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which_chickWhoops! I've been tagged to do 8 things about me. THE RULES: each player lists 8 facts or habits about themselves; the rules of the game are to be posted first; at the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people.
I don't generally tag people to do things because I'm a wimp. What if they say no or something? Is there a vast amount of shaming going on afterwards? Is it kosher to say no to being tagged? The whole etiquette thing, it's just too much. So, feel free if you want but by no means feel obligated.
Here we go. Eight things about me.
1. I can't carry a tune in a bucket but I do like to sing and know a lot of the words. When I don't know the words, I mumble.
2. I don't wear makeup if at all possible. I hate the plastic-y feeling on my face. I hate that women are expected to do shit to their faces like they aren't good enough but guys can just go out looking the way they actually are. I hate the way makeup smells.
3. I really like ripe tomatoes. I spend most of August and half of September eating tomato sandwiches for dinner. I can't stand cardboard imitation tomatoes like you get in wintertime, so I don't buy or eat them then... but in August, oh, in August I eat them a lot.
4. I don't like crowds of people very much. It's stressful and loud and I'm not a fan. Things like concerts and conventions and fairs and expos and so forth all peg the meter on way too many people and they all walk too slowly and run into me and ick. Plus which they're loud.
5. I like painting things. I find it relaxing.
6. If given a choice between the book and the movie, I like the book better nearly all the time. My brain does a better job of handling the screenplay than Hollywood. This does not stop me from going to the movie, though, and I pick it apart when I'm done.
7. I absolutely hate it when there is a plan and it's a good plan and then things fall apart because of other people who are not me fucking up the plan. I get bent out of all proportion, here.
8. If I am chopping vegetables (for soup, for ratatouille, for pico de gallo), the pieces will be uniform in shape and size, uniform to where my family makes fun of me for this. (It doesn't take me any longer than it takes normal people to fuck it up.) If at all possible, I will cut differently for each kind of vegetable (eg. eggplant in cubes, onions in half-moon slices, zukes in bias-cut rounds, yellow squash in bias-cut half moons, etc.) because this appeals to me.
9. I have a distressing inability to stay clean. If I walk out of my house in dress-up clothes, I will be dirty by the time I get to my car, some six feet distant... even if I don't touch anything on the way. I have always been this way. (It drove my mother nuts when I was a kid. She'd clean me up, I'd walk outside, and *wham*, I'd be instantly dirty.)
10. I am an absolutely terrible housekeeper. Housekeeping is not what I do. It's more like house-ignoring. I pile up flat surfaces and I throw dirty laundry on the floor of the hallway and walk on it all week. If it bothered me, I would clean. It does not bother me.
I don't generally tag people to do things because I'm a wimp. What if they say no or something? Is there a vast amount of shaming going on afterwards? Is it kosher to say no to being tagged? The whole etiquette thing, it's just too much. So, feel free if you want but by no means feel obligated.
Here we go. Eight things about me.
1. I can't carry a tune in a bucket but I do like to sing and know a lot of the words. When I don't know the words, I mumble.
2. I don't wear makeup if at all possible. I hate the plastic-y feeling on my face. I hate that women are expected to do shit to their faces like they aren't good enough but guys can just go out looking the way they actually are. I hate the way makeup smells.
3. I really like ripe tomatoes. I spend most of August and half of September eating tomato sandwiches for dinner. I can't stand cardboard imitation tomatoes like you get in wintertime, so I don't buy or eat them then... but in August, oh, in August I eat them a lot.
4. I don't like crowds of people very much. It's stressful and loud and I'm not a fan. Things like concerts and conventions and fairs and expos and so forth all peg the meter on way too many people and they all walk too slowly and run into me and ick. Plus which they're loud.
5. I like painting things. I find it relaxing.
6. If given a choice between the book and the movie, I like the book better nearly all the time. My brain does a better job of handling the screenplay than Hollywood. This does not stop me from going to the movie, though, and I pick it apart when I'm done.
7. I absolutely hate it when there is a plan and it's a good plan and then things fall apart because of other people who are not me fucking up the plan. I get bent out of all proportion, here.
8. If I am chopping vegetables (for soup, for ratatouille, for pico de gallo), the pieces will be uniform in shape and size, uniform to where my family makes fun of me for this. (It doesn't take me any longer than it takes normal people to fuck it up.) If at all possible, I will cut differently for each kind of vegetable (eg. eggplant in cubes, onions in half-moon slices, zukes in bias-cut rounds, yellow squash in bias-cut half moons, etc.) because this appeals to me.
9. I have a distressing inability to stay clean. If I walk out of my house in dress-up clothes, I will be dirty by the time I get to my car, some six feet distant... even if I don't touch anything on the way. I have always been this way. (It drove my mother nuts when I was a kid. She'd clean me up, I'd walk outside, and *wham*, I'd be instantly dirty.)
10. I am an absolutely terrible housekeeper. Housekeeping is not what I do. It's more like house-ignoring. I pile up flat surfaces and I throw dirty laundry on the floor of the hallway and walk on it all week. If it bothered me, I would clean. It does not bother me.
