>The Combat Philosopher tagged me for the 8 Things meme (or “game” as he prefers to call it). Since I seem to be the last person to do it, I doubt you really need an explanation, but for the few readers I have who are not bloggers, I will explain. The tagged blogger is supposed to list 8 random and preferably surprising or interesting things about him/herself and then tag 8 more people to do it. After reading the Combat Philosopher’s 8 Things, I’m afraid mine won’t be all that interesting! And since I did that 100 Things meme (over many posts last summer) I’m also worried about repeating myself. But here goes:
1. I have petted a lion cub and an orangutan (not at the same time) and look on both moments as ones of sheer pleasure and wonder, never to be forgotten. The lion cub encounter was at the Vienna Zoo when I was 9 years old (I did not, btw, set free the bears). The orangutan was at the LA Zoo and I was 32.
2. My siblings entered me in a kiddie beauty contest when I was young enough that I have absolutely no memory of this — I have only their word.
3. I once stole, er, “borrowed” a fake, 6-foot totem pole from a fraternity (as a prank). I simply walked out with it while they were holding a party. I thought about holding it for ransom, but then just returned it mysteriously in the middle of the night, leaving it outside their house, ringing the doorbell repeatedly, and running away.
4. Sometimes, when I’m talking (in conversation, in class, wherever) I have the sense that there are two simultaneous versions of me: one talking, the other listening and, usually, thinking, “Omigod, did you really just say that?”
5. I once shocked an audience of about 1000 at the Cambridge Union by starting a floor speech with the phrase “I’ve had sex.” The thing is, the TV personality who spoke right before me said much the same thing but said it more euphemistically, and no one was shocked. Funny what words can do.
6. I used to be incapable of telling a joke or funny story. I was that person who started trying to tell it and then interrupted herself to say, “Wait, that’s not how it goes…” Oy. (As a friend in college said, “Virago, you’re funny just being you.”) So I worked on memorizing a few jokes. Except, for some reason, the only jokes I now know are dirty ones. Then when I had to go to traffic school and picked “comedy traffic school” (don’t ask — it’s an LA thing, I think), and the comedian needed a break and asked us to tell jokes, I was the only one in the room who knew any. But they were all dirty. So we asked if anyone would be offended, and everyone said no, and the comedian gave me the go ahead. So I went from being the person who couldn’t tell a joke to save her life to the one who told dirty jokes in front of an audience. Apparently, I’m incapable of moderation when I take on a new project (cf. my marathon running).
7. At least three of my ex-boyfriends have names that sound fake, or like comic book characters, and two of them were (and still are) named Guy. So a friend of mine used to tell people, “She’s dated only two guys.” (That’s not really a fact about me, I guess, but I find it amusing.)
8. In my college application essay, I compared myself to a Magritte painting, a Woody Allen movie, and a John Irving novel. That’s just plain bizarre. Ceci n’est pas un pipe!
I’m supposed to tag people, but given how I feel kind of pressured by memes, even as I appreciate being tagged, I’ll do the cop-out thing and say, if you want to do it, be my guest!