I’m having a hard time writing blog entries. A lot of things have changed recently in my life, including the time when I used to write for this journal. Maybe a meme will help. I saw this one at Rurality, to list five weird things about myself. That should be easy, most folks agree that I’m a pretty weird guy.
I cannot kill spiders. Once a long time ago I sprayed poison from a can on a spider. As it withered and died, I seemed to think that it was looking me in the eye. Now I recall that scene whenever I see a spider. I either leave them alone or capture and release them outside.
I like to diagram sentences. Remember doing that in sixth-grade English class? I am not sure they teach it anymore so if you are younger than me you may not have even experienced it all. I sometimes have a hard time understanding what people are saying, so I occassionally resort to writing their sentences down on notebook paper and making a diagram of them in order to make sense of the words. I have to admit that it usually does not help though. It generally turns out that the reason I could not understand what they were trying to say is that they did not say what they intended.
For business I always wear brown shoes on even-numbered days and black shoes on odd-numbered days of the month. I vary the rest of my wardrobe to coordinate with my shoes. Maybe this is not weirdness as much as it as a method to help me decide what to choose to wear in the morning.
I don’t like those TV shows that require you to see the whole series to understand what’s going on. This seems to have become the fashion for several years now. But I prefer the ones where you can see any episode and it will stand on its own. I never could get into soap operas either.
I like to walk outside in the rain. I like to get soaked through to the skin and splash in the puddles. I wish I could do that right now.
How about you? What’s weird about you?
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Well I have heard of a lot of people who wont kill spiders. I just pick up a book and SPLAT! they are gone!!
Brown on even and black on ODD? now that is Weird!
the rest are not so strange.
I too love to walk in the rain and splash in puddles. I get weird looks when I do that.
I STILL cant diagram a sentence!
I think your wardrobe management tactic is odd, bordering on eccentric. (That means I love it.)
Weird about me. Hmmm? (I’m sure other people would have not trouble coming up with five things.)
1. When I got married (the first time) it was still customary for a woman to change her last name. Since I had to go through a lot of paperwork anyway, I went ahead and changed my first and middle names, too.
2. When I drive down a road I haven’t been on in a long time the memory of being on it before springs to mind. I term this my “mental slime trails”–apparently I leave some invisible path that I can pick up on later to remind me of what I was doing when I was there before.
3. I usually know what direction I’m facing–even in dreams.
4. I have trouble remembering names and faces but I can recognize someone from a distance by the way they move.
5. At one office building I worked, I could always tell which elevator door was going to open. I considered this a useless psychic gift and longed to trade it in for the ability to see which lottery numbers were going to be picked. Sadly, no.
I always check mail before putting it in the box for miscased pieces. Often I can tell when I am going to find a letter that doesn’t belong before I start. These last two sentences would have several “tails” (I too had an English teacher that made us diagram endlessly)
“It generally turns out that the reason I could not understand what they were trying to say is that they did not say what they intended.”
I suffer from this syndrome, too.
We missed ya! But, I bet you are having fun.
Oh, great. Now I’ll check the calendar and remember if Bill is wearing black or brown…
Weird stuff about me? hmmm.
Well, I like to kiss dogs, the four-legged variety (though I have been fooled by the two-legged ones)
I liked it when television only rolled out the good stuff once in a blue moon- way before VCR took the magic out of watching movies - like Gone With The Wind, or Wizard of Oz. There would be a great fanfare leading up to the presentation of these real blockbusters, and it made watching them all the more special.
I refused to let the cute football boys cheat on tests by slyly allowing my paper to be uncovered. I got there the hard way, and none of their sweet talk could make me. I was never homecoming queen.
I like to eat vanilla ice cream with salty potato chips.
I like reading Nathaniel Hawthorne.
I do not like to dissect my sentences and do not allow others to commit such atrocities to them either.
Don’t you dare…
Are you unpacked yet? Better get Trish’s room finished fast!!