OK, my math is probably terribly off, but the awesome Brikhaus nominated me for a couple of Blog awards! That’s really nice and, also, totally deserved, because I’m wonderful and so is my blog.
Now I want a sandwich.
Tragically, however, to accept the awards, I have to nominate over 10 other blogs for the awards and, because I am a horrible anti-social jerk, I don’t know over 10 other blogs to nominate. So Hollywood Hates Me will continue to exist in its awards-free status, but I thought I’d at least take the time to fulfill the other requirements of the awards, because Brikhaus is so sweet.
The Liebster Award: This is given to bloggers with less than 200 followers, which is definitely this blog. (I’m so lonely!)
Aw, what a cute little award I can’t accept.
The rules for accepting the award are as follows:
List 11 random facts about yourself.
Answer the questions that were asked of you (by the blogger that nominated you)
Nominate 11 other blogs for the Liebster Award and include a link to their blogs.
Notify the bloggers of their award.
Ask the award winners 11 questions to answer once they accept the award.
So you see how I’m out as of rule 3. But I’ll happily complete tasks 1 and 2, because I know everyone is very interested.
Random Facts:
My name isn’t really Lokifire.
My daughter really is named after a god, though.
I’m (obviously) deeply interested in mythology and folklore. In fact, I have more books on mythology and fairy tales than our local library and bookstores combined.
I used to own a hedgehog named Salt. She died of old age. Old age for a hedgehog isn’t very old. She was only 5. I cried a lot, and everyone was like: “What’s wrong with you? It was a rodent,” and I was like, “but I loved that rodent!”
My first nationally published poem was in Wind Magazine in 2001. It showed up in the mail on Sept. 11 of that year. Up until then, I’d been really excited about getting a poem published, but when I saw the magazine in the mail that particular day, I was like, “Man, who cares about poetry,” and stuffed it in a drawer until it felt okay to be happy about things again.
I work full-time at a funeral home, part-time at a comic book store and part-time at a church nursery (for kids, not plants).
I have a tattoo that has the first line of the Sh’ma on my left arm, where most people my age have stupid barbed wire tattoos instead. I can’t say it in Hebrew, but in English, it says: “Hear, O Israel: Our Lord, Our God, Our Lord is One.”
I used to sleepwalk as a child. Once, I woke up in the bathtub with the water running. My parents had broken down the door to keep me from drowning.
I’m of mixed race: Half white, one-quarter African-American and one-quarter Chippewa Cree. Despite that, I have a blonde, blue-eyed daughter. I blame her father for that.
I hate killing bugs or anything, except wasps, hornets and mosquitoes. God, how I hate wasps, hornets and mosquitoes.
I’m always cold, so when I get too hot (which happens rarely), I tend to pass out. It’s kind of embarrassing.
Answers to the questions that Brikhaus the Amazing asked me:
What is something popular that you can’t stand? Mojitos. Mint should only be in toothpaste and breath-freshening candies, not alcoholic beverages.
What is your favorite movie? There’s too many to choose one, but some of my favorites are Alien, The Thing (1980s version), Some Like it Hot, House of Flying Daggers and Sherlock Jr.
What is your favorite TV show? Of all time, it’s Cowboy Bebop. Currently airing, it’s Sherlock.
What is the last movie you walked out on? I’ve never walked out on a movie. But I’ve only gone to three movies in the past two years, so it takes a lot for me to get to the theater. Also, the expense kind of precludes walking out. I mean, movie tickets are pricy and all, but all the movie theaters in town are over 10 miles away from where I live, so the gas money alone means I’m staying put and I’m liking it, dammit.
Is it better to have loved and lost, or never to have loved at all? Ugh, don’t ask me that. I haven’t had a boyfriend in years.
If you were Nicolas Cage for a day, what would you do? Watch Leaving Las Vegas over and over because, man! I used to be awesome.
Who is an infamous historical figure you would have dinner with? Lately, I’ve been reading up on true crime, so I’m going to go with Bonnie Parker. Clyde Barrow could come too, I guess, but Bonnie would be less likely to shoot you in the face, so she’s my first pick.
What book do you wish would be turned into a movie? My book, if it ever gets published, because then more people would buy it and then maybe I could stop having three jobs.
Which drink do you choose at the cinema, and why? Water, because I don’t like soda.
What is the greatest comedy film ever made? If you did not choose Monty Python and the Holy Grail, why did you choose an incorrect answer? Ooh, I do love The Holy Grail, but it’s no Some Like it Hot. It’s got Marilyn Monroe. The Holy Grail hasn’t got Marilyn Monroe.
If a large organization offered to syndicate your blog, would you sell out? In a New York Minute. See above, re: three jobs.
So there you go! All the things you wanted to know about me answered, except my real name and what I really look like (hint: Now that my hair’s getting long again, I am starting to resemble my Rin Asano avatar) and why I don’t know over 10 other blogs.
Thanks, Brik!
