Thursday, June 02, 2011

Lunchmeat that isn't, a scatological zebra joke, and khaki pants: This post has EVERYTHING. (Thinking The Lions.)

So... I won an award, and also I got tagged, and those two things will serve to distract me from the work I'm supposed to be doing, and also to distract me from the burning question of whether I made the right decision on going with khaki (or "tan", as they used to say in the olden days before The Gap existed) pants and my apparently-it's-kind-of-greyish Hawaiian shirt...

... which I'm increasingly thinking I did not do; I think that my original idea of black pants and shirt was a better one, but it looked wrong in the dim light in my bedroom as I got ready for work, so I went with khaki, but now that looks wrong and it's making me self-conscious.

Nobody's said anything about it yet, but maybe everyone's just being polite?

I won an award from Michael Offutt, who writes the SLC Kismet blog, and I got tagged by Rogue Mutt, who writes great novels and also writes "Every Other Writer Has A Blog... Why Can't I?"... and it made me think:

Why do we do these things?

Is there anything less interesting for you to read than a post about what I think about other bloggers thinking about me? Nobody ever wants to read a chain letter, do they? They just want to think about how exciting it'll be when someone breaks the chain and ends dying in a horrible accident and then is reincarnated as Lauren Conrad, which is (as it turns out) kind of the premise of a movie I just now came up with, a sequel to Being John Malkovich, called John Malkovich Being... in which John Malkovich repeatedly dies and is reincarnated as other famous people, which, to be honest, would probably be more entertaining than my responding to the awards and tagging, but I'll do my best.

The Award, from Michael, requires that I thank him:




I don't know who those guys are
. I got that from some free GIF site and now probably have a billion viruses on my work computer, so lucky thing I'm taking tomorrow off.

I'm supposed to list seven random facts about me, then, which is kind of the whole point of this blog, in case you haven't noticed; the past five years or so of entries are nothing but random facts about me, and now I have to come up with seven more random facts about me?

Luckily for you, I am an endless fountain of random facts; random facts are my dark matter, except that random facts exist whereas dark matter is simply a notion made up by astrophysicists so that they can take Fridays off. Which isn't fair; if they wanted Fridays off, they should have become lawyers, like I did.

Here are the random facts about me:

1. My lunch today consisted of a Snickers' bar I ate at 12:50 p.m., and a grilled lunchmeat-and-cheese sandwich I ate while reading Rogue Mutt's blog.

2. I say lunchmeat because that's actually what it's called. I buy it at the grocery store in the same section as the bologna; the maker of the sandwich meats I buy makes exactly two meats, bologna, and lunchmeat, and the label actually says "lunchmeat." I buy both, but I like the lunchmeat better.

3. Lunchmeat will set you back about seventy-nine cents for nearly a pound of it. You can eat cheaply if you don't mind that what you're eating is made up of things that were not good enough to get included in generic bologna.

4. I do not tell my cardiologist that I eat lunchmeat. I like to think it's a little surprise for her, like a contribution to her retirement fund.

5. Apropos of nothing, I will now switch the topic to the fact that earlier today, I tried to search for a website called Wisbar, but I mistyped it, and instead typed Wisbarf, and Google, smart thing that it is, showed me results for Wisbar, but asked me if I actually meant to search for Wisbarf, and I said no, but now I'm kind of regretting that and wishing I had searched for Wisbarf, because that's kind of a funny word.

6. How many people reading this wanted, now, to go search for Wisbarf just to see what comes up?

7. Don't bother. It's disappointing. But if my name was John Wisbarf, I probably would laugh everytime someone called me.

Then I'm supposed to pass this on to three other bloggers, but I'm not going to say who those other bloggers are just yet, because at the same time, I'm also "tagged" and that means that by Rogue Mutt's rules I've got to answer a series of questions, but before I answer that series of questions, I am going to ask you four questions and see how you answer them, and this is a real thing, so please do this:

1. Name your favorite song.
2. Name a song you think is romantic.
3. Name a song you would recommend someone listen to.
4. Now name your second-favorite song.

Have you done that? Are they written down, so that you can't cheat? Then here is your key to this personality quiz:

1. This tells how you feel about yourself.
2. This song tells how you feel about a person you secretly have a crush on.
3. This song tells how you feel about the person you are in a relationship with.
4. This song tells how you think other people view you.

