This postTagging has two meanings in the blogosphere: the tags that categorize a post (whether internal or for some site like Technorati), and tag-you’re-it questionnaire thingies. I have to admit that most of the time I try not to see who got tagged on posts like the latter, because I’m clearly not culpable if I didn’t see it (right?) — but alas, this time I looked. :P And, since it would be the one time I got tagged, here I am. (Granted, this does give me a ready-made post topic for the day. Can’t complain there.)
The tagline as received: “6 habits, things I like to do, or things about myself.”
The tagline as reinterpreted by Ben in order to change the course of history: “7 habits: two good, two bad, three you wish you had.” :)
The answers:
1. Good: I don’t eat sweets very often. There were times when I did, but I just don’t like the way I feel afterwards, so I prefer fruit and nuts and that sort of thing.
2. Good: I get up at 5:00 each morning. Granted, the last week or so I’ve been sleeping in because of this cold, but 5 a.m. is the habit, and I’ll be going back to it as soon as this cough vanishes.
3. Bad: I bite my nails. I try not to, but duh, it’s a habit. :P
4. Bad: In a similar vein, when I’m thinking hard, I often find myself pulling at my eyebrows without realizing it. But even so, the eyebrow-less patch on my right eyebrow is from a childhood accident, not from any frenetic mental activity. (Maybe my brain is trying to symmetrize the patch on the left. I knew there was a reason for this habit…)
5. Wish: I used to study Latin for half an hour each morning. I wish I still did that. (Or studied any language that regularly.)
6. Wish: I keep meaning to write for a certain amount of time each morning (half an hour to an hour), but thus far it’s sporadic at best. There was a short spurt where I managed to do it, but I didn’t hit the magic 21 days and so all my momentum evaporated.
7. Wish: Compliment people more often. Especially girls. ;)
The tagged: aye, there’s the rub. Those who don’t want to be tagged will murmur ancient curses at me in Old Church Slavonic under their breath, and those who do want to be tagged but who I didn’t name will feel neglected and hurt. So, in a weak attempt to please everyone, here’s the deal: if you want to be tagged, you’re tagged, with my full authority and blessing — whatever that means. And if you don’t want to be tagged, why in the heck did you ever think I would tag you? You’re clear.
Are we good? :)
