Dork meme

A meme I did a couple years ago but have updated.

List 5 reasons you are a dork, arthritis and make them good reasons: justify them, explain them.

Be loud and proud of how big a dork you are! 1. When I was little I was in love with my Dalmatian. I mean seriously in love with her. I thought she was the best thing in the world and even married her once when I was about eight years old (she was the bride, I but one of my mothers slips over her ears as a veil. I also read the book 101 Dalmatians more times than I can remember – I am guessing in the 20 to 30 times range. I am also one of those annoying people who goes on and on about how much better the book is than the movie – and whenever I see an old paperback version when I am out I will purchase it (we are talking borderline Breakfast at Tiffany’s book versus movie difference – although none of the dogs are gay in the book either). Oh, and in high school I thought it would be really cool to make a live-action version of the book with real Dalmatians. My friends laughed at me. But, what happened during my first year of university? That’s right – Disney did a live action version! People kept calling me to tell me about it because they couldn’t believe someone else had the same idea and went through with it. I should be really rich right now.

2. On another dork-dog related note. Sometimes when I see cute dogs I have troubles breathing. It’s like all of that cuteness makes my heart swell and I feel like it is going to explode. I also squeal. People who love animals understand the reaction but those poor deprived individuals who have never had a pet think that I am a freak.
3. I know all the words to most Canadian rock songs. In my previous life I must have been a real banger because I get excited when songs like “Boys in the Bright White Sportscar” come on the radio. It isn’t just Canadian songs though. I also know the words to most of Nazareth’s Greatest Hits.
4. I also have problems with certain musicals like Les Miserables. Let’s call it lyrical autism – someone can say something as innocent as “What have I done” and it turns into my having to recite this:

What have I done?
Sweet Jesus, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night,
Become a dog on the run
And have I fallen so far,
And is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate,
The cries in the dark that nobody hears,
Here where I stand at the turning of the years?

I could go on if you wanted me to. This afflication can crop up with Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat, Little Shop of Horrors, Nightmare Before Christmas and Into the Woods. Oddly enough, I don’t even listen to musicals that often. I also like to sing the male parts which is probably why my voice is destroyed.
5. The Mister and I have eight Uglydolls. We sit on the couch and hangout with the Uglies instead of watching TV. They have their own language and I have made most of them Halloween costumes – something I have neglected to do for us in the last couple years. We’re pretty sure they are up to no good when we aren’t looking. I’m pretty sure I am more of a child now than I was 20 years ago – and this doesn’t bother me.

I guess I was supposed to justify those things but I don’t really feel the need to.