Are you amazed at what you learned about yourself? Me, too.

My answers, for the record, were:

1. Paradise by the Dashboard Lights.
2. I did not answer this one, as I am in love with Sweetie.
3. True Companion, by Marc Cohn.
4. I did not answer this one, as I am in love with Sweetie and don't care how you view me.

Of course, I knew how to interpret the answers before I answered them, so there may be some testing bias.

On to Rogue's questions!

1. Do you think you're hawt?

I do. I really do. I try to ignore what I see in the mirror because my mental image of myself is smoking. If Sweetie could be married to me the way I picture myself, she would be a very lucky lady indeed. As it is, she's more or less breaking even.

2. Upload a picture or wallpaper that you are using at the moment.


On my phone, I have Mr Bunches' surprise! (You've seen it here.) My work computer has a picture of Mr Bunches and Mr F walking on the nature trail, but I'm too lazy to figure out how to upload it.

Moving on.

3. When was the last time you ate chicken?


I'm going to assume that some percentage of lunchmeat includes some portion of a chicken; how could it not? So about 30 minutes ago.

And -- I'm not proud of this -- the other night I had one chicken nugget from the refrigerator. I ate that about 10 p.m. to balance out the three mini Snickers bars I'd just eaten.

I'd eaten the three mini Snickers bars because they were there, which requires a little explanation: Sweetie had bought the Snickers bars, and I had brought three of them up to her in our bedroom, which I thought would help cheer her up, but she declined to eat them and instead stayed mad and watched Law & Order, and then fell asleep, and I read for a while, and then I ate the Snickers' bars, and then I was still hungry, and so I went downstairs and was going to have some of the leftover chicken nuggets, but after eating one I thought Is this really something I should be doing? and instead went up to bed and fell asleep.

In that respect, the entire episode was a triumph of willpower.

Sweetie, by the way, was mad about Oldest and/or Middle stealing a tank top from her closet. They won't confess to doing that, but she's got them dead to rights, and tonight, when we go help Middle settle into her new apartment, Sweetie is secretly going to be looking for the tank top, and I'd hate to be Middle if she finds it there, because Sweetie can hold a grudge like nobody's business.

4. What are the songs you've listened to recently?

Not Paradise by the Dashboard Lights, weirdly enough. That is an awesome song.

I've been listening, when I listen to music, mainly to Slow Club's album Yeah, So. I think the last time I liked an album that much was Paul Simon's Graceland, so it's been a long time coming.

Sometimes, when I listen to the upbeat songs on the album, I also dance with Mr F, who doesn't so much "dance" as "make me twirl him around by the arms," which is tough to do because he's getting heavier, and he never wants to quit. The other night, I spent about 30 minutes spinning him around and around, because I started it and he wouldn't quit; he kept telling me he wanted to do more, saying "I want," which he does by tapping his chest and saying "Bo bo."

I used to not know what that meant, but Sweetie explained it to me, and now I have no excuse for not spinning him again when he taps his chest and says "Bo bo," or, rather, I have
one excuse, but at four years' old he does not understand "I have to stop because I'm going to have a stroke," and so I keep going until he gets bored, which is never.

In that respect, too, I pretty much figure I worked off the three Snickers bars.

5. What were you thinking as you were writing this?

I think it's pretty obvious that I put zero thought into any of my posts. If not a little bit less.

6. Do you have nicknames?

For who?

Ha! See how I turned that around? That question seemed straightforward until you read my answer, didn't it? I'm kinda smart that way.

I have no nicknames at present. When I was little, I had a nickname, but I talked about that here and shant retell the story at this point.

I have nicknames for Mr Bunches and Mr F -- those aren't the names I call them in real life, after all. I call them by their real nicknames, and I call them by nicknames for their nicknames, too, mostly on a rotating basis. Lately, I've been calling them Huggle and Buggle. "Come here, Huggle," I'll say to one (it doesn't matter which; these aren't official designations.)

Once, I spent a whole day calling them Mr Pumpkin and Mr Pretzel, for no reason beyond the fact that it sounded good when I made those names into a song.

