I got blog meme-tagged by my Interwebs friend Bryan, so I will hereby follow the rules and tell you some things about myself you didn’t know you wanted to know.
The rules are as follows:
1. Link to the person that tagged you. (Done.)
2. Post the rules on your blog. (Done.)
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (Below.)
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (Done.)
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged. (Forthcoming.)
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So, here are six non-important things, habits, and/or quirks about me:
1. I love chips and salsa, but am very particular about it. I won’t abide most kinds of processed salsa (the kind with preservatives). If I do eat the kind of salsa you can buy in a store, I have to chop it up into pieces so small you can’t recognize individual ingredients. Preferred chips? Bite-sized Tostitos, which are round and therefore ideal for getting the last vestiges of salsa out of the bottom of the bowl. (This is well-nigh impossible with triangle-shaped chips.)
2. Rarely will I eat cookies, brownies, cake, pancakes, or waffles unless they are accompanied by 2% milk. Not skim milk. I have strong personal feelings against skim milk.
3. I can still recite the entirety of Kool Moe Dee’s old school rap, “I Go to Work,” from the 1989 album Knowledge Is King.
4. My arm (in a bright blue windbreaker) appears in the opening scene of “Wonderland,” a Peter Berg-created series on ABC about a mental institution. They were filming it while we stood in line in Times Square at the TKTS booth. I show up for less than a second during a scene in which the lead characters walk past us. The series was pretty controversial and as a result it lasted less than one season. I’m pretty sure my lack of screen time had something to do with that.
5. I can talk in very respectable (albeit outlandish) Irish and Scottish accents. But I can’t do any other accents because they all end up sounding Irish or Scottish.
6. The books on my bookshelves are organized in alphabetical order, by authors’ last names, and divided between fiction and nonfiction. They have been this way since I was in high school. I have heard of artists and design-y types organizing their bookshelves by color, and am intrigued by this — it looks pretty cool — but haven’t yet brought myself to do it. Because how would I ever find anything?
OK. Having fulfilled my duty, I am hereby tagging the following poor souls:
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