I really don’t like internet listing quizzes.
While I don’t mind the interactive “click-it, instant results” type, when I have to put more thought into a written interrogation, I start to zone out… Some have a few creative questions, but since most are around 100 questions long, the obvious padding weighs them down quickly.
If I get e-mailed such a quiz, which is about as like as getting spam for “all natural” dietary enhancement pills, I quickly pass over it and move on. I rarely outright delete them, but prefer to let them die a quiet, un-mourned death in my inbox.
However, this week I was publicly called out on the subject.
List 10 things that you don't think people would normally know about you. They can be the most random things as long as someone learns something new about you. After you list these things you must tag at least 5-10 people so that they can list 10 things about themselves and tag others. So if I tagged you copy these rules post your own list of 10 things you don't think people know about you and then tag at least 5 more people. Have fun!
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i think i'll be tagging... Tephy (if she reads this anymore. i think she fell off the planet), Caleb, Darla, Evan (won't do it, but I feel like tagging him anyway. because he needs tagged every once in a while, so I'll also tag Chad just in case :P), and Kris!
Openly challenged in cyberspace. Well played, my friend, well played.
To maintain my family honor and my good name, I will now share my Tapped 10:
1) I was born in St. Luke's Hospital in Kansas City on the Missouri side.
2) My lineage is American mutt, though I am proudest of being 1/4 Canadian.
3) My favorite physical attributes are: an old chicken pox scar on my forehead and an elongated knuckle I gave myself within five minutes of getting my first pocketknife.
4) My favorite breakfast meal is skim milk, cold chicken tenders, and freshly picked cherry tomatoes.
5) I have a bias against Flying J truck stops due to a gut-wrenching meal I experienced in 1995 in West Memphis, Arkansas.
6) After performing countless tests under field conditions, I’ve proved I am comfortable wearing shorts down to freezing temperatures as long as I can keep moving and wind chill is negligible.
7) My sister always beats me in rock-paper-scissors.
8) My favorite James Bond theme is "From Russia, With Love" by Matt Monro ("GoldenEye” is a close second, but I can’t match Tina on the high parts).
9) The best role I ever performed onstage was that of the paranoid, bi-polar murder in Edgar Allen Poe’s “A Tell-tale Heart” (which, essentially, was two disconnected parts in the same play).
10) I was a devoted but under-talented track runner. In five years participation (doing events ranging from long-distance running to triple jump to shot put), the only medals I earned were in the hurdle jumping relays.
This is where I break with the rules presented. While I will share freely of my past if pressed, I refuse to pass the same burden on to others. They may choose to voluntarily pick up the gauntlet I am carefully putting down, but I will not foist it upon them.
Instead, I offer a substitution, Five more for five less:
11) The intricate glyphs that occasionally appear on my hands and arms are drawn to act as a memory aides and/or relieve boredom and stress.
12) I had a cell phone for almost a year – I got rid of it shortly after tossing it out a fifth story window.
13) My favorite room decorations are the two plastic pink flamingos I have, Gilligan and Juliet.
14) My worst grades in college were in Spanish III, Intermediate Writing, and Advanced Newspaper Reporting – My best grades were in Advanced Creative Writing, Mark Twain (a senior English capstone course), and eight semesters of varsity pep band .
15) I recently acquired a U.S. Passport, though I’ve yet to get it stamped.
And here’s a final one for free, though you may have discerned it on your own:
16) I must have had an awfully high IQ at one point because despite the fact I’ve suffered a lot of head trauma over the years, I can still almost function in society. I can only imagine how many brain cells I had originally before I inadvertently started sacrificing them in droves. No, really. I can only imagine; I lack the capacity to crunch the figures to calculate what I must have started with. No wonder I didn’t learn to snap my fingers until the summer before my senior year in high school.
Cue the smarmy tones:
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The only thing I read was the last paragraph. You are retarded. You gotta love my hateful but friendly comments. You have to. Thats an order.