I am tagged by Schuyler and Miranda both with this heavy onus:
Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post of their own 6 weird things as well as clearly state this rule. After you state your 6 weird things, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you're tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means. So here goes.
I suppose that means I have to write twelve weird things. If someone is already tagged,and has already written six weird things, then is she (or he, for those few male humans in this neighborhood) immune to further taggings?
One weird thing is I always have questions.
2) I'm not very good on a PC but like a racecar driver on any familiar Mac. So of course I love those Mac commercials with the kid who saved the universe (that other universe, or planet at least) in Galaxy Quest, who plays "the Mac."
3) I am a Sam Rockwell fan. That may not be too weird, unless weird is defined simply as unusual, against expectations or the majority. When I saw Sam Rockwell in Charlie's Angels, I kept looking at him and looking at him and I wrote his name on my arm during the credits to come home and look him up (I love IMDB, but that's not weird). So IMDB says he's in Midsummer Night's Dream and Galaxy Quest. So I'm very familiar with both of those movies which makes me SURE there is not ANYbody who's on both. But it turns out my favorite bit in Midsummer Night's Dream, which I have dragged my friends in to see, is him. (Thisbe, in the play-within-a-play.) And he's Guy in the other. Crazy, scared "the monster will get Guy!" guy. So I discover at that moment that he's a total genius and we rent The Green Mile.
4) I like to talk to people, and I can speak in public, but I don't like to make phone calls to strangers. Calling to make an appointment or to see if a shop has something or if my car's ready at the shop makes me very uncomfortable.
5) I can't remember numbers.
6) I can remember the words to songs, and jingles from TV commercials from the 50's and 60's.
7) I can't swim.
8) I don't know what people look like. It takes several meetings for me to recognize a face well. When people change clothes or hats or hair, I get confused. But once I know them well, I still don't really know what they look like that season, because I keep the memories of all the ways I've known them and it kind of all mushes together in my head. I guess that means my identifying parts of people are not very much their physical appearance. (That one's hard to describe.)
9) I forget the rules to games, but I hardly ever forget a law or a policy if I know the details. It seems they would be the same thing in my head, but somehow they're not. Or I remember one game very well (rummy) and forget another (poker). I've never figured out what that is.
10) I have friends who don't know my name. Or they know me as "AElflaed" (my name in the Society for Creative Anachronism) and don't know what my real name is.
11) I developed an allergy to cedar in the past few years. If I get a cedar splinter I get really sick. If I mess with cedar bark, ditto. That's sad, because it smells wonderful and the bark can be peeled into the finest, curliest kindling, and I used to do that with my fingernails while I watched movies in the den, and I guess that's why I got the allergy, shoving teensy mini-cedar splinters under my fingernails. It affects my liver. My friend who knows Chinese medicine told me to drink carrot and celery juice and Keith has a juicer. So I didn't die, and I'm glad I figured it out. [I still mess with cedar sometimes.]
12) I used to collect chain letters, when they were hand-written on paper. I wish I had saved all I ever got when I was a kid. I kept collecting them when they were typed, and then when they were photocopied. I quit collecting them when they started to go around by e-mail. I've always broken them, and never suffered the bad luck, and so I'm brave about breaking this one.
I'm not tagging, but I did do a double report as penance.