I usually do not like “memes” or viral bloggy games and tests that never cumulate or provide us with sound statistical charts but I am too lazy to stick by my usual paper standards this morning. Why? Nils has a good post following on one of these themey-thingies called 5 Things I’ve Done That You Probably Haven’t. Nils are pretty good – except that he is in the entertainment industry and a former radiohead so all his access to celebrities are cheat-a-ramas of the umpteenth degree. And frankly, Nils, anyone who has tried and failed to waterski has waterskied upside-down if only for a moment.
So what have I done? My mind is drawn to celebrity and thinks I ought to go without reference to current work related things:
- I spoke with Tony Randall in passing (who hasn’t);
- I taught Billy Bragg to play bar room shuffleboard (rehash, yawn);
- I invented the term “vitamin K” for Keiths ale (and I am sticking by that one);
- and…and…good lord…I really am dull…
See, this is why I am no good at these things. I think of things like “I didn’t really like the pie at Helen’s of Michias but really enjoyed the view and the staff’s pleasant attitude” or “I was very happy when me and my grannie-in-law did shooters the night the Jays won the World Series”. So, if you know me, please tell me what I did that makes me as cool as Nils. Hmmm. I did participate in the invention of the one-afternoon game called “bumball” where five-a-side boot a soccer ball high in the air towards the other team and one of them has to trap the ball only with their arse without falling at which time the entire group shouts “BUMBAAAALLLL” as loudly as they can. It was undergrad and it was just before, during or after happy hour…I think.
Bonus comment worth saving:
this is so much showing off. it’s a matter of time until we get to the most unusal places we’ve had sex. it’s only a matter of time until this blog becomes some sad facimile of the newlywed game if nils keeps name dropping and you tell that tired old billy bragg story one more time in your life. y’all get over yourselves. and, by the way when i met jane siberry, i said “holy fuck, you’re jane siberry!”, the same thing i said to stompin tom, only it was “holy fuck you’re stompin tom!” you see how silly this is? you see what you made me all do. this is madness. let’s move on.