Several months ago I was tagged a the “7×7” meme by the lovely Nikki at My Cyber House Rules. (If you’re not reading her then you really need to check out this kickass roller derby chick.) It works out well that I hadn’t done the meme yet though because it’s perfect for my 100th blog post. Which this is.
I originally had something else in mind for my 100th post, but I would have needed to do some creative preparation and I ran out of time. I’m storing the idea though and I’ll bust it out on another time, like for my 143rd entry or something.
In the mean time here is the 7×7 Meme!
1. My Most Beautiful Post
It’s so difficult to choose since all of my posts are overflowing with eloquence and beauty.
Oh wait. I meant that it’s so difficult to choose since all of my posts are overflowing with profanity and sarcasm. Right, right…
Okay, I guess I’ll go with “Skippable Red Entry“. The introduction is my usual ridiculous burblage, but the entry itself is based on the Studio 30+ Prompt “red”. I did a poem for the prompt and I thought that it turned out kinda pretty. I also received a lot of very kind feedback from it, which meant much since this was the first post I did that was creative.
2. My Most Popular Post
This way easy enough to find since my little sidebar gadget already lists the most popular posts, and sitting at the numer uno spot is “A Very Kat Sidhe Christmas”, because you can’t spell “dysfunction” without “fun”. You also can’t spell “unconscionable” without “scion”.
Also, isn’t it interesting that “brood” can mean “descendents” or “to worry”?
Vocabulary can be fun, kids!
3. My Most Controversial Post
This is surprisingly difficult. You would think that with all my cursing, drinking and writing smut that I would have stirred up some time of tempest, but I guess I do it with such charm that I can get away with it. I guess I’ll go with “How Not to Write Smut” since it’s literally pornographic writing. It’s a very horrible farce of pornographic writing, but graphic enough that there’s no getting around that it is indeed porn.
4. My Most Helpful Post
My posts are like oysters with each one containing a pearl of wisdom. I seriously should be living on a mountain in Tibet with pilgrims scaling snowy peaks to seek my sage council. I’ll go with “How To Have a Lasting Romantic Relationship” though.
That’s right, eat your heart out Anne Landers.
*Side note: I got shit for this post from a couple of guys who did not get the humour of a woman using nunchucks to get her guy to give her sex and the TV remote.
5. A Post Whose Success Surprised Me
I could go with a number of entries listed in the “Greatest Hits” sidebar, but I know that a few of them are only popular because the pictures in them show up in images searches and that’s why they are clicked.
Can it be a page? Fuck it, I’m going with a page.
My “About Me” page gets a lot of reads and that surprises me. It’s apparent from my entries that I’m a disturbed person and I’d think that tell you everything you need to know about me.
6. A Post I Feel Didn’t Get the Attention it Deserved
I’ll go with “Here. Which Is Short For ‘Here I Am Rock You Like a Hurricane”, since I wrote it when I had about ten followers and it’s another entry about my habit of doing things without thinking.
7. The Post That I am Most Proud of
You know what kind of freak I am? It’s really bothering me that that title ends in a preposition. I could fix it, but I cut and pasted this meme and I’m too lazy to correct it.
At the risk of sounding sappy, conceited, and just like an all around prat, I have to admit that, as ridiculous as most of my posts are, I’m actually proud of them all. As I said in my Thanksgiving post, whether a post of mine is a lot of goofy-ass nonsense or if it’s a serious one, I’ve always tried to still be myself. I can stand behind all of them and say that they are me – and that’s been admittedly scary at times to make myself that vulnerable. Whether it was illustrating my warped sense of humour to sharing things that were painful, there is always that fear of rejection. But worse than that fear, is the self-loathing I would experience if I tried to hide who I am or if I wrote something I didn’t believe. I think that Harlan Ellison said it best: “[Writing] means one will walk forever on the tightrope, with each new step presenting the possibility of learning a truth about oneself that is too terrible to bear.”
Thank you all for attending the circus that is my brain. Mind the monkeys on the way out.
*BIG GROPING HUGS*