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'Cause garfeimao said so

Since you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged, and list their names. No tag backs.

1. Even though (a) my hair hasn't been longer than jaw-length in five years, (b) I don't expect it to ever be so again, and (c) it was always too fine to do a whole lot with when it was longer (which is the primary reason for a and b), I have a whole vanity-drawerful of hair doodads, and can't bring myself to get rid of any of them. Very, very occasionally a few of them will come in useful (usually either for a wig or for someone else), but most haven't been worn in up to a decade. I just keep thinking I'll suddenly need them as soon as they're gone. For the most part, I'm really not a packrat. But about this particular point I am. Maybe it's somehow attached to the fantasy of having substantial hair, which I never have and never will.

2. I buy Cadbury's Creme Eggs in bulk before Easter and stash them in disparate corners of the freezer. Ideally I forget where some of them are, so I can discover them late in the year when I thought they were gone.

3. I can be moved to the point of tears with sympathy over suffering that is not only imaginary but entirely satirical. This is referred to as the "Starving Gumpling Effect," after a running joke on a long bus ride to a track meet in ninth grade. One of the seniors was nicknamed Gump, and he just barely made it to the bus one hellaciously early Saturday morning. I don't remember exactly how, but this led to jokes about his abandoning "Mrs. Gump and all the little Gumplings" -- none of whom existed -- complete with joking accusations that he was leaving the poor little Gumplings alone to starve while he went swanning off to a track meet. Being fourteen and therefore hormonally-scrambled in addition to having a vivid imagination, I couldn't get the image of the starving Gumplings out of my head for the whole rest of the day, and actually started crying over it a couple times, all while being fully aware of the absurdity of the reaction. That was fun to explain, lemme tell ya. I'm no longer fourteen by a long shot, but still have the vivid imagination, and this sort of thing will still occasionally happen.

4. I carry a seamstress' tape measure in my purse. This is eminently practical, as there is no point in wasting my time trying on a pair of pants with an inseam any shorter than 33 inches, but people always look at me funny.

5. My "aura" warning that I have a migraine coming on most commonly takes the form of random flashes of completely insignificant memories, such as an image of being in the outdoor lunch area of the middle school I went to for half of sixth grade, with nothing in particular going on.

6. brainiacfive once identified me, from a distance of approximately thirty yards in a crowded amusement park, by my scream.

If you wanna, consider yourself tagged. :-)


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Jun. 1st, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
My Dad recognized me from the wheelhouse of a barge on the Mississippi River when I was standing on the shore by my hair color, not knowing I'd even be in Whittenburg that day. It's amazing how some people can recognize things like that.
Jun. 1st, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)
Human beings are fantastically good at pattern matching.
Jun. 2nd, 2006 05:25 am (UTC)
Thanks, that was fascinating!

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