Normal

It came out a while ago, and I thought that I had finally escaped being tagged with a meme. The worst thing is, I had seen it making the rounds, and had even tried to do it, in the event that someone should stick me with it. I had no luck then, and I've had no luck now that Cathy has seen fit to shove it off on me. Seriously, I've tried to do this right, and do it honest, and it ain't working. I just can't come up with six weird habits. For real.

I'm probably the most normal person that I know. Hell... the most normalest person that you know. But I did my best to come up with something for you folks. I spent hours lying in wait, trying to catch myself in the act of some strange habit. Eventually, I decided that I'd try the old Spanish Inquisition techniques to extract a confession. I had the fish hooks and weights all lined up for my satchel, the vise ready for my fingers, and the branding irons heated and ready to go, but I somehow managed to avoid myself each and every time. A whole week wasted. I came to the conclusion that someone as prepared as I am cannot be anything but normal.

That said, I did manage to find two things that could be considered weird. First, is my normalaciousness. It is so over the top, that one might be inclined to think it weird. And it's always active, so it could be considered a habit. Thus, one weird habit. Weak, yes, I know. Deal.

The second weird habit is that I'm more than willing to hang out with a bunch of weird bloggers. And think nothing of it. And do it as often as I can. Frickin' weird, I'd say.

Sorry if this is a bit lame, but I tried. Now, I've got to get back to weaving navel lint...

Posted by That 1 Guy at February 24, 2007 03:04 AM | TrackBack