Monday, July 21, 2008

It's All About Meme






















My friend blogger over at Bubblegum Culture recently did the super-flattering meme thing and gave "Welcome to Bethville!" a total shout-out, and I, a neglectful boob, have yet to return the favor. Because I am a neglectful boob and entirely too self-absorbed for words.

So here we go with the meme thing. These are the rules:

The rules are to link the person who sent it to you, mention these rules in your blog, then (the fun part) tell us about 6 random, unspectacular quirks that you possess. Then tag 6 others to do the same.


In short, it's like a blogging pyramid scheme because you bring a whole bunch of people in, and no one ever makes any money at it.

Here are my quirks of unspectatularness:

1. Despite any references I make that could, in theory, make me sound intelligent, my brain only has the capacity to alternate between the subjects of food and sex. Which is why I enjoy eating and discussing sausage so very much. Because it doesn't require much thought from me.

2. I try words from Harry Potter spells when I play Scrabulous, even though I know they won't be accepted. "Scourgify!" "Patronum!" "Crucio!" "Leviosa!"

3. I talk to myself. More than I would ever admit here. If someone catches me, I pretend I was talking to my cat.

4. If I call you my friend, we are probably in some form of competition you don't know about right this second. If you say something hilarious, I try to say something funnier. If you say you baked the best cookies ever, I will set out to prove that mine are more delicious. If you read a book in one night, I will go get it from the library in order to read it faster. In my defense, I don't even realize I'm doing it until the competition is well underway. Also, if I call you my friend, you've probably had the good grace, thus far, to not mention this annoying quirk of mine.

5. I am terrible at keeping secrets. Especially if I've been drinking. So don't tell me any secrets. Unless I really, really want to know. If you tell me that you're dating someone but not to tell anybody, I've already told. (Trust that it was no one horrible.) If I buy you a Christmas present, you will know what it is within ten minutes of its purchase.

6. If you invite me to your party, I will start planning on when I should get ready when I wake up that morning. During the day, I'll look at the clock and think, "Four more hours until I have to shower."

Here are my tags:

Please, have a bowl of eternal aesthetics by one of my favorite people, Miss Greta Wendelin.

And then, there's Gotta Drop a Blog in the Corner, which is apparently a new blogging endeavor by my friend t.c.

Followed up by All the Blues That's Fit to Print by the hilarious Lalaland13.

And then, there's this gem that I uncovered by snooping around on people's Facebook profiles. Grumpy Words, written in part by my friend Morgan.

And who could forget this blog by my friend Jenn: Knowledge is power, work towards it.

Finally, we have Sum of Two Drunks by my glorious friend Nicole.

Also, I believe my friend Laia over at Geometric Sleep tagged me as well.

But, Laia, I simply cannot tell you 7 songs I'm listening to right now. Because all the typing I've just done has given me terminal carpal tunnel syndrome. And I want to spend my last moments on Earth either eating or screwing.

Therefore, I conclude here.

19 comments:

fitforafemme said...

I do #6 allthefuckingtime, for as long as I can remember. Guess what? My stupid jackass is STILL always late.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

Hahahaha....I'm usually ready annoyingly early.

laia. said...

wuss!!!!



(also, get bacon)

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

Does that cure terminal carpal tunnel syndrome?

Bacon = cured
Cure = bacon?

Jenn said...

Yes! I got a shout out on Bethville! Now I can go up to people and say "Don't you KNOW me? Once I re-start blogging regularly I'm going to be the most famous blogger/writer/pt esl teacher ever!" Bow down fools.

badenbaden said...

You just linked to my blog! That means I should probably update it, since my blogging partner is in Spain all month.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

Woo hoo! I'm going to have to give you guys shout-outs more often. It's a commenting explosion up in here.

pamelina said...

IS THAT LUCY!!!???
hahahaha.

one day i will blog and u will love it.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

NO! But isn't it perfect? It looks just like her.

Unfortunately, Lucy would have me murdered if I put an outfit on her. Also, she has more dandruff than this cat. :)

You should blog, pamelina. Why don't you???

laia. said...

i dont know. do you need an excuse to eat bacon?
im pretty sure you dont.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

I was actually craving a BLT this morning. Perhaps this weekend...

But I have a mortal fear of bacon juice spattering me, so I have to cook with gloves on.

Jen said...

Scourgify should be a real word, just because it's awesome.

Scrabulous (and Scrabble, for that matter) don't consider "ew" a word. This pisses me off.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

I use scourgify all the time. It's an excellent word.

I get annoyed with WordTwist when the list is incomplete. For instance, one time I tried to type in lye, and it wouldn't accept it. I seriously could not go on playing until it accepted that word.

fitforafemme said...

I had a BLT for lunch today, and b BLT I mean butter + wheat bread + bacon. Mm.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

What, no mayo?

bubblegumculture.com said...

Like you and fitforafemme, I also do #6 all the time. And I too, still manage to always be late.

Also, without food and sex, I'd be practically thoughtless.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

But think of how much work you would get done. :)

jody! said...

for the record, you kept the secret of my kansas flea market gift a secret. for close to a week! so add a seventh quirk.... known to accidentally lie.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

Ah, yes. Thank you for pointing that out. I have been known to keep secrets about certain things. I think my inability to keep secrets really comes when someone tells me to keep something secret and it's either A) really exciting news or B) something dumb.

Not ruining a surprise is of great importance to me. Therefore, I didn't tell. I even wrapped it.