I’ve Been Tagged

Okay, looks like my blog brother Shtuey (Mom always liked him best) has involved me in something called “Meme Tag,” an internet game with apparently few rules and less purpose and reason.  From what I can gather, I’m supposed to reveal six random things about myself and then choose six other bloggers to call out to do the same thing.  And so on, and so on… But, in the manner of put-upon older siblings since time immemorial, I will dutifully indulge him because…well…he’s my brother.

First of all, I’m tall, a little under six feet.

Okay, 2-3 inches under, but, still tall, and my heft stature Amazonian statuesque-ness makes me seem taller than I actually am.  Some people are intimidated by that.  Good.

Next, I’m black.  Well, more caramel-ly, but you get my drift.  Some people find that even more intimidating, but that’s their problem.  See above.

Moving on, I can type with one hand (finger) like I’m doing now, with the other hand on my hip, (turned to the back) my head cocked and a “oh, no, he di’nt” expression on my face, because my blog brother Shtuey tagged me to do this post.  See one and two.

What are we up to, four?  Lessee, I like smart, sassy, women with short, dark hair.  Attitude a must.  Call me crazy, but Lord help me, there it is.

Five, I think I’m smarter than most college grads I meet, many of whom seem to have wasted a lot of time and money taking up space in institutions of higher learning that could have been put to better use growing hydroponic plants or storing books and supplies for smarter, more deserving students.  So, I’ve got an inflated sense of my own value and importance; deal with it, and again, refer to one and two.

Finally, I’d like to teach the world to sing.  No shit.  That’s not snark, that’s the God’s honest truth.  Even though I’m not much of a singer myself, and have absolutely no musical training whatsoever, the thought of the whole world joined together in song just gets to me.  No Coca-Cola themed jingle-turned pop classic for me though.  The song I’d like globally performed is by Parliament/Funkadelic and entitled “Mr. Wiggles.”  I can totally imagine people from every corner of the Earth singing:

I got a string on my thing

When you pull my string

I can do my thing

Un-der-wa-terrrr

I got a string attached to my thing

When you pull my string

I can do my thing

Like I ought-taaaaa

Go wiggle!

I dunno, something about the idea of hearing little kids and non-English speaking people belting out lyrics they don’t understand, along with giggling teenagers and smirking adults, all grooving and singing with all their hearts, just makes my heart cockles warm and fuzzy.  Truly.  Since it’s unlikely that that particular dream will ever come true however, I’ll settle for trying to teach the world to point and laugh at the ridiculous with my blog.

Whew, that’s six, and not a moment too soon.  If I keep going you guys might really get to know me, and I can’t have that, can I?

Now, who shall I “tag?”  So many choices it’s hard to narrow it down.  But, okay, here goes:

Sugar – Sugar ‘n Spice

Myiq2xu – Klownhaus

John (South of Melrose) – Liberal Rapture

Murphy – PUMA Pac

Riverdaughter – The Confluence

HillBuzz – HillBuzz

Okay, they’re either going to kill me or ignore me, huh?  I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Oh, and since there’s no You Tube video for “Mr. Wiggles,” I provided another from the Parliament/Funkadelic conglomerate, just to give you a sense of where I’m coming from.