I'm Loathe to Admit

But I am, after all, irresistible AND sweet. I didn't want it to get out, but what are you gonna do?

Gail at Chasing after the Stars sent me this blog award. She added the Stylish Blogger award with it (which I already have and am pretending wasn't included), and she answered questions from the Blog Tag thing that's been going around like the plague an amusing playground game. (And if you don't know how I feel about tagging, read this. My tongue is firmly planted in my cheek.)

Plus, strawberries.

As with most blog awards, I'm supposed to tell seven things about myself. So, let's play a game: One of the following statements is a lie. See if you can spot which one. (If I get enough comments down below, I will reveal the secret answer, so check back often.)

1. I own almost 4000 musical albums.
2. I don't like dogs.
3. I've never read Jane Eyre.
4. There are nuclear-powered squirrels in my backyard. (Remember I said one of these is a "lie." Perhaps I'm just adding language flourishes to a true statement.)
5. I lost 2.4 pounds just yesterday.
6. I don't watch sports unless I'm coaching the game in question.
7. I would literally pay up to dozens of dollars for the never-in-print CD Belfegore by the band Belfegore.

Now I'm supposed to answer these awkward questions.

8.Do you think you're hot?

I feel like I've been sweating for most of the summer. The mugginess of Florida and the heat of Vegas has followed me around for weeks, and now Denver is flooding with rain and it's never been so humid around here. So, yes, I'm hot.

9.Upload a picture or wallpaper that you're using at the moment. 

I like spacewallpapers.net. I always have an image like this on my computers at home and school. Yowzers! is right. Thank you Mr. Hubble.

This is the Sombrero Galaxy, discovered, obviously, by Mr. Sombrero.

10. When was the last time you ate chicken meat?

I'm not sure what this question is asking. Did this meme get started by the Chicken Council of America? Are they taking down demographic data here? If so, my answer is that I like to eat chicken of all varieties and you can reach me through marketing campaigns playing early 80's straight edge hardcore music, like 7 Seconds or Minor Threat.

11. The song(s) you listened to recently:

Seriously? I listen to music all day. Right now Young the Giant is playing. They sing this song. You've probably heard it.

Earlier today, I had a Goldfrapp thing going on. Their last year's album Head First is a disco classic. Sorry about this video. It's like Xanadu met The Crow in an effort to capitalize on Twilight. But the song is outta sight.

12. What were you thinking as you were doing this?

I put the baby to sleep in his crib an hour ago. He just woke up again. Now my wife is mad at me. We can't seem to agree when and where and how to get him to bed.

13. Do you have nicknames? What are they?

My name rhymes too easily, so I think kids had a hard time coming up with anything for me. (Ha ha, Brent the Rent! Has a Dent, with a Cent, and got Bent. Doesn't work, see?)

My mom used to call me Beaker. After this guy:

He doesn't have glasses, but I like the hair.

The Muppets rule, so I was proud of this name. And like The Muppet Show, this nickname didn't last past 1981. Feel free to resurrect it if you want.

Tag 8 bloggers: 

I think I'll tag some of the bloggers I've more recently started following. No offense to the usual suspects over to the left. If you don't read those blogs already, you should.

So "You're It." You can take the strawberries if you want, or you can just be "it" for a day. Or both. Your call.

Theresa at Substitute Teacher's Saga

Jolene at Been Writing

Gary at Forbidden Texts

Emily at Get Busy Writing

Julie at After the Toilets

Nubian at Nubian

Shelly at The Life of a Novice Writer

Mark at Musings of a Madman (Mark is one smart dude who deserves more readers. Help a brother out.)

Sorry to the above chosen few if you don't like this kind of thing. Or if you were just tagged and don't want to go through the ordeal again. Please don't feel an obligation to do anything about it. We all just scattered away anticipating your chase, but you can leave us dangling out there like a skinned rabbit if you want.