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PylaKasha tagged me, so here we go with 8 things about me.

1. I’m a little bit of a snob, and a little self-centered. Like I saw this on Kyla’s blog and mentally snorted and thought, ‘not me’. And then I thought, ooh, a solicitation to yap. About me, no less. Doesn’t happen every day. But it’s OK, because I balance the snobbishness and the self-centeredness with ridiculous levels of empathy and self-awareness. Oh, and in case you missed it, I’m proud of all this.

2. I have outlandish interests. Here are a few things that excite me: mythology, philosophy, basketball, comics, jazz, stationery.

3. I used to be a voracious reader when I was a kid. Like, sprawled-on-the-sofa-in-my-locked-room-reading-all-afternoon-voracious. But not so much anymore. It’s not just that I don’t have time: my priorities have changed. And it does pain me to say this.

4. I feel like I would be much happier if I was born 70 years ago. A few things that may or may not explain why I feel like this: people calling each other ‘babe’ and women calling everyone their ‘babiesssss’; the ridiculous overuse of the terms ‘legend’ and ‘hero’; the stupid description of women as ‘females’; people’s general lack of manners and/or dignity; the increase in xenophobia and intolerance because of globalisation and the ‘free and open’ availability of information; bad music; the continuing evolution of life into a competition without any sense of bounds or an established finish line; disillusionment because of where we are as a race compared to where we should be.

5. I write a lot of stuff for this blog, but don’t publish half of it. Sometimes I publish something, and then unpublish it a minute later and hope no one’s RSS reader got to it in the interim. It’s one of those paradoxes: it’s hard to be open about yourself without the cover of anonymity. (Incidentally, this might be one of the more open posts I’ve made…)

6. I don’t know what the big deal is about Harry Potter, and no I haven’t read the books. I watched a couple of the movies and that’s enough for me. If you want to read truly marvellous fiction, read ‘Excalibur’ by Cornwell.

7. I don’t play by the rules. Like I didn’t insert the rubric on top, and I’m not going to tag anyone (this thing reeks of a chain letter). Oh, and I’m stopping at 7.