown-ups and chalkboard dots either.
§§§FOOTNOTE (triple spin zoom meta!): Oh, baby, that's not just meta... that's meta in the mirror.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Hans will probably be involved.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (three-gun salute to Mom): To commemorate Mom's second birthday; Dad thought it was the 11th the first year they were married, and Mom was in sniffly, silent martyr mode from the 7th -- her actual birthday -- until the 11th when he threw her a surprise party. As punishment, she made us all celebrate on the 7th and the 11th ever after.
###FOOTNOTE (pound pound pound kitty with entitlement issues): Please don't tell Quill (a/k/a Cat for Scale) about this. If he knows there's potential for hot meals, I'll never hear the end of it.
No, this is a REAL prize. Hand-picked† by yours truly via the good graces of AllModern.com.
Jamie at All Modern contacted me and asked if I'd like to check out their merchandise and maybe pick out a couple of little items to give away here at the Rickety Blog.
Jamie says they love that I'm "Honest, up front and blunt."‡
[SUMMARY: And I quote.]
Is it bad that makes me chuckle just a little evilly?
Anyway, I dutifully went to peruse the websites and spent a fair chunk of free time mentally re-decorating my home.^ There's SO much I liked,% so I'm just going to share that one thing that captured my imagination more than any other:
The whole Vitra store speaks to the sleek, modern side of me.§ And the Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec Collection is like the next logical evolution of Frank Lloyd Wright.
Plus, y'know, it's like LEGOs for grown-ups.¶
You can take thos widgets above and hook them together to make screens like this:
Or maybe like this...
Or maybe in a sleek, skeletal Christmas tree, which can then be covered in tiny knitted sweaters and traveling lights with a blinking, musical angel on top.#
Class through kitsch is one of my favourite emotions.††
[SUMMARY: The self-aware cop to kitsch first.]
So now maybe you're wondering what I have for you, oh my imaginary friends.‡‡
One lucky winner, residing in the US or Canada,§§ will receive these oddly useful things.
The first, a luxury pet dish with a warming function.¶¶ Simply put hot water in the reservoir in the bottom and your Fluffy or Fido can enjoy a home-warmed meal.
Plus, y'know, cute animal print.##
And the other part of our prize package is this sleek, unobtrusive magazine rack. You can put it on the floor, on a side table... and don't even *try* to tell me you don't have a couple dozen knitting/quilting/cooking††† magazines strewn about your living room that could use a little wrangling.
Plus, y'know... shiny.
So here are the rules:
[SUMMARY: There are always rules.]
1) Comment on this post for entry -- BE SURE TO ENTER YOUR EMAIL. If I can't find you, it's going to be hard to shower you with gifts.
2) One entry per person, except in the case where you drive my readership through the roof by mentioning this on your blog or sending other people to me.‡‡‡
SO...
3) You can earn an extra entry by posting a link to this post and putting a link to that link in the comments on this post.§§§
OR...
4) You can earn an extra entry for each person who comments and says you sent them.
A winner will be drawn randomly@ on Wednesday, November 11.¶¶¶
What are you waiting for? Don't you want your kitty to have warm kibble?###
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Srsly. That wee tiny OCD flap in my brain agonised for ages over the perfect, oddly useful goods. I figure everybody can use a nice magazine rack and most of y'all have a pet or two -- or know somebody who does and might appreciate a luxury pet dish. As I mention later in these footnotes, Christmas is right around the corner.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Perhaps they caught my delicate snort at the Neiman Marcus Christmas book bargain offerings.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): And mentally knocking down the neighbour's walls so I have room for all the couches and chairs I want.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): They have pet stuff and kid stuff (ask me how much I love the chalkboard dots) and modern bedding (ask me how much I love the Missoni collection) and accessories and... well, there was a lot to re-decorate with. Is redecorate hyphenated?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which is locked in a lifelong death struggle with the cute animals and things-that-sing-and-light-up-and-are-possibly-covered-in-skulls side of me.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There would never be a better segueway than this one, so I must take this tangent: remember the Frank Lloyd Wright LEGO sets I was lusting after? The first two are released! Just in time for Christmas! OK, one was released in May, but still.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): You can take the girl out of the trailer park...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): All due respect to Truvy Jones.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Even IRL friends can play!
