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I’m staying with Robin for the week and just before I left she tagged with a meme in which I am to start enumerating weird things about myself and stop at seven. Well that is a piece of cake. I’m unique like everyone else. I could keep right on going even after seven, but then comes the hard part. I am then to tag seven other bloggers with the same meme. No can do. Sounds way too much like a chain letter and I am always the deadend street for those. If anyone sends me anything with “send this to you whole address book in it,” I take great joy in looking up the claim in snopes and replying with the bust-the-myth link right back. Not only that but I am concerned about tagging people, do I even have seven people to tag who haven’t done this already? So on the way here from the airport I could say “hey Robin do you care if I just don’t play along?” and good thing she doesn’t.

When I was on yahoo personals this winter, I was chatting with a guy who had an ad with the tag line Ten Things I’m not Afraid to Admit. It was funny, a nice change from the drab my perfect date would be dinner and a movie. He had me reply with ten things I’m not afraid to admit. So dutifully I list them all out. His response, six are funny three are downright disturbing. Well that’s me sixty percent funny, thirty percent disturbing. They were all a little off and would be good meme fodder. I just went to yahoo personals to take a look at the list in thought that maybe I might do the seven part. They deleted my mailbox. I’m a little sad at this. They didn’t delete my mailbox in between the first go with it and the second (ten months of dating AgentY) but now they did. Do you think they saw my YDTiPs post? OK, definitely no sevens meme now.

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Instead let me give you a conversation from the flight, this is during delay after thunderstorms in Detroit
annoyed business guy: can you believe three days travel for a two hour meeting. who are they loading? why do they get to go, do you think I can just get in line now?
pct: Gee you really want to get and just sit for a long time. I doubt getting on earlier gets you actually off the plane in Seattle any faster
abg: well I like to sit, (growl) why don’t the load the plane from the back
pct: well someday when you are king you can fix the world. I’m sure it will be more efficient
abg: that is my title… I am an engineer

He said engineer as if he was saying superhero who saved the world 11 and a half times since lunch. I am thinking overpaid egomaniac with very little social skills. How glad am I that you really aren’t king. While waiting for the tram to take us to the terminal he said “you made it ok” and I said sure and pointed to my earphones, that were doling out Augusten Burroughs, a way better choice than bad small talk with the king. “Have a nice meeting”

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Driving downtown Ellensburg yesterday I saw a sign on the back of a truck. “Single guy seeks female companionship 509…..” I so wanted to call and ask the guy how that was working out but Robin didn’t drive close enough for me to get the number. This in the long run is probably for the best but I am sad to miss the rare opportunity to check on the benefits and tragedies of an emerging new dating venue. Maybe, I think, we will start seeing sticker campaigns more and more. For a good time call… Single White Male seeks Trophy Wife. These will appear on cars, trash cans and of course bathroom stalls.
The Avery 5160 version of Craig’s List.

I got to play Mexican Train Dominoes last night and came in dead last. I like playing games that are entertaining enough on their own to not care to be competitive. Also I got to meet some new people who play games. Sorely needed in my life as it seems all my board game buddies left the area. hooray for new ones.

Does everyone know I like things that have an element of random in it? I am a fan of mad libs, the blogspot Next Blog button and anything that may give me either the big boobie prize or my hearts desire. This lovely little meme courtesy of Walking Kateastophy combines that and another favorite thing – my itunes library. Wow a double meme weekend – must be the crappy weather.

if my life was a movie, what would my soundtrack be?

so, here’s how it works:
1. open your music library
2. put it on shuffle
3. press play
4. for every question, type the song that’s playing
5. when you go to a new question, press the next button
6. don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool.

opening credits: “Napoleon” Ani DiFranco. I have a bad feeling about this version of life if the opening chorus is “how come everyone is a fucking napoleon?”

waking up: “Enchantment” by Dave Valentin. I’m groggy about what song this is. Oh I see I wake up to happy go lucky flute jazz. Beats short tyrants all around.

first day at school: “Oh Naia” by Lura. In the movie of my life I get to go to school in a foreign language.

in love: “Pump my body to the top” by Lords of Acid. Wouldn’t this be lust really? Hard throbbing techno lust?

fight song: “I am Weary (Let Me Rest)” by The Cox Family on the “O Brother, Where Art Thou” Soundtrack. Not much of a fighter am I? Apparently when the chase is ending and the confrontation begins I just want to sleep.

breaking up: “I’m Down” by The Beatles. Fits

prom: “Overkill” by Men at Work. Wait isn’t this about being nuts. Awesome for a prom.

life’s ok: “Sea of Love” by Cat Power Myra Lee. That is ok too.

