Not Doing a Meme Out of Well-Mannered Spite

Andy Wheeler, in answering a current meme, makes the statement:

John Klima is the one most likely to pick up memes from me, I think. I'm not officially sending it to anybody.

And you know what? That's essentially true. There are many things that Andy has meme'd and then I've done them as well. Usually the blog post is titled something along the lines of 'Damn you Andy Wheeler' or some such nonsense. But...

You can guess from this entry's title that I am not doing the meme. This is not truly out of spite (and those who know me know that I thrive on stubbornness and spite [what does he mean I'm most likely? I'll show him most likely! I'll post about how I'm not going to do his meme!] like how some people thrive on meat and potatoes) but more out of the fact that I don't like the questions/things to provide answers to in this meme. To quote Andy: "What am I, a fourteen-year-old cheerleader?" That was in response to a question about sleeping with stuffed animals.

Well, ok, I'll answer a few of the things:

Roller coaster--scary or exciting? I find them terrifying. I feel like I'm going to fly off the tracks at any given moment. I've been on three in my life, and that's three too many. I'll sit on the bench with the purses, I'm secure enough in my sexuality that I'll sit on a bench with everyone's purse while they ride a roller coaster. (and yes, I did fix the dash in the question so it's a proper em dash)

Favorite alcoholic drink: Right now it's a rusty nail. Although a nice single malt (and MacCallan has been kind to me lately) is a drink I will never turn down.

Say one nice thing about the person who sent this to you: Andy ain't kidding when he says he enjoys food. (and that's not a crack about weight...c'mon, have you seen me?) I like people who enjoy food. Life is too short to waste time on bad food (and I don't mean bad food as in bad for you, I mean bad tasting). Plus when Andy's around, I'm no longer the beefiest guy in the room. We look like starting linemen for SF's pro football team.

Maybe at the next con we're at together we'll wrestle if people ply us with enough whiskey sours and rusty nails.