Tuesday, April 29, 2008

They Call Me "IT"!

Last week I was tagged by Kris at "Mindless Diversions and other things..." which basically means I am on the hook to answer a few soul baring questions about my intimate life.

This type of self scrutiny is nothing to be taken lightly. What if I get the answers wrong? I couldn't stand that kind of public embarrassment. I knew right away that this was going to require a lot of serious thought.

So I spent the last week doing some soul searching and introspection. In that week I managed to put together a couple of rough drafts and rewrites and I finally have a finished product. I really think I nailed it.

So here you go. A quick window to my soul:

i) What Is Your Favorite Food?

I’m going to have to go with pizza here, especially bacon and pepperoni. I don’t mean franchise shit-za like Pizza Hut or Domino’s, (although I wouldn't turn down a shit-za if one was put in front of me).I prefer the real pizza you get at a good Italian restaurant. I find that if a place serves pasta it generally serves pretty good pizza as well. You know you found a good one when the delivery time is over an hour!

2) What Is Your Favorite Color?

I’ve always been partial to #1a7d3b although #1f783c is pretty nice as well.

C) Hair:

I have hair on various parts of my body, however I’ll only discuss the most interesting ones. I have a totally hairless chest except for five really long hairs in the vicinity of my nipples, 4 on one nipple and 1 lone soldier on the other! I also have this strange white hair that sprouts out of my left ear lobe from time to time (I swear I go to bed at night with a hairless lobe and wake up to a 6 inch white hair hanging from the side of my head). Then there is the hair on my head which I cut myself. My method is to shave the back and sides pretty short and then I hack the shit out of the top with scissors until I don’t notice any obvious alfalfa sprouts shooting up out of my salad. On workdays I give it a gel and muss and on weekends I wear a hat in lieu of styling. It really is a major inconvenience in my life.

iv) Recent DVD Watched:

The Warriors!!! This is a classic from 1978. This movie has a lot of cheese in it however, there are also tons of great lines that can be used in every day conversation. For instance, “I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a Popsicle.” “CAN YOU DIG IT?!”

E) Guilty Pleasure TV Show:

I like watching the Bugs Bunny and Roadrunner Show. I can never get enough of that comedy gold. My favorite episodes are the ones that feature Claude the cat and the two mice who insist on making him think he is going insane. You just don't see great acting like that anymore!

6) If I Was A Tree What Kind Of Tree Would I Be?

I choose the mighty Crabapple Tree. I'm not sure what the reasoning is. I guess it's because I like the idea of having a group of Hutterite women climbing all over me.

So, maybe "window to my soul" was a little over the top. I have to admit, it was a little weird trying to decide on which kind of tree I wanted to be.

Now it's time for the hardest part of this mission, tagging someone else.

Since my list of regular commenter's have all been tagged (all 2 of them) I am going to pick on the person who left the most recent comment. I'm talking about you madwoman meg.

How's that for a "thanks for the comment".

Hopefully I haven't just scared Meg away from my site forever.


MadWoman Meg said...

Imagine that. I come to post yet another witty, insightful and full of crap comment on your blog and find myself immersed in another tag fest.

I accept the challenge and dispute your "shit-za" comment. Sometimes a good piece of the commercial crap is exactly what you need after a horrible week. Although, there's nothing quite as good as pizza from an Italian restaurant.

I hereby curse you to 3 hairs from your earlobe tomorrow morning.

And now I'm off to ponder my fate in the game of tag.

CanadaDad said...

This game of tag is kind of like having a cold.

You feel a little bad about passing it on to someone else, however any lingering guilt is totally eclipsed by how good you feel about having gotten over it yourself.

Backpacking Dad said...

Holy cra....oh. For a second I thought Meg had passed me on The List somehow.


I'm still winning.