I’m one of those bloggers that, 97% of the time, doesn’t plan their posts. I’ll occasionally get an idea or write down some dialogue that I find entertaining, but generally my posts start by staring at a blank white screen. Honestly, I just start typing. Sometimes I’ll write an entire page before I figure out just what I’m working toward. Maybe that’s why I have trouble with conclusions. (There’s a life lesson in there somewhere.)
Serious posts are necessary for even the most dedicated humorist, I think. And some write in such a way that their personality and wit shine through even the most unforgiving of topics. I won’t give you examples of those bloggers – there’s no need and I've done it more than once already. Take a look at my blogroll and you’ll stumble upon one or two.
Nearly all of the posts I’ve written that I’m proud of aren’t funny at all. I find this highly amusing because I’ve never wanted to be that sort of writer. It’s easy enough to relate embarrassing stories about yourself or make fun of your surroundings. It’s a great deal harder, for me anyway, to write about more meaningful things. A lot of the serious happenings or feelings I’ve shared on this blog, I’ve never shared elsewhere. I’m a very private person in terms of emotional displays – tears, sadness, and even love. They make me uncomfortable and embarrassed.
I could delve into why I have issues with those things, but I’ll leave that for another white screen and beckoning cursor. This was merely an impromptu service announcement, a just in case you were wondering what the hell’s been going on around here sort of deal. Now it’s time for the real post.
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It’s been a long time since I’ve done a meme or acknowledged an award of any kind. Please accept my apologies and gratitude if you’ve recognized me at all over the past several months. I know I’ve been a bit slack.
I’ve been wracking my brain for something lighthearted and/or disgustingly vulgar to share with ya’ll this week, but until this morning I was at a loss. It’s not that there’s been an absence of humor in my daily life; it’s just that they’ve been small things barely worth sharing. (Not to worry though. Only one more week and there should be plenty of stories to share. Beach + Birthday + 7 women = definite blog post.)
Anyway, BugginWord recently gave me this award:
Apparently I’m supposed to “list (and then explain your reasoning) 5 characters you’d like to do the horizontal whiplash with”.
I thought, “Well that shouldn’t be difficult...” Then I started looking over previous lists and realized that all these bitches sole my fictional characters. I can’t use either of my True Blood crushes, my favorite TV King of England, OR the best Scottish hero to grace a steamy romance novel. Sigh. So, I had to think a bit harder.
Then I got tired of thinking harder and trying to be all creative and just got down to business:
He’s lewd, he’s crude, and he’s filthy. Ladies (and gentlemen, if you’re into that sort of thing): He’s Captain Jack Sparrow.
I’m usually not attracted to hairy, dirt under their nails, manual labor type guys. But for some reason, Jack fits the “I’d tap that” bill. Even in that scraggly get up, with those horrible teeth...I’d get sand in all the wrong places for this pirate.
Savvy?
Next we have Jeremy Grey from Wedding Crashers:
“Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling. You're sitting there, you're wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested I'm not really interested, should I play like I'm interested but I'm not that interested but I think she might be interested but do I want to be interested but now she's not interested? So all of the sudden I'm getting, I'm starting to get interested... And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door cause then it's awkward, it's like well goodnight. Do you do like that ass-out hug? Where you like, you hug each other like this and your ass sticks out cause you're trying not to get too close or do you just go right in and kiss them on the lips or don't kiss them at all? It's very difficult trying to read the situation. And all the while you're just really wondering are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions? Perhaps play a little game called "just the tip". Just for a second, just to see how it feels. Or, ouch, ouch you're on my hair.”
I don’t know about you guys, but that’s my kind of man. Sigh. As a matter of fact, that is me...with a penis. (Or used to me, before I got all sentimental.) And I’d totally sleep with me. You know what I mean?
Character number three is an oldie but goodie:
I give a damn. In fact, I’d give a damn all night. All.Over.Your.Face.
I’d take your money and your lovin’ and shove scrawny, broody Ashley Wilkes off a cliff. Word?
