The Who Am I Tag

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As mentioned before, I tend to be late in responding to tags and awards from my readers, but I rarely forget to follow up.

Thanks, Bookidote, for your tag. The rules for this tag are for me to answer some questions and take selected personality tests. Because such tests can be time consuming, allow me to bend the rules, turn the test into a fictional exercise and fabricate my answers. Is that revealing, or what?

What is the meaning of my name?
Karina is a derivative of “careening,” which is indicative of how I careen from certain matters, such as playing it totally straight with readers. (That would be oh-so boring.)

What is my Myer-Briggs personality type?
I challenge being typecast even though such tests often reveal that I would make an excellent shoe salesperson.  Although I’m a big advocate for the right of a foot to remain comfortable all day long, I know deep inside we all want to wear ruby red shoes and be noticed. So I refuse to judge anyone who would rather wear a sparkler than a neutral pair to go with their outfit.

Other shoe salespersons you may have run into:
Larry (Macy’s)
Chelsea (DSW)
Hank (Footlocker)

What is my zodiac sign?
I am one with the universe and so I shall not isolate any one sign to define me.  Besides, I don’t think of myself as an old goat.

What is my Hogwarts House?
After way too much sorting by my classmates who could never figure me out, I was thrown out and told to start my own house. So let’s say I’m in the doghouse.

What are my learning style(s)?
All I know is you don’t touch a hot stove. I learnt my lesson the hard way.

Am I right or left-brain dominant?
My brain tends to shift to the right and left at different hours of the day. It’s like a sundial. I follow the direction of the sun.

What is my blood type?
When it comes to blood, I prefer not to have my vital fluids typed, sketched, or drawn. Just let my blood in my veins be!

What career am I meant to have?
I’m meant to be a wonderer. I’m still wondering what I should be doing.

What Divergent faction do I belong to?
I diverged to the point of not belonging in any tribe.

What does my birth order say about me?
I wasn’t the firstborn, so I’ve never felt like a guinea pig.

As always, I open this tag to all. You can answer all questions or select just those that you feel compelled to answer. Don’t be a stranger (to yourself)!

Game of Thongs: The Walk of Confidence

Part 3 of 4A Matter of Wear and Tear series
Part 1 posted on 8/24/17
Part 2 posted on 8/26/17

(Warning: Some language and sexual references may be objectionable)

Both fashionably late in joining the other contestants onstage, the first up is Crissy Bannister, tall and regal in her royal blue, silken thong. Rising from the waist of her thong is a plumage of peacock feathers held by a strip of flesh-toned material securely attached to her back. The colorful plumage hovers a couple of feet above her head. Appearing right behind her is Dana Tara Gong, whose presentation is equally imposing.

In keeping with her stage name as the Dragon Lady, Dana’s gilded-trimmed thong is adorned with sequins resembling reptilian scales. Attached to the back part of her thong is a pair of wings, resplendent with the same gilded and sequined patterns. Perched between her wings is a tiny, gold-shellacked canister connected to two silver hoses. From behind, one hose trails into a long tube, which is attached on a shoulder pad protruding 12 inches from where the pad is fastened on her shoulder. The other, much longer hose connects to a wrist band on her right hand. Jutting under her band is a button, which when pressed, sends out a whoosh of flames from the long tube atop her shoulder.

Theo swallows and mouths the word “shit” to Anya, who is posing next to him.

She whispers, “The person who fears losing is already screwed.”

Theo retorts, “Losing so terribly sucks, while winning gets you many free fucks.”

Sunny, who is on Theo’s other side, murmurs, “There is no humor in pricks.”

From the speakers, trumpets sound off, signaling the emcee to appear. Stepping boldly onstage he announces, “Welcome to our 70th annual game of thongs!” The audience bursts into applause.

The emcee shows off a sandaled foot, as he continues, “How do you like my thong?” The crowd laughs even though they’ve heard the same joke about his flip-flops every year. “For years we have been graced by our creative townies, showing off the latest design and style in thongwear. I would like to thank our sponsor that started this tradition, Made-in-Ware Ironclad Thongs.” Another round of applause ensues.

“This year marks a milestone for us because we will be retiring this contest after today.” Gasps from both audience and participants alike follow, with many muttering “Shame, shame, shame!” only barely under their breaths. The emcee holds up a hand to stop. “Please, this has been the longest running event ever this town has ever had, and we at the Chamber of Commerce Activities Committee think it’s time to have a new contest, but that’s going to be for another venue to announce. Right now, let’s focus on the show. As you all know, the prize has always been a year’s supply of thongs from our generous sponsor. But, this year, the winner will also receive the iron throne as the grand prize!”

The emcee directs everyone’s attention to the glistening throne with an M-shaped back. Although the seat of honor is referred to as an iron throne, it is made of stainless steel. The seat is mesh, usually found in office chairs, but that is the only similarity between the two. Sewn on the throne’s mesh is the front of an oversized thong.