§§FOOTNOTE (smug and twisty): Sorry, Ally. If you wanted to play with the cool kids, you shoulda stayed on the continent. See? "Expatriate" doesn't sound so glamourous now, does it?
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two thumbs sideways!): I'm not making this up.
##FOOTNOTE (zebra crossing): Also available in zebra print!
†††FOOTNOTE (three more crosses to bear): ...fishing/watch-collecting/nudie...
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (how did I get off track?): *snort* I suspect if I were that worried about readership, I would've stopped posting pictures of zombie chickens a long time ago. Hey, Jamie at All Modern was nice enough to say nice things about my rickety little corner of the Innernets, so I'd like to give them as much exposure as possible. It doesn't hurt that they have wonderful things like LEGOs for grown-ups and chalkboard dots either.
§§§FOOTNOTE (triple spin zoom meta!): Oh, baby, that's not just meta... that's meta in the mirror.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Hans will probably be involved.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (three-gun salute to Mom): To commemorate Mom's second birthday; Dad thought it was the 11th the first year they were married, and Mom was in sniffly, silent martyr mode from the 7th -- her actual birthday -- until the 11th when he threw her a surprise party. As punishment, she made us all celebrate on the 7th and the 11th ever after.
###FOOTNOTE (pound pound pound kitty with entitlement issues): Please don't tell Quill (a/k/a Cat for Scale) about this. If he knows there's potential for hot meals, I'll never hear the end of it.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Evolution on Easter†
Once upon a time of changing family dynamics,‡ two boys went to the Denver Museum of Nature & Science with their dad, their grandpa and their dear ol' AntiM.
Every exhibit started with a movie.§
In the Space Odyssey, there was a really boring movie with no rockets or asteroid fields or supernovas and some of the grown ups¶ in the group wondered how in the hell the museum planned to keep kids interested.
Fortunately, Dave Cuomo showed up# and saved the day with a reasonably engaging Q&A about what hurricanes and big cities and Dubai look like from space.
Then the happy family went out amongst the displays and interactive educational experiences and played to their collective hearts' content. Tallest Hairiest Nephew liked to push buttons -- any buttons -- and Dr. Doom went to the museum to shoot things.
One toy they all played with was the shooting-metal-balls-into-the-sand thingie.††
A video recorder captured all the scientific action, after which whomever was big enough and strong enough to muscle everybody else away from the controls could watch it backwards and in slow motion.
This is what it looked like when AntiM shot the ball into the sand‡‡:
What scientific lesson was to be learned from this was unclear, but it was button-pushing, shooting-stuff, video-editing fun for the whole family.
Once Space Odyssey ceased to capture the attention of certain short attention spanketeers,§§ they moved on to the Prehistoric Journey, more fondly known as "dinosaurs."
Of course, no self-respecting prehistoric exhibit gives you dinosaurs right off the bat. AntiM and the boys puttered through many dioramas of trilobites and the crinoids and brachiopods they lived and loved with in the Cambrian world.¶¶
They learned one very important thing:
"Well, duh," said AntiM.
"What?" asked Tallest Hairiest Nephew.
"What? Nothing!" said AntiM.
"You said, 'duh.' Duh what?"
"Where's your dad?"##
So they moved on to the dinosaur bone room††† where they were just in time to catch the dinosaur repairman‡‡‡ with that part that was ordered nearly a year ago.§§§
"Yay!" said the intrepid explorers.
They headed to the rock exhibit, where there were no good picutres to be had. Then Dr. Doom announced he was ready to go home.¶¶¶
They lunched on crackers and ham and tiny carrots and Danish puff### and lived happily ever after.
The End
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Am I going to hell for the evolution thing or bridging the worlds of science and theology through my saintly works?
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Understatement of the century.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The dinosaur movie had a narrator with a mild speech impediment. I said, "Mawiage..." and Brother and I giggled madly.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): And I use the term loosely.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): OK, it wasn't actually Dave Cuomo, but it LOOKED like Dave Cuomo, it SOUNDED like Dave Cuomo and it even LAUGHED like Dave Cuomo. I went to college with Dave Cuomo. Turns out Dave Cuomo looks, sounds and laughs a lot like Dustin Hoffman.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I have better pictures, but I like this one because Brother looks like a light bulb.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): That would be a video of a video, which I'm pretty sure is meta.