I’m sorry, but if Clark Gable doesn’t make your nips stand to attention in GWTW when he gets all shouty and angry, with a lock of that sexy hair falling over his forehead...you’re either one of two things: dead or not into men. He’s the perfect balance between naughty and nice, between sophisticated and rugged/manly. Southern charm indeed.
This next one, if you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, will come as no surprise. (Though it may disgust a few...cough...Veg Ass...cough.)
Moody, secretive, darkly funny...Weird. I’d gladly assume the position.
(On a semi-related note, his character on the TV series Boston Legal, the chauvinistic man whore Alan Shore, also does the trick.)
And last, but not least, we have a bit of a surprise twist:
I’d like to be the filling in a Diane Lane/Oliver Martinez sandwich please.
There are only a handful of women I find attractive enough to consider getting busy with, and Diane Lane’s character in Unfaithful, Connie Sumner, is one of them. Paul Martel, played by Oliver, is no slouch either. The two of them together...RAWR! I’ve already talked about this one a bit before too, so I’ll leave it at that. And, if you haven’t ever seen this movie...Go out, get it, turn off the lights, and pull the shades. You know, until it gets to the bloody part.
So that’s the list. I’m supposed to now nominate five people to do this thing and that’s a bit of a tough call because A) I hate making people feel obligated and B) I hate just saying "whoever wants to do it, do it", because if they’re like me...unless they’re specifically chosen, they won’t.
Since option A bothers me just a tad less, I suppose I’ll go that route:
Veg Ass
Sara
Erin
Jules
And the reclusive, laid up with a bum leg and surely has the time to do a meme, person that I'm about to prove doesn't read this anymore (HA!):
Jerrod
Pass if you like, bloggers, but I’d love to see your choices.
Hasta mañana.
17 comments:
Even before I got to the end, I thought to myself "I wonder who my 5 characters would be" good to know that I'm REQUIRED to do it now.
I see typing about Angelina in some dirty way in the near future.
you have to approve your messages now? that's not very OWO of you. not at all.
seeing naked ken and barbie doing it just made my pants very puffy... I know this was your intention...consider yourself a raging, throbbing success...
I am delighted that you included James Spader in your list. You surely need a man like Edward Grey who'll bring some order to your life and some colour to your butt-cheeks. Did you like his stern, formal way of talking as well?
Right there with you on James Spader.
That sentence sounded different to how I imagined.
My husband looks a lot like James Spader.
I rarely plan posts, either.g
I love me some Vince Vaughn........
Oh my ever loving god in heaven. ha.
This will be fun, if I ever actually do it.
Great picks!
I think it's good to have some serious posts, especially when you naturally gravitate towards humor. Getting out of comfort zones and all that...
Also, at least one of the characters in the meme should 'have to' be a cartoon character. That might be even more telling...
funny, last time i checked these were on top: http://www.memetor.com/
"I give a damn. In fact, I’d give a damn all night. All.Over.Your.Face."
I love you. Oodles.
I'd definitely do Jack Sparrow. But probably in a bathtub, so the water could wash away some of the ick. But now I'm seeing brown water and completely grossed out. Maybe dry Jack is the way to go. (Wait, that didn't sould right either.)
OH YOU JUST HAD TO GO THERE.
The Spader. Seriously? I think I just got hives. I liked that movie though. He fit the role PERFECTLY.
I have placed the coveted star on this entry so that I can do this sometime when I can figure out exactly who I'd like to make the beast with and if I want the world to know. :) Thanks man!
Hmm, none of the ones up there are good choices except maybe Maggie G., you, and Vegetable Assassin. Oh wait, we should just make our own list?
You were so close to being my hero. SO CLOSE! But ugh, while I loved him in Boston Legal, the Secretary turns me EVERY time. (And my husband LOVES that movie.)
But hey, we could always double stuff that Diane Lane/Oliver Martinez sandwich. RIGHT THERE WITH YA!
I fell in love with Diane Lane when I was maybe 11. She was in a movie called "A Little Romance" about an American girl (she was maybe 13 in the movie) who runs away in France with a French kid. Oh man how I envied that little Frog. You should check out that flick.
mmmm, johnny depp is oh so dirty.
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