Oh, What a Tangled Web We Weave, When We Something Something Something (Crusader Challenge)

There is a lie here, somewhere.  Can you catch it?

Fuliguline?  Wasn’t he the Roman Emperor who had all those crazy sex parties?  I don’t know.  I can’t stand history: dead people and dates.  If I wanted that, I’d read a zombie love story.  Speaking of rabbits, I have a dreadfully short attention span.  As a result my speech tends to be peppered (read: overrun) with non sequiturs.  I attribute this to my undiagnosed ADD, undiagnosed because my childhood pre-dates the existence of the disease.  When I was growing up, it was called “lack of focus” or “lazy”.  This is why I consider myself a much better writer than a speaker.  With writing you can craft a sentence, taking your time to get the thoughts just right, unlike speaking.  You can’t backspace a big mouth.

I was born on the wrong side of the ocean.  Then again, had I actually hailed from Great Britain, I probably wouldn’t be obsessed with all things English.  Shakespeare, The Who, Kate Winslet, that thing on C-Span 2 where the Prime Minister and Members of Parliament yell at each other and bloviate when they get in a particularly clever insult.  My affliction’s not as severe as it was, though.  After my visit to Albion five years ago, I almost got a tattoo of the Union Jack stretching from shoulder blade to shoulder blade.  I didn’t.  For a while there, I was using “full stop” instead of “period” and spelling math with an “s”.  I’d still like to live there some day.  Maybe.

I’ll end this with my best trait: I’m loyal.  To family, to friends, even to my job.  I know what it’s like to have someone bail on you or turn against you.  Life’s hard enough trying to dodge the obstacles that are clearly marked without having to worry about the ones in disguise.

The preceding was my entry in the First Crusader Challenge hosted by Rachael at Rach Writes.  It’s a “get to know you” exercise, but with one lie included.  Anyone who knows me will catch it right away.  For the other challenge rules, and to read some better entries, click here. 

By the way, without even trying, I hit exactly 300 words.  Do I get a bonus point for that?

104 and a Crusade

I wanted to address both of these topics a couple of days ago, but I’ve been both sick and busy.  For those of you who read this blog regularly, the busy part will come as no surprise, and since I was outside working on the ambulance during the worst of Snowageddon or Snowpocalypse, the sick part should be expected as well.  Anyway, on to the fun stuff.

This past Sunday I got my one hundredth follower.  As of right now (Wednesday morning) I’m at one hundred four.  Don’t ask me how that happened.  I’m still amazed that anyone would want to read my little ramblings.  When I started this blog four months ago and I stared holes into my single follower, me, I wondered what the magic formula was to generate the kind of readership I saw elsewhere, what potion or spell I could use to conjure a triple-digit following.  I still don’t know.  Maybe it’s because I don’t know, or at least because I haven’t worried about it.  This blog is a much for me as for anyone else, and the fact that even one person would want share in my personal musings can counteract even a thousand impersonal form rejections.  Thank you all for taking this ride with me.  It means a lot.

Now onto the Crusade.  Rachael Harrie at Rachael Writes is hosting her Second Annual Platform Building Crusade, which is in full swing now until April 30th.  The idea is to have a list of like-minded blogs that we can link to, make connections, and build our platforms.  It’s a great idea, really.  Click on the link above for what to do (not much, really) and then sign up.  Really, why wouldn’t you?