Here are my eight facts:
1. My first (and only, as a matter of fact) dog was named Ralph. I used to put rocks in his bowl and laugh my ass off as he came running, thinking it was dog food.
2. I don't know how to dive.
3. I hate being in graduate school, but I can't seem to get out.
4. I was once invited backstage at an Iggy Pop concert by the Ig Man himself. He stood up, gave me his chair, and went to fetch me a beer...a real gentleman.
5. Rather than the traditional hovercraft, on my first trip to England I took a boat across the English Channel from France. After three hours and much fighting back of sea-sickness, my first vision of England was the white cliffs of Dover across a misty sea.
6. I don't really even like Taylor Hicks.
7. I am fascinated by crime in general, murder specifically, and wish I had been a homicide detective instead of a French professor.
8. I like porn - not soft porn, the real deal.
TAG! You're it! Tell us about yourselves:
Scott, Sandy, Heather, Gray, Cherie, Ingrid, Leslie.
The Rules:
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about him/herself.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Warning: This is much harder than it looks. At least it was for me.
8 comments:
All the cool rock stars dig Julie! First, Jeff Buckley and then Iggy Pop...that's awesome!
I just did one of these on my MySpace blog, only it was ten facts, and they had to be weird. There will be some overlap.
only problem - I don't know eight BlogSpot people to tag!
Peanut, I shoulda been a damn groupie!
And Doctor, I know. Just make them up. The important thing is that we get to read your stuff!!!
That goes for everyone I tagged, in fact...
hmm...#6 is interesting. Especially to me. *wink*
Thanks for playing, darling Jules. A few questions:
-Did you blow the Ig Man? Obviously he didn't invite you backstage to fetch you a beer.
-What's yer beef with Mister H? You're quite down on him, I've noticed. Look, you know I am no fangirly type and you know I deplore the creepy monkey head and all that, but I can say with as much objectivity as possible that the brother is an incredible live performer. I mean, that's my music and he brings it down. He works the harp. He works the cowbell. He brings it. I hate to quote Gray's old axiom, but it's true--the music is what it's all about and he delivers.
Let's talk offline. You have my e-mail, no?
You iknow, after gentle overnight reflection, I realized that both of these questions (above) are actually none of my business. I apologize for even asking them.
Fine, I did it. Now you tell me I can make stuff up? I do that all the time with my students when we play Two Truths and a Lie. Well, too late.
Girlfriend, I didn't mean make the ANSWERS up, I meant if you don't have eight blogging friends, just make up the FRIENDS!!
And I love you for doing this.
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