Argh, a meme . . .

May 17, 2007 · Filed under Everything Else

But I can’t say no to Sachi.

The rules:
1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged write a blog post about their own 8 random things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog you need to tag 8 people and post their names (I punk out here!).
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog (See 3 above).

The facts:

1. I can wiggle my ears. Both at once, but also one at a time. My ninth grade biology teacher told us this was a vestigial trait, and one of the girls in my class called me a throwback.

2. Remember that kid who got picked on in school? The one who got beat up, and shoved into lockers, and pantsed, and called names (like “throwback”) all the time? Yeah, that was me. Sometimes I get nostalgic for my childhood, but then I remember how much I hated my childhood when I was in it. I think really I’m just nostalgic for all the free time, and the lack of financial anxiety.

3. For about two years, I smoked a pack and half of cigarettes a day, but never became addicted. I smoked because I enjoyed it. When I decided it was time to stop, I just stopped. I occasionally crave a cigarette in times of stress, but I never had the agony with quitting that other people experience.

4. I’ve been writing since I was about four years old, when someone granted me access to a typewriter. One of my first stories was about a deer and a fox who played together in the forest. Upon finding that both of their mothers had been shot by hunters, the deer looked at the fox and said, “now we will have to go out into the world and earn a living!” Thus I prepared myself for years of wage slavery.

5. Another of my first stories was about a girl named Cindy who found a dragon and brought it home. When she walked in the door, her mother yelled and her father fainted. My fight against sexist representation in the media began early.

6. I make terrible, awful puns all the time. I can’t help it. They just spill out of me, like soapy water from a hyperactive washing machine. I blame my parents and their punning games at the dinner table .

7. My father expressed disappointment in me when I reached the age of eighteen without ever having been arrested for civil disobedience. I assured him it wasn’t for lack of trying. Despite the numerous protests/civil disobedience actions in which I’ve taken part in subsequent years, I’ve still never been arrested. He’s still disappointed.

8. My mother, stepfather, and father all have Ph.D.s. Until I was about fifteen, I didn’t realize that this was optional, or that there was any possibility I might not get mine. Now I have an M.F.A., but I still feel educationally inadequate.

I won’t tag anyone, because Sachi tagged most of the people I would have chosen. But if you answer this meme on your blog, let me know! I would love to read your responses.