§§FOOTNOTE (don't get confused): Span-keteer, not spank-eteer. That's a whole other subject, which I'm pretty sure shouldn't involve my five-year-old nephew.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (bunny ears!): My version of the Cambrian world resembles Peyton Place more than the Burgess Shale.
##FOOTNOTE (pounding a dead horse): To Brother: "I get saint points for today, right?"
"I think you get saint points if you actually come back from the dead on Easter."
"Did you *see* me Friday night?"
†††FOOTNOTE (Oh, Golgotha): That would be the room where the dinosaur bones are, rather than the room where dinosaurs go to bone. Though that would be interesting too.
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (wires are crossed): You get an appointment and they say, "Some time between ten am and five pm and you go out real quick to drop the mail off and you come back to a tag flapping on your front door that says, "Sorry we missed you"...
§§§FOOTNOTE (giddy with laughter): I crack me up.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (bunny hops!): Which is a little like pulling the pin from a grenade.
###FOOTNOTE (pounding the pastry): Danish puff is something that Mom used to make almost every Easter. It has almost no sugar, about a pound of butter and enough almond extract to disguise a gallon of cyanide. It's the one thing Brother requested for Easter dinner.
Every exhibit started with a movie.§
In the Space Odyssey, there was a really boring movie with no rockets or asteroid fields or supernovas and some of the grown ups¶ in the group wondered how in the hell the museum planned to keep kids interested.
Fortunately, Dave Cuomo showed up# and saved the day with a reasonably engaging Q&A about what hurricanes and big cities and Dubai look like from space.
Then the happy family went out amongst the displays and interactive educational experiences and played to their collective hearts' content. Tallest Hairiest Nephew liked to push buttons -- any buttons -- and Dr. Doom went to the museum to shoot things.
One toy they all played with was the shooting-metal-balls-into-the-sand thingie.††
A video recorder captured all the scientific action, after which whomever was big enough and strong enough to muscle everybody else away from the controls could watch it backwards and in slow motion.
This is what it looked like when AntiM shot the ball into the sand‡‡:
What scientific lesson was to be learned from this was unclear, but it was button-pushing, shooting-stuff, video-editing fun for the whole family.
Once Space Odyssey ceased to capture the attention of certain short attention spanketeers,§§ they moved on to the Prehistoric Journey, more fondly known as "dinosaurs."
Of course, no self-respecting prehistoric exhibit gives you dinosaurs right off the bat. AntiM and the boys puttered through many dioramas of trilobites and the crinoids and brachiopods they lived and loved with in the Cambrian world.¶¶
They learned one very important thing:
"Well, duh," said AntiM.
"What?" asked Tallest Hairiest Nephew.
"What? Nothing!" said AntiM.
"You said, 'duh.' Duh what?"
"Where's your dad?"##
So they moved on to the dinosaur bone room††† where they were just in time to catch the dinosaur repairman‡‡‡ with that part that was ordered nearly a year ago.§§§
"Yay!" said the intrepid explorers.
They headed to the rock exhibit, where there were no good picutres to be had. Then Dr. Doom announced he was ready to go home.¶¶¶
They lunched on crackers and ham and tiny carrots and Danish puff### and lived happily ever after.
The End
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Am I going to hell for the evolution thing or bridging the worlds of science and theology through my saintly works?
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Understatement of the century.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The dinosaur movie had a narrator with a mild speech impediment. I said, "Mawiage..." and Brother and I giggled madly.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): And I use the term loosely.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): OK, it wasn't actually Dave Cuomo, but it LOOKED like Dave Cuomo, it SOUNDED like Dave Cuomo and it even LAUGHED like Dave Cuomo. I went to college with Dave Cuomo. Turns out Dave Cuomo looks, sounds and laughs a lot like Dustin Hoffman.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I have better pictures, but I like this one because Brother looks like a light bulb.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): That would be a video of a video, which I'm pretty sure is meta.
