Thursday, January 29, 2009
Memeing with the Oldies
I was once a meme whore but I am significantly recovered. I rarely now, if ever, respond to email- or blog-borne proposals that I engage in some activity that everybody else is doing too for no other reason than that they are doing it. But now I find myself getting four requests that I enmeme myself in a 48 hour period, and that drives me to do the deed myself. With no better justification than that, here’s my twenty-five random things:
I can eat cereal for any meal.
I prefer odd-numbered lists.
I like, when visiting a new town, to sample their cheeseburgers.
I have accessory scaffoid bones in my feet.
I have been in two productions of Woody Allen’s God, and two productions of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.
I don’t twit.
I cherish my public transit commute.
I read signs, directions and labels. For fun.
I love meringue pies but don’t love meringue cookies.
I mutter to myself.
I can make an extensive repertoire of funny noises.
I get a lot out of doing yoga but I eat meat anyway.
I prefer a firm bed.
I use nasal steroids.
I have never met some of my closest friends in person.
I value the spiritual life but don’t do enough to foster it.
I am hypersensitive to the feelings of inanimate objects.
For one afternoon in 1980, I worked for the presidential campaign of John Anderson.
I used to have warts on my hands but I lost the last one while I was in high school.
I have a scar on my right wrist.
I have a tattoo on my left calf.
I passed out while watching Reservoir Dogs, but not at the part you’d probably expect.
My first movie was Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
In my heart I know I’m not good enough, even if you don’t believe me.
Notwithstanding the foregoing, I will still totally kick your ass.
There you go. I hope you feel edified. I have met my on-line obligation and that had better be good enough. (and for extra excitement, you can compare those to my 100 things list on my About page! Man, this internet thing might really be taking off!)
