Heather from CraftLit tagged me with “8 Very Random Things.”
Here’s the deal: Once tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you. Then post the rules before your list, and list 8 random things about yourself. At the end of the post, you must tag and link to 8 other people, visit their sites, and leave a comment letting them know they’ve been tagged.
I’d better get my butt in gear and move on this before everybody’s been tagged.
1. I absolutely hate mushrooms. They genuinely make me barf, I hate them so much. They are slimy in texture and taste of rotting death. I’ve forced myself to eat them a few times but honestly, I’d rather eat head cheese, tripe, lutefisk, brains, eyeballs, durian, fish paste, and boogers. I might even rather eat natto; although, it’s kind of fermented, rotted fungus, so I don’t know. In all honesty, in my life, I have eaten more natto than mushrooms.
2. I’m a Red Sox fan from a long line of Red Sox fans, and I come by it honestly (and long ago) via deeply planted Boston roots.
3. I still think of myself as blonde, because I was so blonde as a child.
4. My absolute favourite storyline is the Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court premise. I will read, and have strong opinions about, any story which remotely fits that description. I have probably read a jillion variants (or books/stories that I classify as such). While it’s not the most inventive of plotlines at this point in time, I seriously think it provides a perfect backdrop for telling all kinds of other stories, and I believe the “science fiction subgenre,” as Wikipedia puts it, actually holds many important insights into our Jungian collective unconscious. Seriously. I do.
5. I own a pink shirt, and I wore it last week. Out of the house, even. Now you all know.
6. It’s official: my son’s feet are now larger than mine. In real life.
7. Absolutely none of my scars have cool stories behind them, no matter how hard I try to jazz them up. The best story goes “That’s from when I was frying bacon in the electric frying pan, and it started to fall off the counter so I grabbed it and put it back.” I can punch it up a little by explaining that I was eight, trying to make breakfast on Mother’s Day, standing on a chair when I shouldn’t have been, and probably would have been burnt far worse if I hadn’t caught the thing, but geeze. Totally unexciting. Meanwhile, my sister? She has great stories about her wounds, and they involve things like being the only person to ever survive falling off the cursed wall, and how people still ask if she’s alive and can’t believe she’s dodged fate like that. And you know what the worst part is? I am now so olde and boring, I hope I don’t even have to get any new scars, much less ones with epic stories.
8. I still haven’t gotten around to buying myself a 2007 calendar, and the one hanging over my desk is displaying December 2006.