BaxterKnits tagged me with this meme! I have never been tagged before. I am
a meme virgin. I feel like the nerd at the prom who finally got asked to dance, and not by the geekiest boy in school either,
but by a really cool person! (Okay, that sounded a little weird. Sorry!)
Here are the rules:
* Answer at least three of the questions. Yes, I know a few look time-consuming and there are several of them. That’s
why I only ask for three. See? I’m nice!
* Post them and the rules on your blog, and please link back to me here. Pretty please?
* Comment here** telling me and the rest of our little party where you’re at and link to yourself. That’s all!
* Oh yeah, don’t forget to tag others!
What’s the last book you read that you thought was really super, inspiring, you’d recommend it to most anyone?
I love alternative history. The works of Harry Turtledove. Orson Scott Card’s Empire. But it all started with Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Great
escapist “What if?” stories that draw you completely into their reality.
What food totally grosses you out, you’d never be able to touch it? Ew. Gag. *hurl*
Eel. Snake. If it looks like a worm, I ain’t touching it.
Did you ever watch a scary movie that frightened you so much you were afraid of the dark afterward? I mean
like you’re lying in bed trying to sleep, but you have to pee, but you’re scared to get up. It doesn’t have to be recently;
could be when you were a kid. So what movie was it?
Not a movie, but a book did that. In short: Never ever try to read The Amityville Horror when you are fourteen
and babysitting in a converted cheese factory in the middle of the Wisconsin countryside.
Is there a song that makes you dance every time you hear it? Would you tap your feet and sing along to it in
Right now it is Amii Stewart's disco hit "Knock on Wood", but I have about 165 more songs downloaded to my MP3
player, including “Lady Marmalade” (the “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi” song. I think they use the formal/plural form “vous”
because “Veux-tu coucher avec moi” has a crappy meter, plus it sounds like a sneeze – vuh-chew coo-shay?), um, where was I
now? Oh, yeah, well, I’ll admit I was singing and dancing (full Travolta moves and all) along to the BeeGee’s “Stayin’ Alive”
at work yesterday. Yeah, at work. Don’t worry; my boss wasn’t there, and the rest
of them already knew I was weird.
Tattoos: yes or no? Do you have any? Tell us! Do you think they’re gross? TELL US!
As for body art, I remain a blank canvas. I did get a temporary (airbrushed) skull and crossbones one at a company
picnic two years ago. I think that started everyone realizing that I was weird.
When’s the last time you laughed so hard your ribs ached and/or you nearly peed yourself? What made you do
I love cathartic laughter like that. Last weekend I was reading a thread on
Ravelry called “harrassturbating”; the story that set me off was posted by Jessi, who said: Then there was the time
we were on a trip and stopped at a rest stop. My hubby took the boy to go pee. In the next stall went a very large biker who
proceeded to have a very noisy bathroom experience. The boy then exclaims “What was that??!?” The biker says “It was a mouse
on a motorcycle; didn’t you see it?” Boy looks around for a minute then says “No, it wasn’t….. it was your butt!”
Draw or doodle a picture of your pet(s) and post it if possible. Nothing fancy, don’t be shy!
My parents have a wiener dog. That is as close to a pet as I have, unless you count the fuzzy things in the back of
our refrigerator. And you don't want to see a picture of that.
Go through a stack or box of your old music. Stuff that you may not have heard in years. Pick one and tell
us about it. Is it as good (or as bad) as you remembered?
See above re: MP3 player. I have downloaded songs from CDs called “Monster 80s”, “Pure Disco”, and “New Millennium
Funk Party”. If you let them marinate long enough, even songs like ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” are palatable again.
Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal? We won’t laugh!
Not enough room in the bed for one. And it would probably hog what covers Dear Jay leaves for me.
Well, there you have it. The first official mouseymeme. Now, who to tag? I lurk way too much on other people’s blogs,
and really I don’t think that many people read
this thing mine. How about YarnThrower, Chris, and AlisonH?
** p.s. I don’t have comments turned on because the spam filters are non-existent. So email me at the contact addy
instead, and I’ll post the links in the future.