Behold the things! All fifteen thereof!

[slipjig3]

I have my strongest hopes yet for LiveJournal's impending resurgence: behold, the return of memes, the most prodigal of sons! While we're all partying like it's 2005, brujah has assigned me the number 15, meaning I am to provide 15 random facts about myself, a game of which my blogger's egomania can only approve. (Reply to this post to receive a number of your own, yada yada, no purchase necessary, void where prohibited, batteries not included.)

1. Aside from the period immediately following my birth, I have never been hospitalized for any reason. In-hospital procedures and ER visits, yes; being admitted for even one night, no. (Announcing this makes me nervous. I'm fearing a Dorian Gray situation where I use up all my karma and get hit with nine diseases at once, just before a Chevy Impala falls on me.)


2. When I entered college, my life plan was getting an acting degree. When I left college, my life plan was opening a coffeehouse. I have the temperament for neither.


3. I have walked out of exactly two movies in my adult life: Fluke (too ridiculous) and Marie Antoinette (too boring).


4. I didn't start to drive on the interstate until well into my twenties. I had a morbid fear of merging.


5. I learned guitar using my mom's Goya classical. My first folk guitar, the one I used for over 20 years, was also a Goya, a Christmas/birthday/wedding/graduation gift from my mom. It's now in the hands of my daughter, who's been begging to learn to play. (I taught her E and Em last weekend, then wrote down the chords for "Shake It Off.")


6. I have in my possession an orange jelly bean that had been allegedly stepped on by one of the Beatles during a concert in 1964. Also from my mom, who got it from her brother for Christmas that year. She cried.


7. My three notable scars on my hands and arms are from (in reverse chronological order) a hot olive oil splatter, a freaked-out cat, and a failed attempt at knife juggling.


8. I once turned down a glassblower's offer to be his apprentice. It's one of my great regrets.


9. I am so obsessed with my morning sesame bagel with cream cheese that the office cafeteria lately has sometimes given me free food to apologize when she's out of stock.


10. My first real job was as Bingo the Birthday Clown at the Ground Round in Matteson, IL. My trainer was a Janis Joplin clone whose favorite phrase was "groovy-cool" (which I still say), and who called me at home one night drunk off her ass to tell me my horoscope and find out what I "really thought of her." (Older women acting mildly predatory around me was a theme when I was a teen, none of which I noticed until I was much older, looking back and going, "...hey, wait a minute!" When I was 17, I once watched Jeopardy from a hot tub with a married woman in her 30's, completely oblivious to the fact that she was hitting on me even when she insisted on leaning forward dramatically in her bathing suit to talk to me.)


11. All four of my grandparents were still alive as of my late 20's. I still don't know how to process death.


12. I often fantasize about winning a lottery or sweepstakes whose prize is a credit card that would never max out, but could only be used to buy food, either in stores or restaurants. I would live such a wondrous life.


13. Given what a constant it's been in my life since I was old enough to remember, I can't believe it's taken me this long to figure out that I want to be a musician.


14. I think I may be done with crossword construction. I'm tired of whacking my head against that particular wall.


15. A few of the songs I've written over the last few months have been among the best I've ever done. I can't wait until they see the light of day.

Comments

[theloriest.livejournal.com]

Yay to the return of memes. :)

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Indeed! And in that capacity, my random number generator gives you the number 19. Have at it!

[metahacker.livejournal.com]

"get hit with nine diseases at once, just before a Chevy Impala falls on me"

Not to worry--that'd require the Impala to achieve some sort of elevation, which is challenging for them...

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Good point. I'm still picturing a "pushed off the roof of the parking garage by an out-of-control Range Rover" situation.

*rolls* Should you wish to participate, it looks like your number is 18. BRING IT.

Give me a number, boyo.

[p-m-cryan.livejournal.com]

As you say, let's party like it's 2005.

Re: Give me a number, boyo.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Right on, comrade. *fistbump* Aaaaand your number is...yikes, you got a 23. The randomization gods apparently want you to work for it. Looking forward to your list!

Re: Give me a number, boyo.

[p-m-cryan.livejournal.com]

Well, ,y writing muscles have been getting flabby anyway. Twenty-three it shall be.

[chris-walsh.livejournal.com]

I can be random! \o/

And in a world where Memphis souvenir stores have sold "real Elvis sweat," any thing's possible.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Hail, randomness! *rolls* Your number is 13, good sir. Stand and deliver!

[rubian77.livejournal.com]

#12: If that could include a liquor allowance (y'know, up to $x per month) I AM SO WITH YOU THERE.

#15: I can't wait either!!

(No need to give me a number. I think I've painted the stripes on this particular pole enough already.)

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

12) Oh, hell yes. One of the things that breaks my heart about not being infinitely wealthy or immortal or both is all the food I'll never taste.

15) :) cluegirl and I have been working on a few; we'll see what happens with the others. Again, we have a Plan.

[rubian77.livejournal.com]

Yay for Plans! *bounce*

[ourika.livejournal.com]

Now that I decided to come back to LJ because you theorized that it's making a come back, I'm not so sure you're right. My entire feed for July is one person daily and you :-P