I have been tagged by various bloggers tagging their readers to tell you at least five things you don't know about me. Since there are several readers out there who have known me for a very, very long time, some of these may not be news to you. I tried though.
1) I've been bitten by a cougar.*
2) I consider consonants male and vowels female (It's how they were depicted when I was learning them.) The numbers are also gendered but it depends on the number (instead of all odds being female and all evens being male). 4, 7 and 9 are definitely female and 2, 3, 5, and 8 are male. The others are somewhat transgendered (6) or gender neutral (1). Don't ask me to explain why. It's just a feeling. A totally bizarre feeling. And, um, some of them also have personalities. 9 is a real bitch but 3 is a sweetheart. Yeah, I know. Totally bizarre.
3) I used to, and maybe still do, have a thing for Jeff Goldblum, as well as David Copperfield - despite the gay pirate regalia (although that's somehow come back into vogue via Johnny Depp). Interestingly enough, Friendster Guy shares many of their characteristics - tall, dark, handsome, slender, smart, great smile. He has not yet made anything disappear, except for maybe a box of Cheez-Its, but he did it without alot of flamboyance and theatricality so I don't think that counts. And he hasn't saved the world from Aliens yet. But he's still young. There's plenty of time.
4) I always have to have more than one project going on or something to organize. Right now I have my thesis, this blog, all the craft projects I want to finish this year, this mini-goal of eating the food in my house and several other things going on. I constantly need something to be working on and/or to look forward to finishing.
5) I constantly swipe my hand over my stomach to check to make sure it hasn't grown or to determine if it is shrinking.
* It wasn't as dramatic as it sounds. I worked at a zoo at the time and the cougar was only playing. He jumped up on me like a dog - a really big dog - with his paws on my shoulders and proceeded to nibble on my shoulder and worked his way down to my boot. It was awesome. To have a grown cougar rub the length of its body against your legs like a house cat, except at your thigh instead of your calf, is amazing. Despite the fact that I was technically bitten by a cougar, I ended up with more of a wound from a baby bunny that scratched the heck out of my forearm the same day.
1) I've been bitten by a cougar.*
2) I consider consonants male and vowels female (It's how they were depicted when I was learning them.) The numbers are also gendered but it depends on the number (instead of all odds being female and all evens being male). 4, 7 and 9 are definitely female and 2, 3, 5, and 8 are male. The others are somewhat transgendered (6) or gender neutral (1). Don't ask me to explain why. It's just a feeling. A totally bizarre feeling. And, um, some of them also have personalities. 9 is a real bitch but 3 is a sweetheart. Yeah, I know. Totally bizarre.
3) I used to, and maybe still do, have a thing for Jeff Goldblum, as well as David Copperfield - despite the gay pirate regalia (although that's somehow come back into vogue via Johnny Depp). Interestingly enough, Friendster Guy shares many of their characteristics - tall, dark, handsome, slender, smart, great smile. He has not yet made anything disappear, except for maybe a box of Cheez-Its, but he did it without alot of flamboyance and theatricality so I don't think that counts. And he hasn't saved the world from Aliens yet. But he's still young. There's plenty of time.
4) I always have to have more than one project going on or something to organize. Right now I have my thesis, this blog, all the craft projects I want to finish this year, this mini-goal of eating the food in my house and several other things going on. I constantly need something to be working on and/or to look forward to finishing.
5) I constantly swipe my hand over my stomach to check to make sure it hasn't grown or to determine if it is shrinking.
* It wasn't as dramatic as it sounds. I worked at a zoo at the time and the cougar was only playing. He jumped up on me like a dog - a really big dog - with his paws on my shoulders and proceeded to nibble on my shoulder and worked his way down to my boot. It was awesome. To have a grown cougar rub the length of its body against your legs like a house cat, except at your thigh instead of your calf, is amazing. Despite the fact that I was technically bitten by a cougar, I ended up with more of a wound from a baby bunny that scratched the heck out of my forearm the same day.
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