I guess it's a good thing that I've "signed up" for a tour of duty with The League of Extraordinary Bloggers, because it gives me a challenge every week , a topic to tackle where I might usually slack off with the updates. It's not like I can discover Fruity Yummy Mummy cereal every week, right?
Of course, even that depends on whether or not I choose to skip a week. Like I did last time or how badly I really want to with this week's topic. Sometimes I just don't have anything worth saying, which is especially true this time around...
Hello, my name is… Tell us a little about yourself — even if we all know who you are, there are plenty of new folks wondering if you’re in fact a dog.
I almost wish that I were a dog, because I feel like then I would have something worth talking about. Although, even in canine-form, I doubt I'd be living a very interesting life. No solving mysteries or rescuing Timmies from wells or dog-fights with the Red Baron on Christmas Eve for this pup.
Eh, I've always been more of a cat-person anyway.
See, there you go. We're off to a fantastic start!
Fact Number One: Likes cats.
Fact Number Two: Is not a real vampire, but does dislike sunlight. Possibly part-Mogwai.
Fact Number Four: The Count can't count, but can make obscure Camper Van Beethoven references.
Fact Number Five: Gives awful advice. Relationship to Wilson W. Wilson, Jr. unknown, but unlikely.
Fact Number Six: Occasionally fits into Boys' XXL tees, despite being way too old to be wearing them.
Fact Number Seven: Is not Zooey Deschanel. Cannot pull off those bangs. Sorry, New Girl, I tried.
Fact Number Eight: Suffers from Frankenstein's Monster forehead.
8.1: "I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
Fact Number Nine: Points an awful lot. Not sure why.
Fact Number Ten: Occasionally devours enemies and transforms them into eggs.
Fact Number Eleven: Rumored to be appearing in latest Super Smash Bros. game. No, wait, that's Mega Man. I'm nowhere near as cool as Mega Man, but may be a little taller.
Fact Number Twelve: One time I met Quentin Tarantino while working at a video-store and DID NOT RECOGNIZE HIM. Probably the most embarrassing moment in my life and that's including the time I burst into tears in front of the entire class in third grade because I couldn't draw the Abominable Snowman and my team lost a round of Win, Lose or Draw and it was all my fault.
Fact Number Thirteen: Traumatized by the death of Ramona's cat, Picky-Picky, in the pages of Ramona Forever, which was read aloud to my class in, uh, third grade. I guess 1990 was an emotional year for me?
Hello, my name is Brian and this was really dreadful, huh?
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