Like a roving orca, raincoaster has been tagged. Fortunately for the tagger, she had just eaten and wasn’t feeling particularly carnivorous, or she’d have gone all Shamu on his ass.
The chain lett- I mean “meme” is this: List six things about yourself that are weird (then tag six more people).
I know! I laughed and laughed.
Name six things about me that are NOT weird; that’s what I call a challenge.
Thing One About Me That Is Weird:
I still know the floorplan to Krak des Chevaliers, left over from my castle-obsessed phase when I was 12.
Thing Two About Me That Is Weird:
Twice I’ve been flown to another country by strangers who just liked what I wrote on the Internet and decided to buy me a ticket. Both times I met movie stars: Viggo Mortensen (three times, actually) and John Cleese.
Thing Three About Me That Is Weird:
I have a a collection of Christmas ghost stories that runs over a thousand pages.
Thing Four About Me That Is Weird And Here Is How Weird I Am, That It Only Occurs To Me Now:
I know Willy Pickton, the serial killer.
Thing Five About Me That Is Weird:
I can tell from the sound the seagulls make whether there is a bald eagle in the area. Seriously, I’m some kind of Downtown EastSide Grizzly Adams.
Thing Six About Me That Is Weird:
I can recite all of Jabberwocky as well as a large selection of other poetry and prose-poetry in English and several other languages, and do so at sound checks to intimidate the people who just say “test, test, one, two, three…”
It works, too.
Hmm, now who to pass this chain le- I mean MEME on to…
raincoaster 
Yeah right Coasty they like what you wrote …….a bit like this .
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“Holbein the Younger was dispatched to paint a portrait of Anne, and Henry was pleased with the result. It was usual for court painters to be flattering in their portrayal of important people, and it is likely that Holbein covered up the evidence of Anne’s smallpox scars..”
…..and when he saw the real thing kersnik.
Or did you have the Cleese love child ?
newmania, I can only assume you’re on private health care and it amuses your doctor to keep you on all these pills.
No R , I was alluding to the gap between the reality of someone turning up and the picture you may have of them as famously “did for” the “ugly” Anne of Cleeves . I have no idea what you look like or indeed anyhting much about you at all . I just thought it might be an odd experience to meet someone in the flesh you have known only virtually . Croydonian and I have become friends so I must say my one experience has been good
Your knowing animal sounds and reciting is all a bit witchy isn`t it ?
No, it’s poetry I’m reciting, not animal sounds. What kind of pills are those, by the way?
One thing I’ve enjoyed about having a group blog with 5 other people who are local to me, is that our “blog brainstorming and planning sessions” involve going to the pub and getting drunk, or hanging out and playing video games.
Replace “playing video games” with “reading ghost stories and watching YouTube” and that pretty much sums up my life. But whatever I’m drinking, it’s not as strong as what newmania’s got.
R you do not appreciate the finer things in life . Me
Early in the day to be that drunk, don’t ya think? Only Guido is allowed to drink his breakfast.
Can you be prosecuted for being drunk in charge of a PC? Oh shit, I’m in trouble then. Don’t mention food.
Somewhere on this blog is a link to an inebriation test that will tell you if you’re too drunk to be online. Very useful, if you can find it blind drunk.
Oh dear I bring my little offerings , I polish them ., I feed them , groom there tail hairs into interesting shape . I hold them out ,my little shiny face trenmbling in the expectation of praise . I say “here raincoaster I made this just for you ”
…………. and what do Iget eh ? You must be drunk , lay off the pills , and so on .
I am a broken man
Many a true word spoken in jest, indeed.
Newmania, adoration of Raincoaster is pointless. She has heart for none save Robin Williams (protestations of love for Viggo notwithstanding). And although her kidneys might be an acceptable second prize, her liver is fit only for ballast.
Better to dash your heart in pieces on the floor rather than continue to throw it at the feet of she whom the ancients called “Woc-ehs-Yzarc-Taht”.
Pills and whiskey are also known to be effective–but don’t mix prescriptions!
I think I remember a mention of #4 before…that’s definitely a story to tell.
My favorite is #3…for some reason Christmas stories have always been my favorite.
Thank you for playing. Please accept this awesome Cross pen set. :-)
Thank you kindly. And since we’re giving imaginary gifts, please accept this docile and beautiful elephant, hand-painted with nativity scenes in anticipation of the holidays. If you like Christmas stories and ghost stories, get anything edited by Richard Dalby. There are three or four guys who do these anthologies, but they tend to hire their wives and pals as writers; Dalby gets the very best, truly old stuff.
Metro, I am not in the least bovine. I am feline, as you should well know. Don’t you still bear the marks?
newmania, instead of spending all that time polishing your lumps, try running them through a spellchecker.
Darling–how could I forget?
But you’re correct–the accent threw off my translation. In Latin it would be De castorem comantis clueri, about.
Okay, you are wierd, but you fit in well with this site. Yeah – I can get back in for now.
Actually this must be my unlucky streek – had you made a post awarding me a milion dollars – I probably would have been shit out of luck in getting into the post, but a post that actually requires some thinking on my part (and I thought this was going to be easy – turns out that I don’t quite want my family and friends knowing the wierd me – hee hee) – oh yeah, that’s my luck.
Hey, you made it! Yay!
Like I have a million dollars. Puh-leez. Maybe in Canadian Tire money!
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