So – I went to check out Rook’s Rant to see what eight things he revealed (chemicals and bunkbeds were a theme) and eight bloggers he would tap – and the fucker is a world champion Calvinball player! He tagged me back and changed the god-damned rules. (And his stock went up. I like the devious.)
Okay, now here's my last tag: Blue Girl,
Like I said in his comments, he truly is a magnificent bastard.
Now – my four least-favorite posts…Well, lets go back to the archives. I can find some things I wrote at the outset that I can muster a cringe over.
Exploding Toads? What was I thinking?
Deconstructing Karl – material that rich deserved a lot better fisking than I gave it.
A Sad Enlightenment at Barnes & Noble – like it’s surprising that people are not well read. Get over myself.
Rest in Peace Admiral Stockdale – is just schmaltzy. Embarrassingly so.
Now for the fun part! Four posts that I consider favorites…
In other words, the ones that I kvelled over and then felt dejected when no one else picked up on the brilliance and eloquence that is me at my finest!
The first one is easy – Biblical Literalism. It’s the argument that the fundies hate – because they can’t refute it. (Oops. Here is Biblical Literalism - but the mistake is a pretty good one too, I'm leaving it.)
In that vein, No More Activist Chaplains is one of my favorites – because it is one of the first posts that I wrote that I felt like I was finding my voice; that I might have something to offer that amounted to substance and analysis. (apologies KV.)
I have to go back and crow about the first post I ever had picked up by a news aggregator: North Korea Wrap-Up was the post I put up in the wake of the NorK’s detonating their fizzler.
And finally – The post where I talk about guns and make everybody mad because I might be the only person in the history of the blogosphere to ever address guns and gun control and not get beset by the kool-aid drinkers on either side.
Now – what four to tag…Doc Larry, of course. He was spared last time because I already had him working on a project when I revealed eight things and tagged eight bloggers.
exMI gets tagged, too, for much the same reason – he was spared last time – and besides, y’all need to go read the story about the skink.
Edger too – he is one of my co-bloggers at the Out of Iraq Bloggers Caucus, and the busier I get with the preparation to roll out Show Me Progress, the more worthless I am to him over there and the more responsibility he is forced to assume. Since he isn’t busy enough (*coff*) I tag him. He was on the short list last time, and got spared. Not getting out of it this time, tho.
Finally, Rook! Yeah, yeah, he put up a “no tag backs” separate post – after I stupidly telegraphed my intent (I should never blog drunk) but I am tagging him anyway. First of all, the post was already written and saved as a draft, I just needed to drop in the links. Second, I have played a game or two of Calvinball myself. Third, and most importantly, I’m still a babe. In the physical world, I would put on my Skippy T-shirt and make something jiggle and flash a smile and…Tag him! (Yes, I am that Bitch. Unapologetically so.)
Now – dazzle me, fellas – and no tag backs!