Versatile Blogger Award

I was nominated to take part in the Versatile Blogger Award quest, adventure, thing, so here I am writing stuffs versatily.

And before I forget, I was nominated by Mackenzie Littledale on Twitter. 

She’s an interesting blogger and writer who writes aboutwhatever might be on her mind, poetry, random thoughts, philosophy and goings-on in South Florida. You can also check out her work in progress here.

My understanding of this challenge is that I am supposed to write 7 different things about me. I will try and write about things that aren’t well duh, stuff that I have rambled about already. Also, I will refrain from listing the seven tattoos I have as that might be cheating. Oh wait….

I have Seven Tattoos.

Many people don’t realize this about me as most of them are not overly visible in polite company.

The Graphite Dragon is on my right leg.

This one is on my back. No I did not date anyone with those initials.

I have this on my left arm, which is totally two different things done at two different times. I will not explain the older one here. I was not the only one with that tattoo, though since I was not the first, and the artist was getting high while doing them, you can see he lost his touch.

The Celtic Knot is a symbol of change and growth.

This is my right arm; again, featuring two separate creations. The first was the barely visible tough guy arm from the nineties. Oh barbed wire, how you proved someone’s mettle.

The second is something I wanted to do for some of the people I have lost along the way.

The last one cannot be posted for decency rules and such. Suffice to say it is words and the spell out:

If you can read this, I lLike you lReally like you lYou are JLaw

Ok, not really. It is a brand on my inner thigh. Not sexy. Is dumb.

I Hated Posting Those Photos

Yep, even though I have full control over what I post on this site, I posted something I did not want to. That is the service I prove here. My shame, unvarnished, for you.

I Am In Love With The ;

I don’t always use it properly; however, when I do, it makes me smile. Should one have unnatural attachments to punctuation?

I Wrote My First Novella at 14

While I am sure that many people wrote their first story for English class around the same age, I went above and beyond the assignment.

I wrote a lengthy story about a boy and girl being kidnapped and taken to Cottage country in Central Ontario. The bulk of the story was the harrowing tale of their escape and how they fell in love on the journey. She kissed him at the end of the story. Oh, and they kicked some kidnapper ass in the gym of their school, ’cause of course they went there before going home.

It was over twenty thousand words by the end, and might have been the only homework I did that year.

I Drowned in a Pool

Picture if you will, a ten year old boy. His hair slowly turning from the blonde of his youth to a more understated brown. It was summer, so the boy was hot and looking for a way to cool off.

The boy decided to take a bike ride to the dreaded community pool.

He grabbed his towel, tied it around his neck like a cape, and clambered aboard his bike.

The ride was not long, but a bit tiring, and he was not in the mood for strenuous swimming practice. He racked his brian for what to do.

Then it hit him, not a car mind you, but an idea. He and his cousin often had pool related challenges whenever the had the great fortune of being together. One of those challenges was underwater breath holding.

That day would be perfect for practicing his new technique. It was a brilliant technique. He would float, face down in the water holding his breath for as long as he could, not daring to move his limbs, which might scream out for the fuel of oxygen if forced to do anything.

Yep, I went to a public pool and floated face down in the watrer for several minutes. While my ears were under the water, I could not hear the lifegaurds blow their whistles and evacuate the pool. When I came up for air, I saw one diving in to get me, and everyone else staring at mne in horror.

I was not allowed to come back.

I Have Social Anxiety

Like for real though. due to my strange upbringing and abnormal formative years, I am not sure how to behave in polite society. I often find myself unable to read people or what they expect or want from me.

I find the world of average people so difficult to navigate in, I often isolate and avoid as much as possible.

After social encounters I find myself analyzing every detail and coming to the conclusion that I did or said the wrong thing, then I perseverate on those thoughts.

This is the least fun aspect of my personality.

I Like to Mod Video Games

While many PC gamers find enjoyment in adding modifications to their games, I often take it to an extreme.

There are times when I will craft a unique build in a game, and then not play the game. Then start again.

There you have it, seven things about me that I rarely if ever talk about. Now I am going to go and agonize over having pressed the publish button on this stuff.

This is the part where I am supposed to nominate 15 more people, and it goes on like that in an exponential growth chain. I’d like to say that I can do that; however, it is not in my nature.

I began to research it, and spent the better part of two days of free time looking at blogs and authors on twitter. I found a few that I would endorse, though many of them were niche blogs.

I can’t nominate for the sake of nominating. It just isn’t the way I work. I have sat on this post for a week now trying to decide what to do. I am going to post it, and make this commitment:

Any writer who comments on this post forever, and any other post for the next week will get a shout out here and on twitter.

So I guess there’s eight things you knopw about me now.