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Describe Me in One Word

April 4th, 2008 Riley

Okay. This should be interesting… if people participate!

So, I got this email from my dad today, and you are supposed to reply to the person who sent it to you and describe that person in one word. Just one. No cheating. No decree on whether or not hyphenates are acceptable, but for our purposes, we’ll allow them.

So, now, your mission, should you choose to accept it-

Describe me, Sensei Riley LaShea, in one word.

Yes, I know that the majority of you do not know me in person. That should make this even more amusing. What better way for me to see exactly what kind of vibe I am putting out into the online universe. I’m not going to lie… I’m slightly frightened. But, please, don’t go easy. Let me have it. Roast me. I can take it!

Maybe.

The Nickname Quandary: Why So Many?

March 11th, 2008 Riley

When I asked about nicknames, a few days back, I was thinking that most of you would have trouble deciding which nickname to share.  (Oh yeah, I also thought more people would get involved. Group effort here, people. Group effrort.) My own personal life experience has led me to believe that all people have numerous nicknames and if you forced everyone in your life to call you by just one of them, there would be an all-out brawl by your loved ones to decide whose name would come out on top.

You see, almost every person in my life calls me something different. I don’t know why, but it would seem unnatural and wrong if they did anything else. So, here is the all-inclusive list of the names I allow myself to be called without giving the caller a swift kick to the face in response. (I’m kidding, of course. I’m not that flexible yet. But I’m doing Yoga, so watch out.)

Name: Luka or Luke
The Caller: My Mommy
Why?: I have no earthly idea, but we did go around my house a lot singing the “My name is Luka, I live on the second floor” song.

Name: Beans
The Caller: My Older Brother
Why?: Again with the WTF?. No idea. But at my 8th graduation, he screamed out this moniker at the top of his voice. Ah, my brother. Always to be counted on for the extreme humiliation.

Name: Chumpy
The Caller: Master Chase and Shawna’s Dad
Why? Because we started calling Chase Chumpy, and the fam apparently decided reciprocal nicknames were an absolute must. 

Name: Baby
The Caller: My GF, plus one friend
Why? Well, one is obvious. Then, there is the friend who heard Shawna calling me Baby and asked if she could call me Baby too. Sure, why not? The more the merrier, I say.

Name: Merz/Aunt Merzy
The Caller: My Sister, Bro-in-Law, Sis-in-Law, Dad, Little Brothers, Nephews, Great Aunt (You get the point… pretty much everyone else.)
Why?: There really is a good reason for this that I’m not going to share.

So, there you have it. Feel free to make fun of me as you see fit.

I Swear I Won’t Steal Your Identity

March 6th, 2008 Riley

Okay, I feel a little exposed here peoples! I guess telling your name and exposing your inner demons in a public forum will do that to you.

You know my insecurities. You know my views on different things (and, trust me, you’ll learn more).  If you’ve read any of my non-fanfic writings, you might know that I can be peculiar, maybe even slightly creepy.

The point is, you know all kinds of things about me, but I know hardly anything about you. Sure, there have been revelations, tiny glimpses if you will, but still… this non-reciprocal relationship we’re in kind of makes you seem like stalkers or voyeurs or… saucy little gnomes lurking about in the cracks and crevices.

And while, being the exhibitionist that I am, I don’t mind this, I do wish that you would expose a little of yourselves. It’s much more fun with someone else. And a right blast in a group setting!

So, if you are willing, come out into the light. Please join me in this orgy of friendly sharing and mutual discovery. I promise it won’t hurt.

We’ll start small. Where are you living right now? And what would you like for me to call you? Don’t be extravagant… like some people.