§§FOOTNOTE (don't get confused): Span-keteer, not spank-eteer. That's a whole other subject, which I'm pretty sure shouldn't involve my five-year-old nephew.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (bunny ears!): My version of the Cambrian world resembles Peyton Place more than the Burgess Shale.
##FOOTNOTE (pounding a dead horse): To Brother: "I get saint points for today, right?"
"I think you get saint points if you actually come back from the dead on Easter."
"Did you *see* me Friday night?"
†††FOOTNOTE (Oh, Golgotha): That would be the room where the dinosaur bones are, rather than the room where dinosaurs go to bone. Though that would be interesting too.
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (wires are crossed): You get an appointment and they say, "Some time between ten am and five pm and you go out real quick to drop the mail off and you come back to a tag flapping on your front door that says, "Sorry we missed you"...
§§§FOOTNOTE (giddy with laughter): I crack me up.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (bunny hops!): Which is a little like pulling the pin from a grenade.
###FOOTNOTE (pounding the pastry): Danish puff is something that Mom used to make almost every Easter. It has almost no sugar, about a pound of butter and enough almond extract to disguise a gallon of cyanide. It's the one thing Brother requested for Easter dinner.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Also?
I've found a new avocation: Twitter Gangster.†
Thanks to Kathryn in Nathan's comments,% I want to embody the pure essence of Twitter femininity.
The critics rave‡:
"...any more "callings" and you might have to up the meds."§
Nathan Branch
"Yeah. You need another hobby."¶
Brother
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I'm pretty sure it will hardly interfere with my knitting at all.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Not to be confused with Kathryn from my comments, who makes skull plates and works in the tea mines alongside her brave husband and whom I used to call Sister Katrina in high school when she still had a crush on Boy George.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And rant. And shake their heads.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Lent is almost over and this is what Grey Goose is for.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): He was talking about something else, but I'm pretty sure he'd say the same thing now. Is it really quoting out of context if you apply the quote correctly elsewhere?
Thanks to Kathryn in Nathan's comments,% I want to embody the pure essence of Twitter femininity.
The critics rave‡:
"...any more "callings" and you might have to up the meds."§
Nathan Branch
"Yeah. You need another hobby."¶
Brother
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I'm pretty sure it will hardly interfere with my knitting at all.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Not to be confused with Kathryn from my comments, who makes skull plates and works in the tea mines alongside her brave husband and whom I used to call Sister Katrina in high school when she still had a crush on Boy George.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And rant. And shake their heads.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Lent is almost over and this is what Grey Goose is for.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): He was talking about something else, but I'm pretty sure he'd say the same thing now. Is it really quoting out of context if you apply the quote correctly elsewhere?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Dear Friends and Family,
Nathan Branch just tweeted, and I quote: "I out-meta'd Marin! I took a screenshot of a twitter and posted it on my blog. Top that, AntiM!"
I am a danger to myself and possibly others† when double-dog dared, so I give you the uber-meta Marin challenge winner:
I tweeted from my cell phone, then took a picture of the Twitter feed on my blog with said cell phone, sent it to my online album and posted it back here on the blog.
How much more meta can you get than that?‡
Nathan, you have been served. And I believe the word you were looking for in relation to my big brass balls? Classic. Or maybe epic... yeah, epic should cover it.§
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I'm not as smart as I look. This is *really* saying something.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): None. None more meta!
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The trash-talking is beyond my wildest dreams. This *must* be what it feels like to have a penis.
I am a danger to myself and possibly others† when double-dog dared, so I give you the uber-meta Marin challenge winner:
I tweeted from my cell phone, then took a picture of the Twitter feed on my blog with said cell phone, sent it to my online album and posted it back here on the blog.
How much more meta can you get than that?‡
Nathan, you have been served. And I believe the word you were looking for in relation to my big brass balls? Classic. Or maybe epic... yeah, epic should cover it.§
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I'm not as smart as I look. This is *really* saying something.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): None. None more meta!
