It seems the tag/meme demons are afoot again, and just in time for the silly season. Now why am I so not surprised?
First of all Scarlett and then Christine tagged me to do the Christmas meme. I told Scarlett I'd like to be excused since Christmas and I really don't get along well. She graciously excused me. Then Christine tagged me too, and so, taking a line from one of the comments on her blog, I said, if I had to write 12 favourite things about Christmas, could I please just put down Christmas tree 12 times.
So here go my 12 favourite things about Christmas - Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees. There, done!
Then I was tagged by PJ - or rather, I was infected....
A blogger named, Splotchy recently started a viral story, then tagged SamuraiFrog, who subsequently infected PJ who decided to kindly (not!) infect me - as if I haven't had enough bugs to deal with lately!
PJ wrote, from Splotchy's blog: "As Spiderman knows, with great power comes great responsibility, so I hope that my particular strain of this virus will infect loads more bloggers (like crabs but without the itching).
Here are the terms & conditions:
“This has probably been done before, but that is not stopping me, oh no.
Here’s what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don’t know how realistic it is, but that’s what I’m aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.
If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it’s okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that’s five interesting threads the story spins off into.
Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours.”
So, here goes:
I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)
My first idea was to put the applesauce in the microwave. Hey, I was still tired. Could I scoop some out and put whipped cream on it? No, too solid. Why was it so damn cold in here? I walked over to the thermostat and saw that the heat hadn’t clicked on all night and the temperature had dropped substantially overnight. Now, tired and hungry, I opened the access panel on the heater. There’s the problem: why was someone cooking a duck in here? (SamuraiFrog)
I grabbed the bird and bit into a leg. It tasted like cheese. Or chicken. What kind of weird duck was this? I spat out the rancid meat and threw the rest of the duck in the bin.
Jackson strode into the kitchen, his short dreadlocks bouncing lightly around his face.
“Is my duck ready yet?” he said as he turned towards me. “Hey man, put some clothes on!”
Shit, I had forgotten to put on my boxers. (PJ)
Which explained why I was so damned cold. I grabbed a tea towel and tried to make myself look half decent.
Jackson snorted, "You'd do better with a fig leaf!" Yeah, well, whatever.
"So, where's my bird?" Jackson asked.
"In the bin," I snapped, "where it should be - thing died long, long ago."
"You binned my bird?" Jackson's eyes had started to bulge with rage. "Why you..."
"It would've killed you," I yelled as he lunged at me, the breadknife in his hand. "Damn! It was only an off-duck!" (Absolute Vanilla)
So, of course, to keep the tag demons alive, I'm going to send this one on to...
Scarlett (heh heh)
Christine (tee hee)
Shameless
Canterbury Soul
and
Kyklops
And now I'm going to hide before Christmas and anymore tag/meme demons try to get me!
No comments:
Post a Comment