Pandy Interviews Me
This blogging stuff is strange, sometimes. What is a "meme" or a "tagboard?" There are games that seem to go around from blog to blog, and I have yet to engage in any (the grand exception being the balderdash game—if you haven't been there for awhile, do go look. We're working on "taraxacum").
But an "interview" seems fairly straightforward, and I figured, yeah, I could do that, 'cause I know what it means. So when I saw the interview game (and I call it a "game" for the lack of something better to call it) on Pandy's blog, I volunteered.
Pandy: What is currently your favorite game (board or otherwise)?
Me: I like all sorts of games—card games, board games, video games, playing tag with my clueless and enthusiastic toddler…
The only problem with cat-baiting this particular cat is that he is a bit too smart. If I put my hand under a blanket, say, and twitch it around appealingly like a wee lost mouse, he will glance at my hand twitching under the blanket, crouch, and...spring for my unprotected upper arm.
I have many scars from playing this game.
Pandy: If you could only eat one food for the next year (I won't say "for the rest of your life", that's just unreasonable), what would you pick?
Me: *sigh* Chocolate, hands down. Who needs nutrition when your taste buds are happy and your butt is as big as a houseboat?
Pandy: What's your pet peeve?
Me: Honestly, dishonesty. Or, more specifically, people who live in denial. And no, I am not one of these people. No, no, no. Not me.
Pandy: What are the last three books you read?
Me: Hmm...read for the first time, or the very last thing I put down? (I've been on a re-reading kick lately, and they don't really count, do they? I know it doesn't matter, no one cares, but I can't help pickin' the nit.) Bah.
Last three books (rereads)- Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
- The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale
- a whole slew of Jane Austen novels that I read one right after the other so I'm going to count them as one book, including, but not limited to, Sense and Sensibility, Lady Susan, Northanger Abbey, Pride and Prejudice
- Enthusiasm by Polly Shulman—meh. YA romance. It was...okay.
- I am the Messenger by Markus Zusak—I really liked this one until the end, which got a little gimmicky for me.
- Midnighters series by Scott Westerfeld—Liked these. They are definitely on my reread list.
Me: Pickles. You can carry them in your pocket a little easier (although wagons are much less sticky).
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You wanna play? Here are the rules:
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. (If you don't have a blog, well—I guess you could do it in the comments section of this post, if you really, really want to.)
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the
same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
16 comments:
Okay...I'll bite.
Interview me.
But...can it wait for just a few days? I've got to finish my last paper and it's due on Monday...well, perhaps Tuesday if I have as much trouble as I think I'll have getting it done. You would think I might have found some way to be a better time-manager by now...sigh.
You are funny, what is a muskadillo?
Is it like roadkill?
Did I just ask if it is like Road Kill? I don't know why..
Muskrat Armadillo cross-breed?
Okay, apologies to your rapidly swelling head, but you so just earned the privilege of having me subscribe to your blog. =P
Christina--check your email when you're ready to start.
pj--welcome! Um--wow, you made that leap pretty quickly, from something animal-like to something animal-like and dead. Better keep my eye on you...
Kimberly--YES! How DID you know?
I suppose I'll have to do a post on it sometime, just to explain how the muskadillo came to be...
I"m afraid of your questions. Can I trust you?
I thought it was a musk ox and an armadillo.
Jasper is a nut. People become like their pets? Or pets become like their people?
is a muskadillo a cross between an armadillo and pinky tuskadillo (from happy days ... the girlfriend of the fonz)? he he
no, i know, it is a cross between pinky tuskadillo and musk colonge!
Pickles are gross and I find their promotion on your blog to be both insulting and equally gross... there should be some government agency I can contact to punish these types of social perversions of the truth. To all you people out there in internet-land - pickles are not a joke - they are gross and smell bad. Do not be fooled by the comments of this DUCK!
Pickles are in-fact the Frankenstein’s Monster of vegetables - evil, re-incarnated, vegetables of the dead - whose sole purpose is to frighten and poison people. They rot in jars for thousands of years soaking in what is essentially vegetable formaldehyde, scheming and plotting their vengeance till the day they escape their death-tomb to invade the bellies of their unsuspecting victims.
Make your choices in life wisely and never choose a pickle over a wagon kiddies.
This comment brought to you by the Pickle League on Safety and National Offense. PLS-NO!
Umm...thanks, Nate.
I still stand by my choice however. Pickles do fit in your pcoket better than wagons.
(But what is a pcoket?)
so grateful--pinky tuskadillo? Really? That was her name?
For all I know, she could be a mother of a muskadillo.
hi wynne: thanks for stopping by today. you made me smile.
i don't remember exactly what her name was .. something like pinky tuskadillo or tuskadearo. it's what i think of when i see your muskadillo word.
~happy night, kathleen :)
ps. word verfication reminds me of "you numbskull." he he
By the way, I've completed my last paper...Huzzah! I'm now working on your interview and it should be up today or tomorrow. Thanks!
Don't know if you're still playing, or if you'll even see this... but, I'll play... interview me. I think I'm more curious about the questions you'll ask, rather than the answers I might give :D
Sure, melissa. If you ever read this, send me an email -- muskadillo at hotmail dot com.
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