Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Who's a Lazy Blogger? Not me...

I swears it. My current lifestyle has kept me away from home (and by extension, away from my computer) for extended periods of time. I've actually written about 10 different things in the last week. Unfortunately, as I was away from a computer, I couldn't type them up fast enough and they escaped. So if you see any of these missing posts, be sure to let me know.

I'm at work right now, but wanted to let you guys know that I'm not dead. At least not officially. I've been battling a bit of a sinus infection for the last few days, so although I feel slightly dead, I have not been officially proclaimed as such. If I am dead, I'll be sure to let you know, post haste.

So tonight (hopefully) I'll have something up that's far more entertaining to read than excuses. In the meantime, here's some answers to the questions I was asked FAR too long ago. You can read my blog buddy's answers here: http://kelticdragonfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/kris-youre-it.html
Be sure to read some of her other stuff while you're slumming it over there (JUST KIDDING HEATHER). She's a great read, and probably other things, although I'm in the dark as to what those other things may be, as I don't know her in the biblical sense. She is from Ohio after all.

And I guess I should pass this thing on, lest I incur the wrath of some Blogging God somewhere in the interwebs. So CANADADAD......tag, you're it. Sorry buddy, but I'm really curious about what kind of tree you would be. On with the interrogation...

That's easy....cherry flavoured pez. (QUICK! 2 points to whomever can spot the movie reference there). Actually, I would have to go with pizza. Any topping besides mushrooms. No scat pizza for me please. I know pizza is a pretty obvious answer, but literally, I could eat pizza every single day and not get sick of it. I usually do eat it 2 or 3 times a week. Mmmmmm.....

I prefer not to discriminate against colors of any sort. Unless we're talking about purple. That's where I draw the line. It's good to know your limits.

I'm noticing an alarming trend as I get closer and closer to my 30s. My hair seems to be moving slowly but steadily backwards. My hairline has receded a bit in the last few years and I'm absolutely certain the hair hasn't fallen out. It's moving down my neck and onto my back. I'm a little worried that I will be the victim of heavy ankle hair by the time I'm in my 50s. Maybe eventually, it will move over the soles of my feet and back up the front. I'll keep you posted.

Does Porn count? Okay, then I would have to go with "Scooby Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf". And no, my kids weren't over when I watched it. Fuck you for judging me.

I don't really watch TV now, but back when I did, it would probably have been Jerry Springer. There's just something about watching fucked up rednecks and trailer trash fighting over who gets to sleep with his own sister first, that just makes me feel better about myself. Thanks Jerry!

I don't think it matters what kind of tree I used to be, since I would be long burned down. Chain smoking trees don't carry an extra long life span, methinks.

So I don't think that really answered any questions about me that you may have, so lets keep this going. Anything you want to know about me? Anything you want to hear my opinion on? List some questions in the comments and I'll do my best to answer them in the least condescending and sarcastic manner that I can muster. I won't promise to answer all of the questions, as some may be too personal, but lets be honest. If I can tell you about my deep seated desire to fuck a sandwich, I can tell you just about anything.

And that goes for all you lurkers out there too. Let's see some questions. There are a fuck of a lot more people reading this than actually take the time to comment, so its high time you made yourself known.

Until later....


Heather said...

Cherry flavored pez - Stand By Me. Dude, I am the 1980's movie Queen. Self appointed, just like I'm also the Internet Blogging Authority.

Here's yet another weird connection we share. I grew up in the town the Jerry Springer was once the mayor of. And as I recall, he got caught patronizing a prostitute because he wrote her a personal check to pay for it and had to resign. Is that not the most awesomest thing ever?? You can't make shit up that funny.

Kris said...

Nice work Heather. Your 2 points are in the mail.

And who the fuck writes a hooker a personalized cheque? Jerry Springer apparently. That's all kinds of awesome.