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April 2008 
Freaking Chain Blogs!
Posted on Nov 27th, 2007
by 
timelody
timelody
I was tagged by Liz . Oh, I hate chain letters. But, okay, this time I'll play. (Especially if there's going to be some money in the good fortuen it brings.)
THE RULES:
1. Link to the person's blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.
(except I like the shout out notification that I got better)
1.) I can "move my whole hair." This means, as some people can wiggle their ears, I can move my entire scalp back and forth with my unique scalpular musculature. I didn't even realize this was "strange" until I started to find out that no one else I have ever known can do it. A few feeble attempts, yes. But the only other person I am aware of who can "move his whole hair" like I is Conan O'Brien. Perhaps it's an Irish thing, but no one in my family can do it either. Now, speaking of hair . . .
2.) I have an incredibly hairy chest. No, I mean, it's literally like a carpet and has been so since I was about thirteen. The weird thing about this are that, again, it matches no one else in my family and for the longest time I was not all that particularly hairy over the rest of my body. Further, it's jet black which doesn't match the rest of the "hair set-up" either. Even weirder: I'll tell you how it happened.
3.) It began when I, as a child of the 1970s, hit puberty in the early 1980s. If you will recall, hairy chests were in then. Majorly. And this was culturally influential on my young, impressionable mind. Thus, when I saw those first 4-6 hairs pop out of my aspiring manly chest, I said "Great! I am going to have a hairy chest." And was all proud of myself. In other words, this appears to be a case of The Secret gone awry. For my timing was completely off. The manly hairs kept sprouting and making me more manly while this 70s pinnacle of masculine sexiness gradually turned into the mark of "eeewwooo." Still, I feel strangely proud to say that I have more than once heard through the grapevine that my 70s shag rug has caused teenage girls to "almost throw up." (I once tried shaving it, incidentally. There is no hope.) Perhaps, if I wait long enough, what comes around, goes around and my chest's hair's time will finally have come - making me once again the god of masculine sexual attractiveness I had originally planned for it to surley cause me to be. Although, I suppose for that to really happen, I will have to figure out how to accidentally use The Secret once again to bring back the hair that is no longer on my head. All previous attempts at this have, to date, failed . . . (I appear somehow to be continually invoking the Law of Repulsion on that one . . .)
4.) I went to a preschool for disabled children. This is because I had a speech impediment until, well, I went to that school and speech therapy for about a year until I was five. I didn't even realize it was "a special school" until at about 27 years old I asked my Mom why I went to preschool when no one else at that time in American history did. Then I remembered the kids, my friends, with all their various disabilities around me. It had never occurred to me there was anything strange or unusual about them or it. Or me. (I also learned how to ride a two wheel bike at that school that year.)
5.) Inspired by Liz, I once had an all out A+ and and then an all out F in math in one and the same school year. Further, apparently when we took the placement test for the Catholic high school I went to, I had one of the highest scores of all of the kids who had taken the same test from dozens of schools in our region and town. On most days, my mind grinds down to a screeching halt when things get too "mathy." But for some reason this module does seem to bubble up and get feisty every now and then so it probably doesn't work good just because I generally hate it.
6.) I rode a motorcycle for a year while I lived in L.A. Drove up and down the freeway in between all the cars too. This probably doesn't seem too weird in this context, but this is something people who know me have always said "That's weird" about when ever I tell them.
7.) I can make my teeth look like a vampire.
This chain blog has been tagged to the following random zaadzfolk:
Nomali, Pelle, Colin, Kerry, Daniel, Ewan, Peter
THE RULES:
1. Link to the person's blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.
(except I like the shout out notification that I got better)
1.) I can "move my whole hair." This means, as some people can wiggle their ears, I can move my entire scalp back and forth with my unique scalpular musculature. I didn't even realize this was "strange" until I started to find out that no one else I have ever known can do it. A few feeble attempts, yes. But the only other person I am aware of who can "move his whole hair" like I is Conan O'Brien. Perhaps it's an Irish thing, but no one in my family can do it either. Now, speaking of hair . . .
2.) I have an incredibly hairy chest. No, I mean, it's literally like a carpet and has been so since I was about thirteen. The weird thing about this are that, again, it matches no one else in my family and for the longest time I was not all that particularly hairy over the rest of my body. Further, it's jet black which doesn't match the rest of the "hair set-up" either. Even weirder: I'll tell you how it happened.
3.) It began when I, as a child of the 1970s, hit puberty in the early 1980s. If you will recall, hairy chests were in then. Majorly. And this was culturally influential on my young, impressionable mind. Thus, when I saw those first 4-6 hairs pop out of my aspiring manly chest, I said "Great! I am going to have a hairy chest." And was all proud of myself. In other words, this appears to be a case of The Secret gone awry. For my timing was completely off. The manly hairs kept sprouting and making me more manly while this 70s pinnacle of masculine sexiness gradually turned into the mark of "eeewwooo." Still, I feel strangely proud to say that I have more than once heard through the grapevine that my 70s shag rug has caused teenage girls to "almost throw up." (I once tried shaving it, incidentally. There is no hope.) Perhaps, if I wait long enough, what comes around, goes around and my chest's hair's time will finally have come - making me once again the god of masculine sexual attractiveness I had originally planned for it to surley cause me to be. Although, I suppose for that to really happen, I will have to figure out how to accidentally use The Secret once again to bring back the hair that is no longer on my head. All previous attempts at this have, to date, failed . . . (I appear somehow to be continually invoking the Law of Repulsion on that one . . .)
4.) I went to a preschool for disabled children. This is because I had a speech impediment until, well, I went to that school and speech therapy for about a year until I was five. I didn't even realize it was "a special school" until at about 27 years old I asked my Mom why I went to preschool when no one else at that time in American history did. Then I remembered the kids, my friends, with all their various disabilities around me. It had never occurred to me there was anything strange or unusual about them or it. Or me. (I also learned how to ride a two wheel bike at that school that year.)
5.) Inspired by Liz, I once had an all out A+ and and then an all out F in math in one and the same school year. Further, apparently when we took the placement test for the Catholic high school I went to, I had one of the highest scores of all of the kids who had taken the same test from dozens of schools in our region and town. On most days, my mind grinds down to a screeching halt when things get too "mathy." But for some reason this module does seem to bubble up and get feisty every now and then so it probably doesn't work good just because I generally hate it.
6.) I rode a motorcycle for a year while I lived in L.A. Drove up and down the freeway in between all the cars too. This probably doesn't seem too weird in this context, but this is something people who know me have always said "That's weird" about when ever I tell them.
7.) I can make my teeth look like a vampire.
This chain blog has been tagged to the following random zaadzfolk:
Nomali, Pelle, Colin, Kerry, Daniel, Ewan, Peter
Access: PublicTagged with: chain blog, 7 weird things, chest hair, scalpular musculature, motorcycle, Law of Repulsion
