Craige tagged me a couple of days ago and I wasn't paying attention.
Sorry Craige.
I'm not usually one for memes and whatnot. Longtime readers will know that's a complete lie, and this new stance is wholly because I'm not popular enough of late, but the snooty anti-meme pretence helps me maintain a modicum of self-respect. Seeing as I'm in a Sir Postalot sort of mood today, why the hell not?
Okay, so the point of the meme is to post 7 random things about yourself.
1. The contents of my bag are:
Front Zipper Pouch:
-Two pencils - one mechanical, one traditional.
-A Staedler Mars Plastic Eraser.
-One pen, Sanford Uni-ball ONYX micro, in blue.
-Eight business cards (mine) held together by an elastic band.
-One small key, location of lock it matches unknown
-Three US dimes, two US pennies and a British five pence piece
-Five keys for my apartment building and one for the mailbox, on a Varsity keyring.
-One pocket-watch style compass, held closed by an elastic band.
-One small wooden clothes peg.
First section:
-One small yellow legal writing pad covered with scrawled comic script ideas
-One elastic band
-Two receipts from Borders bookstore, one from a birthday card purchase, another from purchasing Bach's Brandenburg Concertos 4-6 on CD.
-One pair of Sony MDR-V150 headphones, black.
Middle pouch:
-A wad of important receipts I should really file
-One 30Gb iPod, white.
Second section:
-PopCo a novel by Scarlett Thomas, paperback advance reading copy.
-A paycheck dated July 13th, 2007
-Two unidentifiable plastic wrappers, possibly from a birthday card and a CD
-Two large paper clips, steel
-One piece of paper from a reserved library book with borrower code and initials printed on, badly crumpled
-One 5.5"x8.5" Strathmore Premium Recycled Sketchbook
Back pouch:
-Three paper napkins, crumpled
-One yellow post-it note, crumpled, old note to boss. 'Will get drawings to you by Monday'
-Four receipts, crumpled: Strand ($2.95 for manga 'Samurai Deeper'), Subway ($6.28, Turkey Breast and Ham sub with chips and drink), Brooklyn Burger Bar ($53.50, Dinner for two, I think), La Placita de Brooklyn (our local supermarket: no idea)
-One pen, Sanford Uni-ball ONYX micro, in black.
-One pop-up map of Manhattan
-One hole into the bag lining.
AAAAAH messing with your mind now, aren't I? that was a meme within a meme. A memememe, if you will.
2. I like carrying an umbrella around with me when it's not raining. English stereotypes aside, it's a prop. It's something to do with your hands when you're walking. You can balance it on your palm, use it like a walking stick, poke your wife with it, reach out and stop the elevator doors from closing with it...the possibilities are not quite endless but nonetheless pleasantly vast.
3. In the strangest, only pop-culture-related dream I have ever had to date, the other morning saw me waking up after walking along a boardwalk giving generic life and relationship advice to Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake after a big party held to retire an Isle of Wight pleasure cruise steamboat. I have never been so bewildered by my subconscious.
4. I am routinely flabbergasted by litterbugs. This morning I watched a man at a stop sign drop a match out of his car window, and then reach for a cigarette packet and throw it out as well. I swore involuntarily and one of the Jehovah's Witnesses near my subway stop looked shocked at me. I cannot understand how anyone could do this. I often rehearse conversations in my head...of going up to people who just drop shit in the streets mere feet from trash cans and asking if they think the city they live in is clean...because they're the ones making it so dirty.
Perhaps I'm confused and maybe a little jealous that there are people who give no thought whatsoever to the implications of their actions, however small they seem to be. I'm not sure I could live like that.
5. Two commonly found Internet arguments bring me to the brink of chipping in, even when I know there is no way I could write anything to sway proponents of the opposite mindset: Creationists vs. Evolutionists, and Environmentalists vs. um......Twats I suppose.
6. I occasionally get a craving for the hob-nob-esque oat biscuits you used to get in NAAFI ration packs. There. That's enigmatic for you...unless you know what I'm talking about, in which case, you don't happen to know where I can get some, do you?
7. I've been fiddling with this post so long I need to go to the toilet now.
That'll do, right?
I'm not going to tag anyone to do this, because...um, I don't know, actually. You can volunteer in the comments - and remember...you can post seven one-line things.
Only I didn't because I'm feeling garrulous.
You know, with the accent, you could totally get away with yelling at litterbugs.
"I am routinely flabbergasted by litterbugs. This morning I watched a man at a stop sign drop a match out of his car window, and then reach for a cigarette packet and throw it out as well."
Yeah. Same here. My wife goes through the roof when she sees that. You'll find it hard to believe, but even in America they litter. God, do they ever. Someone will stuff themselves with a MacDonalds dinner, then dump every thing out the car window. Mothers will toss used Pampers on the ground.
My dad was an absolute stickler for not littering. I thought he was pretty extreme then, but I'm glad for the training now. As a consequence, I never so much as toss a gum wrapper.
With you it's all memememememememe, isn't it?
;-)
I thought that was quite a good description of most memes, Mr.D...