Things are getting pretty weird here in the blogosphere when you get tagged, as I did by Melanie, over at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, to write a post using a bunch of words I never heard of. The words she used were:
- Eye – Candy
- Hoddy – Noddy
I think I’m supposed to select four of the words that Rory, over at A Guy Called Bloke, whose brainchild this nonsense is, assigned to her, replace two of them with two new words she assigned to me:
And then I’m supposed to write a post continuing Melanie’s “call me buff” story using four of Melanie’s original six words plus the two new words she assigned to me.
After that, I’m supposed to tag another blogger to take my six weird words, throw out two, add the two new words I chose, and use the new set of six words to write their own post continuing the “call me buff” story that Melanie started.
Here’s what Melanie wrote:
I am beige. Therefore there is nothing notable about me whatever. I blend in well to everything around me and am often overlooked. Fortunately, I have the gift of blatherskite. Gift or curse is a better way to say that. And I’m not the most argute person to invite to your high brow wine and cheese parties. I can wax long and prosaically on Cryptozoology…particularly the now rare and perhaps extinct species called Humanus Intelligencius Common Sense-u-us; an off shoot to a once prolific and well regarded group, Humanus Intelligencius.
Humanus Intelligencius was once mighty. Its decline began when folks in general started worrying more about things that don’t matter, like where a comma is used – which is important but only in small dosages – than things that made sense, like enough food for everybody and honesty isn’t a dirty word.
One engenders the deadly blank stare and furtive yawning if one over applies ones’ great love of trivial information. That leads, logically, to the off shoots like H.I. (or Humanus..oh you get it) Incredibulus Dumb-Ass-u-Rs and ROIUS mutations. Which in turn begat the now common Politicus Entitled Orange Skinn-u-us Moronicus, which has taken over much of the planet. Don’t look directly at those things, they aren’t eye-candy and may possibly render the incautious viewer blind.
Still I’m no hoddy-noddy, I know enough to come in out of the rawky weather. And when my time is up? As it is now, I’ll bow out gracefully. Never fear! Someone will be along presently to continue this blather about words odd and mysterious. Because some of that? Is ALWAYS welcome, even if buff persons aren’t, naked or not.
And here’s my continuation.
“Oh scrud,” I said. “I can’t find my flibbertigibbet. I swear I had it right next to my blatherskite. I was planning to head to the beach today and gaze at all those eye-candy teenyboppers wearing their itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny bikinis. But without my beige hoddy-noddy, I just don’t think I have the balls to show my face. It would just be too rawky of me. I might as well just appear in the buff.”
Okay, I’m going to tag Jim over at A Unique Title For Me to run with it. And the two replacement words I’m going to give him are:
Good luck Jim.