. . . like a polar bear or a subway car. There you are minding your own business and someone comes up and dope slaps you on the back of the head and runs away leaving you standing there wondering what the deuce goes on?
Aurora Fox (Foxy Art Studio) left a comment on my last post telling me that I am now obliged to sharing six random things about myself and then go tag six other unsuspecting bloggers with this happy horseshit. If you ask me it’s just a blogger’s version of a Ponzi scheme. Whomever thought this up was probably bored with their own navel gazing and decided to provoke others. Not thinking that that expending six random things on one post will deprive most of us of five other posts we might have invented. God knows we are always short for insanely personal things to blog about.
Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person or persons who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
1. I can cook. No, I mean REALLY cook, like cook without recipes when company’s coming cook; the bastard child of Julia Child and Graham Kerr. I had to teach myself in self defense as there was never a back of the box recipe my mother didn’t like. BTW Chefs are the guys who will use twelve pounds of food to make a single entree. Cooks will use 12 pounds to feed 4 people for a week and a half.
2. I have been an atheist since I was eight – when I noticed what some people called miracles, others called science fiction. And you have NO idea how much it tickles me to say that – I don’t know why it took me 30 years to come out of the closet. The more I say it out loud the more the world finally makes sense to me.
4. I didn’t finish college; I simply ran out of juice. My mother had a nervous attack at the thought of me going away to college. So, I was dealing with her, working part time and commuting over an hour to college every day. She would insist I got up before 7, regardless of what time I got home, sometimes in the wee hours. So I would drive to school and sleep in my car. After three years I had to drop out and go to work full time.
5. My dvds are in order by release year.
6. I can’t draw, well not in any creative way. Give me a pencil and a t-square and I can design a house, but if you give me a box of crayons I can’t draw one. I don’t know what that means. Sometimes I sit there with 40 colored markers and a big fat white notebook and stare at it for like twenty minutes before I give up.
Chris Lowenstein @ Book Hunter’s Holiday
William Smith @ Hang Fire Books
Ira Joel Haber @ Cinemagebooks
Jerry Bilek @ MonekyreadBlog
Jeremy Dibbell @ philobiblos
Lynn Deweese-Parkinson @ Tijuana Bible
Sorry guys, it’s one of the rules