Tag According to Hoyle

Official rules for "tag":
1. After supper ask your mother for permission to go out and play.
2. Go find the gang at the vacent lot next to Jimmy's.
3. Join the discussion "How you make a baby"
4. Suddently whallop someone and say, "Tag. You're IT."
5. "IT" is it until he tags someone else, but by now everyone has scattered.
6. When "it" tags someone else, that kid is "it" until he tags someone.
7. The game continues until someone gets tagged too hard and starts to cry.
8. In the unlikely event that no one cries, the game is called when the street lights come on and everyone has to go home.
Variation: Regular tag gets boring in about four minutes, so an alternative is "touch tag" wherein "it" has to hold his hand on the spot where he was tagged. It is great fun to see "it" running around with his hand on his butt where he was tagged, trying to tag someone with his one free hand
(Rules copyright by Hoyle, Inc.)
Official Rules for Blog-tag.
Blog-tag is more like "Truth or Dare" or "I Double Dare You" than kid's tag. In Blog-tag, darers go first. 
1. Think of some kind of list of personal questions that will reveal something about a person. If it is just a little risque, that is all right. That adds to the "fun". Asking the most public place you ever made love is all right.  Asking which hand you wipe with is NOT.
2. Since "Darers go first", list your questions and answer them in your Blog.
3. Now, publicly name a Blogger you know and "tag" him.
4. Send the victim an email saying, "Tag, you're IT".
(Rules of Blog-tag submitted to Hoyle, but ignored.)
Karen has tagged me and sent me two dares. Since she answered the questions in her journal, I am officially challenged. Her challenges
1. List ten things that make you happy.
2. List five "quirky" things about yourself.
You can read her answers in her journal.(Link)
The rules do not say I have to do them all at once. Sounds like enough material here for a whole series of entries. So watch this journal for answers in the future. The first will be the next entry, Called Things that make me happy -- Flying my Own Airplane

Answering my own questions

Answering my own questions...see entry below

Your lattitude and longitude? 121 W 37.5 N

Where on Earth it is midnight, right now while you are reading this? Easy, it was ten pm here and midnight in, say, Alabama, CST

When the International Space Station was last directly over your head? About midnight in Eastern U.S. Went from Texas northeast over New York.  Right now in South Pacific

Your age in hexadecimals? 51.  I had to make a chart. I am 81

What kangaroos eat mostly? Grass and small plants

How John Scalzi spells the name of his cat "Fluffy"? Ghlaghghee Scalzi exactly.(offical)

Your congressman's name? I am still racking my brain.  I know him, met him, but can't recall his name.  But I know how to look it up.(PS..it is Dennis Cardoza.  I got an email from him, so THEN I remembered.)

How your city or state got its name? Merced... Mercy. California was name of literary Utopia, but I don't know in what literature.

Your diivers license number? I have it memorized but I shouldn't print it here. More recent licenses carry the driver's social security number instead.

Your maternal grandmother's maiden name? Robinson

I give myself a pat on the back.  The questions were the most obscure I could think of, and it was all in fun. Thanks for playing along.

Just Wondering

DO YOU KNOW....

Your lattitude and longitude?

Where on Earth it is midnight, right now while you are reading this?

When the International Space Station was last directly over your head?

Your age in hexadecimals?

What kangaroos eat mostly?

How John Scalzi spells the name of his cat "Fluffy"?

Your congressman's name?

How your city or state got its name?

Your diivers license number?

Your maternal grandmother's maiden name?

IF YOUR SCORE IS ONE: EXCELLENT

IF YOUR SCORE IS TWO: GENIUS

IF YOUR SCORE IS MORE: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU

 

Your Favorite Picture from 2005 -- Monday Photo Assignment

My favorite photo from 2005 was this one of scooter tracks in a mud puddle.  I like it because it reminds me that for several weeks, I enjoyed my morning scoot by practicing a new art form I made up.

I would steer my scooter through mudpuddles in the parking lot, and make different patterns with tracks. Then I would snap a picture, and name it for whatever the design most reminded me.

Herewith: Gettything.

Insomnia

Dear Dream Depository: A new phenomenon to report. Not a dream, because I lay awale this night. A note about the monologue that goes on in my head as I lie awake... The monologue was going on as usual but I wasn't listening. What? I wasn't listening to the voice that goes on inside my head. It was talking and I was thinking about something else.

Sounds like a joke, "What if you talked to yourself and nobody was listening."  Well, it really happened last night.

Later, I heard my talking watch say, "It's three o'clock am". When I had tossed and turned enough I got up and turned on the computer. I noticed that Mavarin, Karen, was online.  She must be up too, probably writing, and just how does she do that, She has to go to work in the morning.

I am glad I do not have to work for I would be a wreck without sleep.  As it is now, I have insomnia, so what? Take a longer nap tomorrow.

As a soldier I got used to sleeping anywhere. Cots were fine, but overseas we would throw a blanket on the ground and sleep.  I have slept on the ground, in a hole, in a pup tent, on a concrete floor of a captured German pill box, and most often on the floor of some building we had occupied. I have slept sitting up in a jeep, in an armored car. Once I went to sleep sitting up in a troop train and fell on the floor.  My buddies picked me up and put me back on my seat without my waking up.

That was then.  Now I can't get comfortable if the bed is too soft or too hard, or the pillow is too high or too low. I have been known to get out of bed and sleep on the floor. Don't do that anymore, too hard to get up off the floor. I try turning around and sleeping with my head where my feet should be.  Sometimes works.

I am glad the computer is always available.  If I can't sleep I can turn on the H-P, fire up AOL and read journals, and like now, write in mine.

Color Sound Movies -- Weekend Assignment 88

John Scalzi asks us to tell him about something we wished we had in the good old days, when we were kids, that we do have now, in the Good New Days.

I used my first pay check ever to buy a Keystone 8mm movie camera.  I was hired to clean the office of the Valley Escrow Company, a family business.  Each day, after breakfast and before school, I used to ride my bicycle to the office, use my key, enter and clean the office by dusting, emptying waste baskets, sweeping, and cleaning the restroom. Then I locked it up and went to Van Nuys High School. On Saturdays, I repeated that routine plus mopping and washing the store front window inside and out.

When I got my first pay, I used it to buy the hand held, wind-up movie camera.  With it I filmed the Van Nuys High School Newsreel. One issue featured the football game with San Fernando, the marching of the R.O.T.C, company, noon activities, the student body elections, and a feature showing how the school paper was published.

Each roll of film lasted two minutes, and then turned, lasted two more. Each issue of the Newsreel took five rolls of film and ten camera loads to complete. At first I shot in black and white, with one feature article in color. The movie was silent.  My friends and I expericmented with a separate recording with sound and music, but it was hard to synchonize the two.

What I wished for was a camera which would take more than two minutes of movie, in fifteen seconds per hand wound segments, with an unlimited supply of film, with sound, and color. Alas, my hand held Keystone was state of the art in home movies.

Fast-forward many, many years.  I was making home movies with my Sears VHS cam-corder, capturing color pictures with sound on cheap, reusable, two-hour cartridges.  I thought, "Wow, what a wonderful Newsreel I could have produced in 1939 with this baby." 

It was my boyhood dream, come true.

Dream Depository

My entrybelow, called Nightmare, stirred a little interest in dreams.  I wonder if, somewhere on the internet there is a Dream Depository.

Is there a place you can drop in on a morning and relate your dreams. I think it is fun to share mine. It would be fun to read each morning what people dreamed about last night. It could be arranged so that screen names did not appear, and only "Dreamname" would identify contributors.

I think  I would start one if I knew how.

--Chuck, looking forward to a Dream Depository