Tagging is Weird
7 weird facts about Kym
1. Weirdest fact of all—I am a real Black belt. Good lord, who let that happen? Anyone who knows me realizes quickly that I would rather read than run but our tiny little hamlet has the 2007 teacher of the year for the World Tang Soo Do Association, Becky Rupp, and, if she can make ME a black belt… Hell, what are you waiting for? Someone like you could be the next Chuck Norris.
2. I have a weird psychic ability. I have yet to mention the name Garberville in any remote corner of the world without having some totally unknown person drop their jaw and explain a connection. For example, the time I was in a filthy little Laundromat in Berkeley Student Housing. My best friend and I were folding clothes chatting about Garberville’s incredibly small size but relatively large reputation. I swear there was no one else in the building– but a middle aged man poked his head around the corner long enough to announce proudly, “The only time we were ever in Humboldt County, my oldest son was conceived at the Sherwood Forest Inn in Garberville.” Then he headed out to his car leaving us gaping after him. “Who was that unmasked wanderer to the forbidden delights of the So Hum motels?”
Attention Disturbing Photo below the fold (Don’t say I didn’t warn you!)
3. My son has the same weird ability to attract people who know of our area. When we were in Germany this last summer, he left our camping spot and walked 2 miles through the dark to a source of loud music and laughter. Once there, he told fellow concert goers that he came from Humboldt. Immediately, they knew right where it was and welcomed him with cries of, “Big Bud.” Perhaps they knew the American slang for friend. Whatever…Any way, he was immediately part of the group. Though they seemed somewhat disappointed he didn’t have a “joint” with him. Mayhap they thought he was a plumber?
4. This one probably wonn’t seem that weird to you but it does to me. Before I had children I once co-headed an anti –war toy campaign. I still refuse to buy my sons toy guns but… Somehow, I don’t think my fellow activists would be impressed by this photo.
Parenting stretches your parameters
5. I’m writing a biography of Fred Haskel Foster. What? You don’t know him? He presided as Mayor of Billings, Montana five times during the pioneer years. He knew Calamity Jane and once tried to stop a robber by pretending his finger was a gun… I’ll bet he would have liked to know my martial arts teacher.
6. I don’t own a television. Mostly it’s a terrible waste of time. I think fandom is silly and shows shallowness of character. I would never in a million years ask someone for their autograph (unless I could sell it on Ebay) but I write for a fanzine for the one show to which this personal predilection doesn’t apply—Firefly. You can read about my obsession at the online zine I not only write for but helped start. Pathetic, but I can’t help myself. And, in spite of the fact the show was cancelled after only 12 episodes in 2003, I’m only one of legions of rabid fans with the same problem. Chris, a regular here, writes wonderful analysis at SciFiTVGeek. Come my little chickadee, you too can be a fan of an obscure cancelled show. You can buy it here or, just ask me, I keep two sets so I can loan one out. I had 3 but someone won’t give it back, and you know who you are, you pathetic addicted loser!
7. I wanted to be a Chaucer scholar when I grew up. I’ll just leave that little fact dangling there…. If it embarrasses you to know someone of this odd and unpleasant perversion, just pretend you never heard it. I promise I won’t bring it up again. But if any of you actually know who Chaucer is, please drop me a line. Not only am I the only person in my world who could tell you his first name, I think he is funnier than Robin Williams and changed the course of literature as much as Shakespeare……Yes, I know, I have a lot of weird obsessions and it’s lonely out here in the lunatic fringe.
So… The rules of this meme are
Link to the person who tagged you;
Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours;
Post the rules on your blog;
Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog;
Tag 7 random people at the end of your post;
Include links to their blogs;
Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Being the fringe lunatic I apparently am, I think I’ll pick and choose among the rules.
I linked to Jen who tagged me and pinged her so her readers can visit here (But don’t they have something better to do—scrub the grout around the toilet for instance?)
I posted the rules but, if I’m not going to follow them, why should you?
I shared 7 weird facts about moi (way too easy for someone who thinks of themselves as white bread and bologna).
Tag 7 random people (technically that would mean selecting 7 bloggers at random from across the blogosphere but I cringe at that humiliation and choose instead) People I actually would like to know more about. Jackie, Heather, Ren, Ernie, Carol/Greg, Ekovox, and…Heraldo…(Yes, wouldn’t we all like some clues into who he/she is?)
But, I’m not leaving a tag on their blog about this… That way they can legitimately claim they aren’t aware of the Herculean task I’ve set them (Don’t blame me. Blame Jen!)
Photo by talented computer artist Marie E. Bird