Stupid tagging pricks.

Boo, Tali. She tagged me and threatened me with ghosts. So now I have to write 10 random things about myself, and tag six other people to follow suit.


1) I am a universal blood donor (this is useful you to know, I think)

2) I once knocked over The Tragically Hip at a music industry party when I was drunk. Or at least that's the story. In actuality, I just kinda shoved my way through them and their cohorts because they were in my way and taking up too much room.

3) Family legend has it that one of my relatives has gone over Niagara Falls in a barrel.

4) Meeting Joe Strummer was the closest I've ever been to being starstruck. He was very tiny, but incredibly nice. In second place was a couple of hours spent with Johnny Marr, who I dreamt of marrying for a couple of days.

5) I fractured my upper jawbone when I was 8... I ran up a steel slide one snowy January day, fell, and landed on my face. Lesson learned. My front teeth never recovered.

6) A couple of years ago, I danced onstage with the National Ballet Of Canada during a production of The Nutcracker.

7) I was about half an inch away from touching a Van Gogh painting when the Barnes exhibit came to Toronto. I didn't even realize I was doing it until my friend started hissing at me. (Although once at the National gallery in Ottawa, I accidentally kicked a small cardboard house that was part of an installation. Oops.)

8) When I was five, I was the child selected by my kindergarten class to draw for a quilt made by the class. In a box filled with hundreds of ballots, I drew out my own name... twice. My luck has been shit ever since.

9) I don't really believe in ghosts, but I had an "encounter" in an Ottawa hostel (formerly the Carlton County Jail -- a fascinating place to stay, though very bizarre) that to this day, I still can't explain.

10) I still have a lingering phobia from childhood (ever since I was a baby, which makes me think someone once dropped me) of being upside down. I can go on rides and roller coasters, etc., but there's always a slight level of discomfort. When I was smaller, I used to be terrified that gravity would simply cease to exist, and I would fall into the sky.



Now. As for tagging -- well, I don't really read too many people's blogs. So if you've read this, considered your self tagged.

Annnnnnnd... go.