You know the rules by now, so I'm tempted to rebel, to push against the norm and to strike a blow for freedom. It's only a temptation though, so I'll bung the rules out below, just to stick to the rules.
You must:
Link the tagger and list these rules.
Share 7 facts about yourself. Some random and some weird.
Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Here I go then. The 7 facts about me are:
1. Right now my hair is going through a totally motherfucking crazy phase.
Sharon (my hairdresser) and I came up with a plan to grow it out a bit and give it more texture. She only gave it a light trim last time, told me to grow it a bit, come back in about 4 weeks to have it trimmed and all would be good. She neglected to mention that she'd be away for about a week so, when I rang to book the appointment, I was told that she's away until next Sat 14th.
I dare not go to another hairdresser, that isn't an option. So long and wild hair, a bit like one of those devil dancing fellows, is the order of the day.
2. What if it's all a game?
About 15 years ago I used to play a very early version of Sim City, that simulation game where you build cities. The smarter of you may have guessed that from the title of the game. I lost interest in it and now I can't remember how to play it at all. But one thing from it does stick in my mind. I recollect once, while playing it, a newspaper article popped up in my city's daily paper. It proclaimed that scientists had discovered that the city did not actually exist, that it was actually a simulation played on someone's computer for amusement. This amused me and made me think. What if we don't exist? What if our world, our country or our city is just a fantasy played out on God's computer? What if the millions and millions of years of evolution are merely 5 minutes in God's lunchbreak? What kind of sandwiches does God have for lunch? Who makes them?
3. I wear many hats.
Metaphorical ones that is. Yet the only one that fits me with total comfort, that feels like a soft silk sarong, is that of a drummer. I'm no master of the art by any means, I just love to do it. I lose myself when I'm playing and it gives me a type of enjoyment that is unique in my life. I also hold a strange belief that many Sri Lankans have an innate sense of rhythm, that it's in the blood somehow.
4. Feet matter to me.
When checking out a member of the opposite sex feet are vitally important to me. Toes, the top bit and the padded bottom bit must all look good to get the Rhythmic D stamp of approval. That Warrior Bee woman has lovely feet I must admit, as has a certain blogging Sansoni, not the photographer one!
5. I don't like dogs.
I don't mean they repulse me or that I've started an internet campaign to have them banned throughout the world, just that I'm indifferent about them. I can stroke the odd one, I can give it a friendly pat and chuck a ball for it to fetch, but I'm no dog person. I'm not really a pet person at all actually. The only pets I like are drum or elephant shaped ones.
6. There are so many countries in the world but....
If someone said to me that I would never be able to visit any of them except Sri Lanka, I'd be quite happy with that. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing though!
7. My first car
Was an orange Beetle, registration HRY 113L. My Dad bought it for me when I was about 19 and I look back on it with huge fondness. It was a 1300L, so had the acceleration of a fully laden Sri Lankan bus on its way from Kandy to Nuwara Eliya. I drove it for about 2 years without any problems. I sold it and bought an MGB Roadster, PGN 131P. They were cars with character.
That's it then.
I choose to tag some unlikely candidates. Waking the dead, so to speak, and a few who are very alive:
1. S. She of Hot Chocolate fame. I don't know what happened. She returned, then she went. It was one of my favourite blogs and I'd be one of many who would love to see a new post, even a random 7 one.
2. Childof25. We all know that Tiny Little Fractures is lying dormant, like one of those ghost ships in a Star Trek episode. But N lurks out there, commenting occasionally and posting on his photography blog. So come on, just a 7!
3. Lady Luck. Where are you, come back and write stuff.
4. Voice In Colombo. I know he's been busy having kids and things, but I miss him.
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6. Bea.
7. The Unbound Urchin. Does he only blog about deep and serious things? We'll see.
There, I'm done now.
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