I'm Game

Not to be confused with Gamey, which I try to not be very often, though I do exercise regularly, so it happens...

I grew up with games... it was one of the few planes on which my dad and I overlapped, and one of the few ways my mom could engage me. I liked the number piece (like my dad). We played Hearts (I am one of those rare birds that decides now and then to shoot the moon... I think the NAME Hart has charmed me this way, because I usually succeed), cribbage... after my dad was gone my uncle taught me Backgammon... which I always win... ALWAYS (like I could take it to Vegas, always win Backgammon).

But this isn't the kind of game I mean.



I'm Game.

What I mean, is through my life, I have been an experience seeker. Somebody wants to try something wacky or bizarre, barring financial barriers (which have never been non-existent), I've generally been game. Sure... I'll go along...

Now this didn't extend (far) into drugs, and I haven't been (very) stupid. But it does give me a certain personality (and made me a bit of a leader into trouble, once upon a time. Not that I'd lead any of YOU that way... *shifty*)


Some of the things I've TRIED because I'm Game?

Foods: Alligator, frog legs, eel, sea urchin (a mistake that one), buffalo... notice the really daring food are meat of sorts... other than the Terminator firecracker, which is a shot of Terminator Stout with several drops of Tabasco... I went to China Town (San Francisco) with my friend Melinda and some extended family when I was 18 (they are all Chinese) and basically ate anything Melinda fed me, much of which she intended as a joke—I figured if a restaurant sold it, why not... (though some of it was indeed strange)...she laughed a lot. Wherever I am... whatever the locals think is cool... heck. I've even eaten ludefisk.

Extreme Sports: Superspeed skiing (step brothers set a high bar... I kept up in spite of lower skill), parasailing, windsurfing... Oh... and there was that time I jumped out of the airplane... (only once... I was 17—did this with my friend Peggy)

I won't get into my naughty shenanigans... the blog is PG after all, and TMI is okay, but only when it is really needed for the point... Let me just say I always have to drink most when I play I Never.



Writing Relevance? 

I think this being game thing is useful... I am used to conquering fear... which we saw a bit on yesterday eh? Where it gets me into trouble is leaping before I look... I got a pretty good book... SEND the query... erm... all 204,000 words admitted... GADS, what I'd sometimes give to not be so game...

But at least I am hard to scare...

How about you... are you more afraid, or more game? Does it translate to all aspects of life?


And as an added bonus, a GAME:

Fill in the blanks, and we can vote on a few finalists maybe on J day (judging) and I will think of a prize worth no financial value whatsoever, but possibly fun:

I wish my _______ were equipped with a ______.

Leave your comment, then your two-word answer (or just your two word answer) and I will give a shout to the finalists I choose. (number dependent largely on number of entries and how hard I laugh)


Happy Friday Friends!