I’m It.

At least, I assume I’m It, because that’s what usually happens when I get tagged. Mada tagged me for the dreaded “Six Things About Me” blog meme, and now I have to come up with six things about myself and tag six other bloggers.

Before I forget, I need to post the rules. The rules are:

  1. Link to the person who tagged you.
  2. Post the rules.
  3. Write six things about yourself.
  4. Tag six people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
  5. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their sites.
  6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

Without further ado, here are six things about my favorite subject, me

  1. I picked “The Unfocused Life” as my domain name because I’m, y’know, kind of unfocused. I can focus; it’s not like I have adult ADHD or anything. I think. Several of my coworkers over the years have suggested that I might, but what do they … hey, what’s that shiny thing?
  2. In college, I went through three majors before I settled on Political Science. The other two were Physics and Philosophy, so at least I stuck to the P section of the course catalog. Before you ask, there was no Psychology major until my third or fourth year; until then, it was called Behavioral Science.
  3. I hate doing little fussy projects with my hands. When I was around 8, my mother gave me a chemistry set for my birthday, after I begged her and begged her and begged her and begged her for it. I did one experiment: I made invisible ink, which, unsurprisingly, I couldn’t read, and then I was done. I started a couple of others, but getting these teeny-tiny amounts of chemicals into the teenier, tinier test tubes made me INSANE. In high school, I got a crystal radio kit; the instructions said you must coil the wire around the tube carefully and neatly, without any twists in the wire. I screwed it up on the second turn of the wire around the tube, and I was done. This afternoon, I helped Unfocused Girl make a set of pentominoes (we’re taking turns reading Chasing Vermeer to each other before she goes to bed, and they play a major role in the book), and I wanted to stab myself with the scissors. Not because I objected to doing a project with UG — far from it, which is why I was able to stick it out — but because drawing the grid on the cardboard, and then cutting out the shapes … made … me … all … twitchy … arg! I’m perfectly happy doing big things with my hands, however; a few years ago, my father-in-law and I spent the weekend building an enormous playset in the backyard for the kids — no problem.
  4. If I go more than a few days without running, I have dreams that I’m smoking. I quit smoking in 1992.
  5. Last movie that made me cry? Armageddon. Not the ending — it was the scene where [SPOILER ALERT] the young son of one of the crew members who didn’t know his father at all is watching the crew board the shuttle and says to his mother, “Look, that salesman’s on TV,” and his mother says, “That’s not a salesman, that’s your daddy.” [END SPOILER] My only excuse that I was watching it on an Air France flight home from Paris, and I drank a LOT of Veuve Cliquot before the movie started.
  6. My least favorite chore before going to bed is feeding Big Pink Fishie. I have no idea why; it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Enough about me; let’s talk about you talking about me. Or about you, if you must. I hereby tag:

Spynotes

Everything Under the Sun

Orbis Writings

Polybloggimous

Spontaneous Derivation

Life in Scribbletown

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14 responses to “I’m It.

  1. I normally hate playing tag, but I figured it wouldn’t be so bad to do it this once. And feel special, I only tagged people I wanted to know more about who hadn’t already been tagged.

    Great post!

  2. OK, I did it. I’m off to deliver the bad news to my tagees.

  3. I won’t be able to do it until tomorrow. I don’t know if I have six people I can tag! We’ll see what I can come up with.

  4. Aw, don’t feel bad…I cried during Armageddon too…and I cried because of the ending. Yes, I’m lame. I know.

  5. Okie dokie. Gimmy a couple of days. Got one other tag request to fulfill.

  6. Mike and Don – thanks for playing along. Of course, the timing (and whether to play at all) is up to you.

    Colby – I didn’t cry at the ending because I was rooting for Bruce Willis to leave Affleck on the rock.

    Mada – I’ve never been tagged before, so I wasn’t bothered by it. And now I do feel special.

    Apparently, there are those out there who view someone tagging them as the functional equivalent of farting in church or worse, forwarding the “Save Sesame Street” email petition. I’m not one of them. Should I ever get tagged and not want to play, I know where the delete button is.

  7. Your wish is my command.

  8. That’s the attitude I like to see!

  9. Though you’ll note I neglected to 1) post the rules and 2) follow them. Because I’m a rebel. Or lazy. You choose.

  10. Well I’ve been farted on 3 times so far. LOL!!!!!

  11. We made scads of ill-fitting pentominoes when we were reading that book last fall. (The second one, The Wright 3, is also excellent). Finally, we bought a set at a local teacher supply store. They were extremely inexpensive and it came with 5 sets in a bag in 5 different colors. If she likes that and hasn’t tried tangrams or the game Blokus, I think she’d probably like both. And also, my post is up.

  12. I’m up now. Sorry it took so long.

  13. Pingback: 6 Months of Blogging: A Spontaneous Retrospective and Look at Things to Come : Spontaneous Derivation

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