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Tagged. Aren't we all.
Posted on Mar 31st, 2007
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Ron
Ron
The game goes on ~C. I used to be good at tag, or rather avoiding the tag. Also hide and seek. Found secret places and grinned until the sun went down. Anyway, the 12. At first glance it doesn't seem like I could generate a red or blue herring because it requires 11 truths. Sandra's got it easy with her viewmaster travels. Here the mundane can make it impossible. Unless you really want someone to find the untruth... hmmm. Anyone who has time for this probably does crosswords too. Hey that could be 13.
Traveled to Majorca at 19 where a guy in a gay bar told me about the Bhagavad Gita.
Sole passenger on Air Force Three , played solitaire mid-Atlantic.
Third cousin removed from Dashiell Hammet, the author of the Maltese Falcon.
Voted for Gerald Ford.
Lost my body, not my head, at a Three Dog Night Concert.
Tripped with books in hand before my four grade class whenever teacher let me.
Cancer at 39, owner of semi-colon.
Didn't love my parents until they were gone.
Carded at an R-rated movie when I was 25.
Prefer beer to wine.
Fall asleep in movies
Shoplifted as a child.
Traveled to Majorca at 19 where a guy in a gay bar told me about the Bhagavad Gita.
Sole passenger on Air Force Three , played solitaire mid-Atlantic.
Third cousin removed from Dashiell Hammet, the author of the Maltese Falcon.
Voted for Gerald Ford.
Lost my body, not my head, at a Three Dog Night Concert.
Tripped with books in hand before my four grade class whenever teacher let me.
Cancer at 39, owner of semi-colon.
Didn't love my parents until they were gone.
Carded at an R-rated movie when I was 25.
Prefer beer to wine.
Fall asleep in movies
Shoplifted as a child.
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hmm.. something a bit suspicious about number 1. I went to Jesus ( aka wiki) and he said this. Perhaps you are being tricky. Part a) of number 1 is false, but part b) true.
The other one that didn't feel quite right was number 10. ( my number key is now the designated pound sign). A poet preferring beer? Well, perhaps - if it's from a boutique brewery - Kalamazoo stout perhaps? or a 'real' ale. Yes you're an ale man I'm sure. I just can't see you slugging down a Coors Light.
Number 11? Falling asleep in movies? No! Only the boring ones surely? (eg number 12 on my list)
Hmmm is right Sandra. It's what this exercise is about. Choooose. The time for speculation is over. You're a good little snooper though. You're on the right trail. :o)
Well where is everyone? No just standing on the sidelines..
I guess I'll have to just go for the whole caboodle. Number 1, all in, is false…
I had party hats and everything Sandra. I need to get out more and make more friends. The year was 1967. I'm 19. I couldn't tell you the difference between a gay bar and a sand bar. This guy, a former art dealer, had an epiphany one day, while driving in Copenhagen. He exits his car, a Citreon, hands the keys to a pedestrian and starts walking. Six months later, he standing in front of me. He puts a cigarette out with his bare blackened foot, I give him a burger and he tells me the story. At this point all he's got is a ferry ticket to Ibiza, one mushroom and a dog-eared copy of the Gita. He said it was the most beautiful book ever written. It's all you'll ever need to know. I was intrigued. I wanted to take the ferry to where marginal humanity was hanging
but was out of time. And so I was tapped. And so, no it's not 1. For the purposes of this game, you get three more tries but you have to reinvent yourself each time, Sandra. Are you game? Are you all in?
Well, I'll tell you a secret. When I wrote my 'tagged' blog, I realised it's only fun if a few people join in. So, I was a bit tricky. I sent the link to a couple of dear zaadz friends, and also went to some of my other friends blogs and said hello… just to remind them that I'm here… But come to think of it, most of the people I nuzzled didn't come. Hmmm. I'm reminded of a party a girlfriend and I had. University era. We invited loads of people. I cooked for days.. all sorts of delicacies.
No-one came. We sat there, a bit glum, got drunk and ate half the food.
Back to you. Or me. Where where we?
Funny. I meant to say number 2. I knew number one was true. Not even you could make that one up.
Not 2 either noodle. That wiki thing about what AF3 is hit the nail on the head. I was the sole passenger on a return ambassador/diplomacy shuttle from Frankfurt to Washington. It's called hopping. You just take a chance as an AF guy and stroll into the ops center and see if you can hook a ride with somebody to somewhere. Airhiking. Surprised my parents one Thanksgiving. If not for my presence that plane would have returned fully staffed and fueled, empty. 2 more.