Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The Evil of Tagging

"Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 5 facts about yourself. Then choose 5 people you want to tag and list their names. Then leave a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged."

The evil Stash Junkie has tagged me. My usual reaction to tagging is to studiously ignore it, mainly because I often can't think of anything interesting to say, as I shall now prove. In light of my non-tagging policy, I won't be chasing other people down and shooting 'em with my tag gun.

Fact # 1: I'm afraid of balloons*. Not the big, stick-a-basket-under-it-so-people-can-sit-in-it-and-defy-death type balloons. My dentist has a wonderful poster of a hot air balloon festival on his ceiling. It does wonders for taking your mind off what's happening in your mouth. Crikey, that doesn't sound right... Anyway, those balloons are cool, although you'd never get me to travel in one.

Nope. I'm afraid of party balloons. It stems from childhood, and that's all I'm saying.

Fact # 2: I'm good at starting stuff, but not quite so good at finishing stuff, as anyone who's been following this blog at all will already know. My enthusiasms overtake me, with boredom in rapid pursuit. What I need is a good dose of staying power. My mother was right about me. She still is right. She has staying power.

Fact # 3: I have a terrible habit of interrupting people without realising it. I usually realise what I've done about three hours later when it's far too late to apologise about it.

Fact # 4: I think fart jokes are reallllllly funny. You know you do too. Pull my finger. G'wan. I said PULL MY FINGER!

Fact # 5: I was a teenage metalhead. All black clothes, but not Goth. I dyed my hair black, and looked like Den out of The Comic Strip Presents... Bad News.

He's second from the left, in case you were wondering. I didn't have the leather gloves, but I did have the studded wristbands, armbands, bullet belts...


*Also: clowns.