After an insanely long break, I’m back to tag chickening with Trisha at eclectic/eccentric. (I’ve let this slide since July 22 for some reason. YIKES!) So, without further ado, here we go.
- If you were forced to change your name, what would you change it to? When I was young, I gave this question way more thought than it requires. For the longest time, I thought the name Ginger North would be THE perfect name. (I would also be married to Alex North in this scenario. Sounds like names right out of a Danielle Steele book!) Now that I’m much older and wiser and mature, if I was forced to change my name, I’d drop my hard-to-spell and confusing last name for something easier (like Smith or Jones) and I’d select a more unique first name than Jennifer (like Abby or Miranda).
- What would a haiku describing your high school experience read like? (that’s right. you do the haiku thing.)
Look! A female nerd
Has no fashion sense
Always got good grades
Never distracted by dates
Still got heart broken
Learned layout and copywriting
Skills then used in jobs
Always the good kid
Rebelled by liking Bowie
Had a boy’s haircut
- If you wrote a memoir, what would the title be? I think the line in the first haiku says it all—Radiating Awkwardness. I can see the book cover now:
- What are five words that rhyme with “kumquat”?
- If you could live in a past era, when would you choose? My list of requirements for living the past are quite extensive: air conditioning, indoor toilets, proper eyeglasses, a relative dearth of deadly diseases. So I guess I’m going to be going way way back to the 1950s or perhaps the early 1960s. OK … how about 1962?
And now five questions for Trisha: (AMENDED AND UPDATED AFTER REALIZING I HAD ASKED SOME OF THE QUESTIONS ALREADY… DUH!)
- Does an author’s personality have any affect on whether or not you read his/her book?
- Why do fools fall in love?
- What kind of an old lady do you think you will be?
- How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
- Did you do a little victory dance when I let months go by without doing a Tag Chicken post—foolishing thinking that perhaps you had won this game?