So now Bon Bon has tagged me too. There’s no fighting it, I shall have to turn this entire week over to responding to memes. I hereby declare this to be international meme week, god bless all who sail in her.
So give me your tired memes, your poor memes, your befuddled memes yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming blogs. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, and I shall attempt to answer all of them in a week. Of course if I don’t actually get tagged by anyone I reserve the right to trawl through your blog archives and dig up old ones in order to pretend you did.
So without further ado, here is my response to Bon Bon’s tag (I’ll do yours next Hygiene dad).
My five obsessions
- Growing stuff in the front garden. This year is the first one I’ve actually made a concerted attempt at growing something, and the results have been surprisingly positive. My potatoes, beans, and tomatoes are in fine fettle and I have already started harvesting my lettuce.
- Hitting things with hammers in the back garden. I’m making some serious progress and by next spring we will hopefully be able to use the space behind our house as a garden rather than somewhere to get stung by nettles.
- Comedy. My tastes run in the reassuring rather than the acerbic: Hancock, Dad’s Army, I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue, The Goodies, Laurel and Hardy. But I like a bit of rough too.
- The internet. I no longer watch regular TV, I get all my entertainment from the net, occasionally supplemented by the radio or the odd DVD. Oh, and people falling over in the street – that’s pretty entertaining too.
- My family. Quite simply my reason for being.
Five reasons why I blog
- Because all the cool kids are doing it.
- It encourages me to work on my photography.
- As a way of recording the minutia of my family’s life.
- It’s a good way of getting some really cool free holidays.
- Because if I don’t get some sort of alternative creative outlet I’ll start wanting to begin Dungeon Mastering D&D games again. The world doesn’t need another uninspired quest to free the holy ring of Dietcola from the evil clutches of Sir Pringles of Dorito.
So now I tag Dooce, Wil Weaton, and Neil Gaiman (well, you have to aim high).
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Hey, I’m a cool kid! That may be the first time in my life anyone has ever called me that.
You can “free holiday” at our house any time. Just in case a vacation in the middle of Radioactive Wasteland, USA sounds fun.
Yes, I’ve got one more meme to do myself this week. Passing them along is not my thing. But I like your take on it – we’ll see if Gaiman can get his act together…
Yes, passing them on makes me feel vaguely uncomfortable. Like you are dictating someone else’s content. But I don’t have much of a problem doing that with Gaiman et al – those guys really need to work on their writing if they want to attract my levels of readership.
Hey, finally someone realizes I’m a cool kid. That takes away years of crying right there!
I hear Gaiman is a meme nut.
when everyone’s tired of playing tag, let’s switch to snakes and ladders…
I love who you passed the memes on to.
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My friend RJ (who is a writer) is locked in a battle of wits with Neil Gaiman…..though as yet I don’t think Mr Gaiman has responded to any of RJ’s assertions. You can check out the ongoing battle of literary giants via RJ’s myspace page and his livejournal – he’s dedbtdreaming I think.
He is in fact dedbtdrming.
Be careful of the “all the cool kids are doing it” kind of peer pressure. If all of us jumped off a bridge would you jump off a bridge too? See what I’m saying?