STD?

Tamarind at Righteous Orbs has started a new blog gift that keeps on giving. Tamarind’s calling it a blogger STD, in the hopes that it’ll spread, infection-like.

Here are the basic details on the exchange from his post:

I notice that it’s a season for gift-giving, mulled wine, the warm fuzzies and what not … and, putting aside my bah humbug inclinations, I got to thinking, well, how can we can spread a little festive love around here? And, given how connective blogs are and how much we like tagging each other to write things, I came up with a Cunning Plan…

It’s basically a blog-content gift exchange (and it really needs a catchier title), and here’s how it works. If you’d like to play, leave me a comment and in return I’ll give you a subject, or ask you a question … and then you go away and blog about it. It doesn’t have to be a whole blog post, this is meant to be low pressure gift-exchange, but, you know, a comment or a paragraph, or a corner of a post (or a full post, if you want to really indulge me, or feel inspired). And if I suggest something crap or boring in which you have no interest, you can look at it as the equivalent of a pair of novelty socks, say “thank you very much, Tam” and throw it away entirely, and I’ll pretend not to notice and make a mental note not to get you novelty socks next year….

And then, if you feel like it, you can throw it open on your own blog, inviting people to comment if they’re will to blog on a subject of your choosing….

I caught mine from Sideshow and Syrana, who requested that I blog about the first story I ever wrote.

My First Story

I don’t know if it was my first story, but I found it scrawled out in painfully-careful lettering on a page of notebook paper, so it’s definitely the oldest story I know about.

In vivid grade-school prose, I told the story of the first giraffe ever to go to space. Out on the savannah, doing giraffey things, he was cruelly captured by heartless scientists and subjected to a battery of confusing tests before being put in a space suit and shot up into space in a rocket. He was feeling quite sorry for himself, thinking his life couldn’t get much worse, when he noticed that the lack of gravity in space had caused all of his spots to lift into the air and float off!

That’s all I can remember. Did he regain his spots? Did he make it back down to earth? Perhaps the shuttle was waylaid by long-necked aliens? The world may never know.

Anyone Want an STD?

If you’d like a blog post assignment, comment and let me know! I’ll happily pass on the fun!