Eight Random Facts Meme (yes, I’m actually doing a meme)
Been tagged by Witchy Woo, and since I’m too damn lazy to flesh out the dozen or so substantive posts I’ve got vaguely stewing, I’ll do this instead. Thanks for the save, Witchy!
This is tricky because every time I think of some reasonably interesting fact to share about myself, I realize that it could serve as a clue to my Real Identity, and we certainly wouldn’t want that, would we?
Here goes:
1. I love to draw.
2. I have consulted the I Ching and acted on its advice. Yes.
3. I am old enough to remember when the Post Office had a picture of President Lyndon B. Johnson on the wall.
4. I have experienced several incidents in my life that make it difficult for me to completely discount the possibility of ESP, despite my highly rational leanings and education.
5. I starred in a horror film.
6. I have a dressmaker mannequin with adjustable sizing.
7. I believe I may have suffered slight brain damage at the age of 11 or 12 as a result of a high fever (I don’t remember the year of my illness exactly). After recovering from the very high fever, I had lost the ability to manipulate a knife and fork and had to re-learn table manners. I also had to re-learn how to write, and my grip on a pen has been awkward ever since, so much so that people at first think I am left-handed (although I am right-handed). I also, since that fever, have had a tendency to reverse left and right when speaking or giving directions.
8. I absolutely love, love, love dogs.
Okay: tagging Ann at Feminist Law Professors, FlawedPlan at Writhe Safely, Laurelin at Laurelin in the rain, Kaitlyn at Oh Monkey Trumpets, Simply Wondered (Richard) at there’s a place for us, Ginmar at A View From A Broad, ae at arse poetica, and you — anybody out there who feels like chiming in. Why the hell not? It’s 400 degrees and the humidity’s 27,000%. We’re not gonna change the world in this kind of weather.
9 Responses to “Eight Random Facts Meme (yes, I’m actually doing a meme)”
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Infidel says:
Cool, cooooool, a wind rushing over the tundra at a hundred miles an hour wafting up in the air, essence of caribooo shit and a hint of spilled oil cold, breeze breeeeeeze. Iceburgs sloughing off calving splash tides, a hundred tons of displaced almost ice water splooshed at twenty below all crashing the shores of your skin chilling to the bone, goose pimples and shivery spine brrrrrrrrrrrrr. ahhhhhh!
July 30th, 2007 at 9:10 pm EST -
Violet says:
I want to move to Greenland.
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ginmar says:
Oh, yeah?
1. I was born three months early. I weighed one pound, eleven ounces. I weighed five pounds at the age of six months, when I was finally released from the hospital.
2. I know how to knit, sew, embroider, and darn. I sew my own buttons and hems and things like that by hand, with a needle and thread. I have a gold thimble and silver scissors.
3. My entire family was once hospitalized in a sanitarium with tuberculosis.
4. I went to the Royal Winnipeg Ballet school where I discovered the practice of gravy on mashed potatoes, OMG.
5. I’ve climbed a volcano. Note: do not attempt this after a wine-tasting.
6. If I can just get from Seoul to Istanbul, I will have circumnavigated the globe.
7. I used to want to be a jockey when I was a little girl.
8. My mom used to call me “Nature Girl” when I was little because I was so in love with the outdoors and animals.
You’re evil.
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Violet says:
I weighed one pound, eleven ounces.
Are you kidding me? That’s what my puppy weighed when I brought her home, and she was so tiny my mother said “I hope the breeder gave you a discount!”
Congratulations on surviving. Seriously, you’re like a living miracle or something.
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ginmar says:
I was the smallest baby ever born in that town that lived. I was born in October, expected in January, and left the hospital in March—at five or six pounds. My dad could hold me in once hand. My handprint was the size of his thumb nail.
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simply wondered says:
my meme has been memed…still don’t know how a meme is defined.
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v says:
re “5. I starred in a horror film.”.
That is so cool.
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Jodie says:
I can’t tell the difference between left and right although I am right handed. Neither can my brother or sister. We call it “directional dyslexia”.
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Violet says:
Directional dyslexia — yes, good name.
In my case I have no idea I’m doing anything wrong. I’ve been known to point vigorously to my left while saying “go right! go right!” And I don’t know I’m saying the wrong thing.
