My
blogme2007 introduction (more info
here):
I’m Metalia, a left-handed former gymnast who has no rhythm whatsoever.
Seriously, it’s just
sad.
I love lip gloss, and all manner of pretty, shiny beauty products.
I’m married to the amazing and organized J, and we have a 1-year old boy.
We live in
New York, and I’m accosted by deranged hobos on a near-daily basis while making my way into Manhattan.
While not fun for
me, I can acknowledge that it makes for good blog fodder.
My love of cheese, avocados, and assorted salty snacks is legendary, as is my hatred of Charles Dickens. I love 80’s-era Crap Rock (Scorpions, anyone?), in addition to more current fare. I’ve been known to compose odes to the movie Roadhouse. I love Saturday Night Live, particularly this, this, and this. (Oh, and although it's not on SNL, have you seen this? Love that, too.) I could watch the Food Network and/or Tyra Banks shrieking about the elusive quality of "fierceness" all day and night. As you might suspect, I have a bit of a pop culture fixation.
I’m a weirdly good speller, and thus went to the National Spelling Bee when I was younger, accompanied by MY GINORMOUS UNIBROW. Sexay! I feel like the worst of days can be exponentially improved by spotting either: a) a man with a hardcore handlebar mustache, or b) a spur-of-the-moment end zone dance. Simple pleasures, man. I’m all about them.
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11 comments:
What about a guy with a handlebar mustache doing an end zone dance??? That would be the ultimate experience, I think.
My friend went to a wedding where some random guest had a huge handlebar mustache, and she went up to the guy and asked if she could have her picture taken with him. And he said yes.
Was that really 10 seconds or less? Solid intro, nonetheless!
(Talkin' it up, on the Barry Gibb Talk Show. We're talkin' 'bout chest hair... we're talkin' 'bout crazy cool medallions...)
It's destined to be a classic, next the the cowbell.
Have fun at BlogHer!!
i meet your scorpions and raise you a slaughter!
sadly, there are pictures in existence to prove it.
Hadn't seen the Barry Gibb Talk Show. I spit orange juice all over my desk. Seriously.
Crazy cool medallions -- classic! Thanks for that. :-)
Dude, how did I miss the "Nerd" award??? I about died laughing.
SEE you tomorrow.
(Dude, I hope you got waxed this week.)
Have a great time at Blogher!! I loved your intro and can't help but think if I lived near you that we would need to hang out. You, of the lip gloss and the Barry Gibb show, are my people.
(and yes I DID in fact have a fudgesicle!)
I have had the Bee Gee's "Nights on Broadway" tune stuck in my head for over a month now! Sometimes, the actual lyrics are there... sometimes, it's the Barry Gibb talk show lyrics. And of course, I have to do the Jimmy and Justin impersonation dance at the same time. No wonder people avoid me. haha
Great intro!
Now, why am I incapable of writing a clever little synopsis like that of myself? I would say you need to write a Match.com profile for me, but Guinness Girl already did that. :-)
I am so sad I will not be meeting you at BlogHer. In the end, I decided I just couldn't fork over all that cash for a weekend just a few hours from home. SOMEDAY I will meet you! Have fun!
Now if that intro doesn't win you friends at Blogher, then you need to let the unibrow grow back in. As Paris Hilton has shown us, bad press is better than no press. Be memorable for something! Have a great time, I am green with envy.
That was an awfully long ten seconds :)
METALIAAAAA! I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!
That was all I really wanted to say.
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