A Name Meme

The irony here is that I usually hate memes, however, I was having a discussion with a couple of friends where we were using other friends names as verbs. There are the obvious ones:

Keene – to inadvertently out one of your message board alts by forgetting to log out before you post again.

Mamatized - when you’ve been handed your butt in an online argument, dispute, or otherwise been shown to be just plain wrong about life and thought.

Haringa-d – when you’ve been handed your butt grammar Nazi-style.

Now, granted, this came up after someone said they had Mauriced in public [1) to annoy or otherwise be unnecessarily sarcastic; 2) a semi-drunken verbal rampage that involves being annoying or otherwise overly sarcastic, though usually ending in declarations of love and/or use of a “preacher’s voice”.] So, choosing five friends, I continue the tradition:

Lauren – to become obsessive compulsive about every aspect of your life or routine. Also known as a Ro.

Rolfingsmeyer – to start a project, bubble with a plethora of ideas about it, only to have the idea fizzle by the wayside as yet another project unfinished. (Specifically, this is referred to as a Rob. The Marcia is when one is playing a game of Magic the Gathering and pull a random/unprovoked/illogical attack on a player which results in your demise in the next turn.)

Stephen noises – when a generally quiet person clears their throat in preparation of saying something. This includes the resultant pause in all conversation as everyone awaits the pronouncement.

Harp – to prematurely destroy something you’ve created because it isn’t coming out the way you imagined.

West - to have a teddy bear-like innocent love of all things horror related.

Consider yourselves tagged.


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Like I really Care What People Think

Okay, I was talked into doing this. Think of it as a game to see how well you (think you) know me.

The Johari Window was invented by Joseph Luft and Harrington Ingham in the 1950s as a model for mapping personality awareness. By describing yourself from a fixed list of adjectives, then asking your friends and colleagues to describe you from the same list, a grid of overlap and difference can be built up.

Here’s my Johari Window.

The Nohari Window is a challenging inversion of the Johari Window, using antonyms of the original words. By describing your failings from a fixed list of adjectives, then asking your friends and colleagues to describe you from the same list, a grid of perceived and unrecognized weaknesses can be explored.

Here’s my Nohari Window.

This will be interesting (read: an exercise in self-absorption).


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I’m The Originator - Meme Day

ENTP - The "Originator"
Temperament: NT (Intellectual)
Primary Function: Extraverted Intuition
Population: 3% (4.5% male, 1.5% female)




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Yes, My Message Board IS Scary

Yes, it’s another Pink Night of the Soul. My sister (who sends her thanks for everyone’s prayers) is back as a MOD on my board and felt like declaring her presence.

*sigh*

I’d like to once again apologize. Consider it technical difficulties that are taking longer than expected to fix. Remember, two things: one, it is part a horror message board, so of course we expects sights that might send a person away screaming; and two, you can always go back in time and look at your favorite board(s) and “remember when …” Since I’m preparing to go out of town to a convention while planning my own, for now, a meme:

How Much is Your Life Worth?

Your Life Is Worth...

$596,500

How Much Is Your Life Worth?

Apparently I also need to increase my insurance.


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Thinking Bloggers

I’ve been tagged with a meme by a blogger who has just come to my attention. Apparently I make someone think. Woo-hoo!

Of course, I have to come up with five bloggers who make me think. It’s not like Scot McKnight, Rich Vincent, or Brian Keene need anymore blog love. So how about:

Anthony Smith

Rod Garvin

Wrath James White

Matt Cardin

Marc Davidson

And though I wish Lauren David and Andre Daley wrote more often, Jay Lake actually blogs more than I do.

Also, I took a look at Don Imus, then Reverends Sharpton and Jackson, and I wrap up my take on this whole mess by examining the role of hip hop in our culture with my Intake column “I Used to Love HER”.


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Five Things

Apparently I have been tagged. This is a pretty tough list to compile since I’m a pretty open book and blog about anything that pops into my head. Do you want me to link to my previous blogs of embarrassing medical mishaps (from lactating part I and part II to the catheter incident)?

1. I collect things. Sure, there are the comic books. I also collect salt and pepper shakers. China patterns (Russel Wright American Modern and Fire King stuff). Not to mention shot glasses and DVDs. You pick the obsession, I have compulsed it.

2. I am convinced I am going to die from some sort of brain disorder, probably a stroke but I haven’t ruled out an aneurism. I don’t have a fear of death as much as a fear of incapacitation or losing “who I am.” All that to say that I have only seen the season finale of Homicide: Life on the Streets season 4 once and have great difficulty watching Andre Braugher’s performance during season 5. Oh, Homicide: Life on the Streets is my favorite television show of all time.

3. Sadly, I am a direct descendant of Captain Morgan. Yes, that Captain Morgan. This comes from my mother’s side of the family, the Jamaican side.

4. I have a fear of heights and a fear of open water. This practically translates into a fear of bridges, too. I’d like to apologize to my fellow drivers on I-65 between Kentucky and Indiana. However, crossing the Ohio River is usually done white-knuckled and at 20 m.p.h.

5. I have had my identity stolen. I have retained dual citizenship as I’m an American, but was England born. I moved to America when I was pretty young and lost my British accent almost immediately (on purpose, actually: it’s tough enough being “the new kid”, trying to fit in, without people always coming up to you saying “say something English for us”). Anyway, a distant cousin apparently took my information and is living in England as “Maurice Broaddus”. The reason I know is because my aunt busted him. She didn’t tell me then, only after he pissed her off over money.

I’ll throw in a freebie that obviously some people don’t know: I hate being tagged with stuff. But, in the spirit of cyber community, I hereby tag Lauren, Anthony, and Wrath (Lord help us with stuff we don’t know about Wrath).


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