Sometimes I also call them pumpkins because pumpkins is a nice squishy word to call someone; it sounds like what a stuffed animal would sound like if a stuffed animal wasn't a stuffed animal at all but was a word.

7. Top eight blogger friends who shall be tagged by this:

I'm going to cheat and say that three of these people are also the three who get the SLC Kismet-spawned award. If you're one of these eight, you can just say you won the award, too. It doesn't matter if all of you claim it, in fact. Who's going to double-check?

1. Helle Tumbridge.

2. Read.Dance.Bliss.

3. Anna.

4. Abbie.


5. Scott Dunlop

6. Lisa Pepin.


7. Anna's other blog.

8. Dorothy H.

I didn't name Rogue and Michael because they've already gotten a lot of ink in this post, and Michael even got some sort of Korean boy-band thank you, so don't get all out of joint about it, guys.

8. Who’s listed as number one:

Helle Tunbridge. I don't even know how I found her blog, but it has a great entry about eating mollusks. Far more entertaining than that sounds. And with pictures!

9. Say something about number five:


He's a dad. I think. He used to write one blog, and now he's writing another. He writes short, pithy entries and is very funny, and I also think he wrote a book, or part of a book. That is, by my count, five, or maybe six, somethings.

10. How did you get to know number three?

Either she commented on here, or somewhere else, or else she followed me on Twitter, or I followed her. I don't know how I find websites. I know that she's a good reporter, and also I need friends in the media in case someday I run for President. She could ride on my bus as we go visit Donald Trump.

11. How about number four?

Again, I'm pretty sure she left a comment here or something. Zaphod's just this guy, you know?

12. Leave a message for number six.

Did you get the reference to Zaphod?

13. Do number seven and number eight have similarities?


Really, who's still reading this? Even I'm not paying attention, anymore. This is like that terrible quiz you have to take to get the free offers when you click on the link in the email that says you can make $500 simply by taking a short quiz, only the quiz never ends and suddenly your bank account is cleaned out.

Don't ask me how I know.

14. Why does number five's blog interest you?

Because he's from South Africa and has all kinds of exotic animals walking through his yard, which I think would be cool, except that if you are constantly seeing zebras walking through your yard, after a while, it's probably not all that amazing or exotic anymore, it's just commonplace, like this:

Day One: Wow! Honey! Look, a zebra is walking through our yard!

Day Seven: Hmm... There's that zebra again.

Day Twenty-Three: I'd like to go mow the lawn, but I'm not sure if zebras are carnivorous, and he's out there again.

Day Fifty-Seven: #$#*%^#&% Zebra, pooping all over my yard.

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In closing, I will leave you with this actual photograph of an actual portion of me in which you can see my actual shirt and actual pants. You tell me: Should I have gone with the black? Or was "khaki" okay?








4 comments:

Rogue Mutt said...

I think the khaki is OK with that shirt. It's the tropical island look where people wear lightweight suits that are whitish colored, sometimes with a dark suit. At least they do sometimes in movies; I've never been to the tropics.

"True Companion" is a great song. I thought of asking them to play it at my brother's wedding but then I was glad they didn't because they got divorced 5 years later, so better I don't associate the song with that.

For the song thing, can I use all Journey songs?

1. Don't Stop Believin'
2. Open Arms
3. Only the Young
4. Faithfully

BTW, I don't think I'd want to try that "lunchmeat." It reminds me of how in the grocery store they used to have an aisle full of generic items in white boxes with black labels. On the boxes would be disclaimers like, "Color and texture may vary" so we'd imagine crackers with fuzzy green mold on them and so forth.

And yeah I think this tagging stuff is pretty dumb, but I was bored so what the hell.

Anonymous said...

It's just chain letter stuff (the tagging and the award) but I didn't have anything to write today :/ Some days are just kinda dry so it's nice to have to not really think about what you want to blog about.

Squidsquirts said...

I'd like to thank the guy who used to wear rainbow suspenders on that show I watched as a kid. If it hadn't been for his tireless chats with that giant bear, I would never have learned to write. There were times when it was touch and go, but it finally did sink in that a b is like a d only backwards.
My blog is on life-support- but I may get to the response post soon. Thanks for the tag and kind words :)

anna. said...

hah this is hilarious. totally doing mine right now.

word verification: bacteeze.
(sounds contagious)