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The trash-talking is beyond my wildest dreams. This *must* be what it feels like to have a penis.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
How Meta
So last night I dreamed I was blogging† about blogging and I kept getting interrupted as I went to gather links and there was this one link I kept thinking I got,‡ only when I went to click "publish post" I hadn't ever got that one particular link and I'd start to Google for the right link and someone would come in the office and I'd miss again and it happened so many times I started to footnote§ it to tell the story of how many times I'd *nearly* found the link and I woke up and I started thinking about blogging about blogging about blogging in my sleep and now here I am, blogging it all and it's kinda like standing between two parallel mirrors.¶
[SUMMARY: Blogging is a verb.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Usually when I get to this point with work, I threaten to get a job at McDonald's.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I think it was to a blog.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Those who can't blog, footnote.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): And I fear that between Facebook and Twitter and blogging about dreaming about blogging about blogging I may find that tiny loose end in the space-time continuum and inexorably tug on it and unravel the whole thing.
[SUMMARY: Blogging is a verb.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Usually when I get to this point with work, I threaten to get a job at McDonald's.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I think it was to a blog.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Those who can't blog, footnote.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): And I fear that between Facebook and Twitter and blogging about dreaming about blogging about blogging I may find that tiny loose end in the space-time continuum and inexorably tug on it and unravel the whole thing.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Meme Me
TTHFCIF
Yvette tagged me! Yay, Yvette! Now I don't hardly have to think at all!† And I get to talk about myself! It's totally meta!
The Rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non-important‡ things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
The list:
So now it's your turn, Stacey, Kim, Kelly, Sarah, Angelique and eca. Y'all deserve a moment of structured fun.
Besides, eca thinks she needs something to talk about. ;)
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I hear you out there. I do so think other days. I even occasionally do research. Stop snickering.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): *snarf* If you'd asked for six important things, I'd be hard pressed to come up with that many. The biggest problem here is narrowing the field of non-important.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Mmmmmm... dessert. Welcome to Day Five Without Cookies.
ETA #6: as Kelly pointed out, I may have learned to count to four, but I still can't get to six. When she said that, I went back and counted my memettes over and over and over (Stacey = 1, Kim = 2, Kelly = 3... what the hell is she talking about?) before I realised I'd only listed five things in the meme list.
I are a dork.
Yvette tagged me! Yay, Yvette! Now I don't hardly have to think at all!† And I get to talk about myself! It's totally meta!
The Rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non-important‡ things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
The list:
- I take my coffee with whitener. I don't need cream or milk, just as long as it's whitened a little. Though sometimes I like it black if I'm having it with a creamy dessert.§ My dad has stopped trying to figure out when or why coffee whitener.
- During a thunderstorm once upon a time, a car alarm across the street went off for about six hours. Apparently the owner was out of town. It was one of those alarms that changes voices throughout the alarm process. Now when I hear that brand of alarm go off, I sing along 'cause I know all the words.
- When I hit the road, I generally get in the lane I want to be in and stay there. If I have to switch lanes somewhere along the line, I get into my ultimate lane as soon as I can. Some people do this for defensive driving reasons and that's why I *say* I do it, but I really do it because I feel secretly smug about knowing the route so well that I know which lanes end or turn into turn lanes or whatever.
- I know exactly how I'm going to handle my Powerball winnings.
- I sometimes miss my apartment-dwelling, poverty-laden days right out of college. There was something challenging about it and I really bonded with all my friends who were in the same boat.
- I have the same birthday as H. Ross Perot, Helen Keller and Captain Kangaroo.
So now it's your turn, Stacey, Kim, Kelly, Sarah, Angelique and eca. Y'all deserve a moment of structured fun.
Besides, eca thinks she needs something to talk about. ;)
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I hear you out there. I do so think other days. I even occasionally do research. Stop snickering.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): *snarf* If you'd asked for six important things, I'd be hard pressed to come up with that many. The biggest problem here is narrowing the field of non-important.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Mmmmmm... dessert. Welcome to Day Five Without Cookies.
ETA #6: as Kelly pointed out, I may have learned to count to four, but I still can't get to six. When she said that, I went back and counted my memettes over and over and over (Stacey = 1, Kim = 2, Kelly = 3... what the hell is she talking about?) before I realised I'd only listed five things in the meme list.
I are a dork.
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