Six Random Things Game
Yes, yes I know this seems horribly familiar, and you’re quite correct. I’ve blogged on this before. However Saintz tagged me, and since Lela’s brave enough to do it twice, I guess that means I have to.
Being a narcissist, I’ve been waffling on about myself for so many years now that you really know practically everything about my sordid little life already, but I’ve been racking my brains and come up with a few things you really didn’t want to know:
1. When I write, I try to subscribe to The 24 Hour Rule. Basically this means I normally wait at least 24 hours before I actually publish a post. I’ve found this to be a valuable safeguard over the last couple of years, usually because I mostly write total garbage (usually after too much Chardonnay, it has to be said) and when I look at my draft the following day, I often change it completely or delete it altogether, depending on its quality control levels (unfortunately the quality is inversely proportional to the volume of alcohol consumed!) Please note I did not subscribe to this rule in either this post or my last (with hindsight I really regret posting yesterday. See, the rule works.)
2. I have twenty-two clocks (not including computer clocks) in my house (thanks to my younger son for counting them all.) Guess I have time issues, huh?
3. My cat left me three mouse skulls and various unidentified bloody entrails on the carpet when I got up, bleary-eyed, to make tea first thing this morning. Yes I know it’s a sign of undying love for one’s mistress (we all have our own unique ways of expressing our feelings after all), but it’s actually quite scary. You never quite know what you’re going to find of a morning.
4. Unfortunately I never ever stay in bed, naked, until noon (you’ve no idea how much I’d like to though.) I get up with raging insomnia at 3.30 and usually blog or talk to whomsoever of you folks is around also with raging insomnia at 3.30, or who is on U.S. time and hasn’t gone to bed yet. Do email me at 3.30. I’m usually around, watching the clock mostly.
5. When I was a kid I had webbed toes on my right foot. Of course I was teased mercilessly at school. Fish feet, freak, mutant, just what you’d expect from kids I guess. So I got a pair of scissors and cut out the webbing. A miracle I didn’t get blood poisoning really. It was at that point in my life that I realized I had a high pain threshold.
6. I also collect slutty purple underpants. Strange, gross and more than you needed to know...
I can guess what you’re thinking now. TOO MUCH DETAIL (believe me you don’t wanna see the other two I didn’t post.)
Still, looking on the bright side, hopefully that’s the last time I’ll get tagged for a while. And no, I’m not tagging anyone, except possibly my cat (she deserves it.)
The question I do want to ask, however, is Why Did The Rule Shrink From Ten to Six?
Where did the other four rules go???
Iveta
Being a narcissist, I’ve been waffling on about myself for so many years now that you really know practically everything about my sordid little life already, but I’ve been racking my brains and come up with a few things you really didn’t want to know:
1. When I write, I try to subscribe to The 24 Hour Rule. Basically this means I normally wait at least 24 hours before I actually publish a post. I’ve found this to be a valuable safeguard over the last couple of years, usually because I mostly write total garbage (usually after too much Chardonnay, it has to be said) and when I look at my draft the following day, I often change it completely or delete it altogether, depending on its quality control levels (unfortunately the quality is inversely proportional to the volume of alcohol consumed!) Please note I did not subscribe to this rule in either this post or my last (with hindsight I really regret posting yesterday. See, the rule works.)
2. I have twenty-two clocks (not including computer clocks) in my house (thanks to my younger son for counting them all.) Guess I have time issues, huh?
3. My cat left me three mouse skulls and various unidentified bloody entrails on the carpet when I got up, bleary-eyed, to make tea first thing this morning. Yes I know it’s a sign of undying love for one’s mistress (we all have our own unique ways of expressing our feelings after all), but it’s actually quite scary. You never quite know what you’re going to find of a morning.
4. Unfortunately I never ever stay in bed, naked, until noon (you’ve no idea how much I’d like to though.) I get up with raging insomnia at 3.30 and usually blog or talk to whomsoever of you folks is around also with raging insomnia at 3.30, or who is on U.S. time and hasn’t gone to bed yet. Do email me at 3.30. I’m usually around, watching the clock mostly.
5. When I was a kid I had webbed toes on my right foot. Of course I was teased mercilessly at school. Fish feet, freak, mutant, just what you’d expect from kids I guess. So I got a pair of scissors and cut out the webbing. A miracle I didn’t get blood poisoning really. It was at that point in my life that I realized I had a high pain threshold.
6. I also collect slutty purple underpants. Strange, gross and more than you needed to know...
I can guess what you’re thinking now. TOO MUCH DETAIL (believe me you don’t wanna see the other two I didn’t post.)
Still, looking on the bright side, hopefully that’s the last time I’ll get tagged for a while. And no, I’m not tagging anyone, except possibly my cat (she deserves it.)
The question I do want to ask, however, is Why Did The Rule Shrink From Ten to Six?
Where did the other four rules go???
Iveta
Labels: Iveta, Miscellaneous
posted by Lin at 8:42 PM
1 Comments:
I'm with you on #1. As you know, I've got myself into trouble more than once posting something up without days of scrutiny. The trick is to try to see what you've written from a myriad of readers' points of view.
It's impossible anyway.
No purple underpants though.
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