mental breakdown: “Last Night When We Were Young” by Sarah Vaughan. Well if someone is going to have a mental breakdown it is good that there is good jazz in the works

driving: “Essence” by Lucinda Williams. Funny I love this song. Like driving for a bootie call you just know will be exceptional.

flashback: “Learn your Lessons Well” from Godspell. Is this to say that I did or didn’t? or just that I am a dork with godspell in my library? The shuffle gods are speaking to me now. I need to just be in the moment of total dorkiness. Done.

getting back together: “Brand New Day” by Van Morrison.

birth of child: “Talula (The Tonado Mix)” Tori Amos. It must be worth losing if it is worth something. Glad this scene really wouldn’t be any movie about my life.

wedding: “Dear Prudence” The Beatles. Aw nice song. For anything.

final battle: “You Can sleep While I Drive” by Melissa Ethridge. Um battle song. Again I see that I am so flight vs fight. I am not going to battle I am going to sail away, and you who have been with me, can sleep in the car.

death scene: “No Need to Argue” by Cranberries. I want a different sort of movie please. No death scenes.

funeral song: “Dark Lover RIsing” by The Lords of Acid. Funeral for what? The end of your techno dance spree – this is LOA, meaning sex sex sex techno beat style. Not black dresses tears and white flowers.

end credits: “Roadhouse Blues” by the Doors. Oh yeah great song but does it go with that movie? Who cares. rock on.

if you are reading this, I tag you! (let me know too I would love to see more of these)

Here we go. I said I’m game to be memed up by snarkmaster snackiepoo and she sent me five questions.
I had to rescue them from my spam folder, I hope they are sullied in any way by being next to the viagra ads

1. Would you rather have the perfect body with crappy teeth or perfect teeth with an imperfect body? Why?
Don’t I already have an imperfect body and imperfect teeth? How bad is it? Are the teeth painful, mising or not functional, for critical things like eating? Yikes that would be just awful. Eating is way up there on my list of things to enjoy often. Or are the choppers just crooked, not a nice color or mutant like a vampire or warthog? Is the imperfect body one that is broken like I can’t walk, or I am missing pieces? I blew my acl while in a highly competitive wheel barrel race ten years ago. This accident that left me on crutches for 4 months before and after surgery and not quite right for a year more. I was pretty grumpy about so many things then. Can’t dance, can’t carry water with out spilling, can’t drive a standard. I’m not good with so many can’ts all at once. I would way rather have ugly teeth than a broken body even if I couldn’t buddy up with a cosmetic dentist pronto.

2. If you could hand-pick three actors/actresses/singers to have dinner with, who would they be?
This is hard. So someone can sing, will they be good dinner company? I don’t know much about most of the people in my IPod tracklists or the people I watch on the screen as people. How about three guys from Ozomatli since I want to go see them when they come to Mass MoCA but I have to teach a class that night and I have been jumping up and down in frustration and screaming at the sky about it.

3. Would you rather skydive or bungee jump?
I hate getting snapped with rubber bands. I wouldn’t likely feel cozy with one the size of my thigh. Give me a plane and a parachute any day.

4. If you could trade places with one MALE blogger for a day, who would that be and why
Do I get be be them or just be where they are? I would love to get to be a guy for a day. Just about any guy. I would be so fascinating to: try to function thinking about sex more than once a minute, pee standing up, and feel what it is like to have facial stubble.
Most of the blogs on my reader are group blogs. I just started branching out from work
technical or arts blogs a little bit ago and have been scared to grow it to the unmanageable must-be-chained-to-my-computer to keep up so I am choosing from a very short list:
Neil of citizenofthemonth I would get to be in LA with Sophia with a talking penis which has appeal.
Karl of secondhandtryptophane Florida guinness and women ogling – hooray!
Tcho of TChos World Gay in New York City maybe I could finally understand the draw to American Idol
Dan of the virtual life of a man with no life might be fun to shanghai no life for one day and see what sort of chaos one could muster up.
Alex the chief happiness officer from positivesharing just published a book on happiness at work

OK five to choose from – I would want to be The Chief Happiness Officer. If for no other reason that I haven’t been to Denmark and have been all the other places. Plus his book was great and he has the best title ever.

If you have any suggestions for must read guy blogs comment them to me & I will check them out.

5. What song melts your heart?
To Martins by Lura. It is in Portuguese, but was so beautiful I found a translation. It is about homesickness and carries that spirit of longing for home, love, family and belonging even without the language to bring you there. Also My Antonia EmmyLou Harris with David Matthews if I can add another.

Here are the instructions to continue:

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.