All the participants’ eyes light up. Dana and Crissy give each other the evil eye. Juan, Theo, Sunny, Anya, and Tyrone seek out one another’s attention, each thinking their friendship might be on the line by vying for the prize.  Tyrone rolls his eyes and philosophizes to himself, “Breeze and bullshit. We are only dust, and our maker created us for fun. That is our great challenge, and our great demise.”

To be continued . . . 

Game of Thongs: The Outhouse


Part 2 of 4
A Matter of Wear and Tear series
 Part 1 posted on 8/24/17

(Warning: Some language and sexual references may be objectionable)

Anya runs to Walter. “What happened?” She can hear his muffled voice still uttering, “O’dore . . .” She turns him over and cradles his face. Then she presses her ear close to his mouth. A look of realization flashes on her face.

“’Oh, the odor’ is what you’re saying! Portable toilets can be stinky. Walter, I’m sorry it was so bad, but you need to get up if you want to be in the running.” Anya gently shakes him. Sunny joins them and tries to straighten out what little fabric she can salvage. To make matters worse, Walter’s fall landed him on some pebbles that poked some holes on his thong.

Walter sits up and thanks them. He looks down at his ruined design and says, “When you play the game of thongs, you wear it or you tear it. You can’t return it.” He exhales, “Looks like I’m sitting out the contest this year. I shoulda listened to my mom and used a real toilet before coming here. Never use a port-o-let without adequate cover . . . and a nose clip. Let that be a lesson learned.”

“The things we sniff destroy us every time, man. Store that in your skull,” Theo reinforces Walter’s words, as he and the rest continue walking toward the stage. Secretly, he’s glad to have one less rival to compete with.

Juan, Theo, Sunny, Anya, and Tyrone are met with applause as they parade onto the stage, taking their place among the others. Good to see not too many participants this year, Tyrone thinks. His plan in spreading his crabs apparently worked, although at the expense of having to suffer through it himself. But he had cleverly designed his thong to hide any evidence of discomfort and disease.

Juan surveys the group and notices two more people have yet to join them. Just then, the crowd erupts into cheering and hand-clapping, louder than the reception he and his friends received. As the cheering continues to grow louder, he sees the two, fashionable late-comers prance onto the stage.

This year is going to be a slaughter, Juan thinks, as he eyes the two show stoppers—two well-known locals who also happen to be arch enemies: Crissy Bannister and Dana Tara Gong.

To be continued . . . 

SMM Event: Write a Limerick

Get ye thee to SlasherMonster Magazine, a mean scene of wackiness and streaks of raciness. Relax for a change; shed your worries and share some funnies.

Here’s a sample of my silliness:

Mr. Whyner

That mister
Is such a whyner.

“Why you do dis?”
“Why you do dat?”
“Why you . . .”

Enough already!

With my Weedwacker,
I whack off the head of Mr. Whyner.

Silence is golden,
My glass bong I be holdin’.

For hours I smoke my wacky weed;
I hear a voice – Why am I a bad seed?

SlasherMonster

Some days are serious and call for decorum. Well, that ain’t happening at SMM this weekend, so go right ahead and throw all that classiness out the window—it’s time to get wacky and maybe a tad obnoxious, too! Pour out all the goofiness from your pores…let it soak into the cyber pages of SlasherMonsterMagazine.

Do you have a wacky poem to share? Perhaps a loony limerick you want to rap? Don’t be shy! Come on over to our house, baby, and let it rrrrrrrip.

Whoa! Things are going to get a little wacky—participate in the SMM event and you’ll have a chance to win a wacky magnet. Let’s face it…you’re crazed, amazed and dazed. Is your refrigerator looking a little too normal? Don’t worry! Ryn’s wacky magnets are full of unique character, just like you!

Give a warm welcome to our ghoulish host, Karina Pinella, who also happens to be insane………

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2016/2017 Tag

I got tagged by Shay-lon at Fitnessgrad perhaps for hanging around the locker room too much. Thanks for bringing me back to 2016 and re-thinking what I should do for the rest of 2017 with the 2016/2017 Tag!

As always, I tend to lag when responding to tags and awards. Even though we’re halfway through 2017, it’s not too late. Let’s do dis.

RULES:
1.  Mention Creator of tag
Thank you to David for creating this tag

2.  Use the image in the article
See above

3.  Mention blogger(s) who have chosen you
Woot, woot, check out Fitnessgrad

4. Answer the questions
See below

5. Tag 9 other bloggers & let them know
You know already I don’t do dis ‘cuz I don’t want to dis those who didn’t get chosen.

Describe your 2016 in 3 words
What a blast!

Write the name of 2 people that have characterized your 2016
To protect the innocents, I shall simply say him and her

Write the most beautiful place you’ve visited in 2016 and why you liked it so much
It’s impossible to pick just one out of all the beautiful palaces I visited in Bavaria. See why for yourselves:  https://karinapinella.com/2016/11/05/better-schlosses-and-gartens/

Write the most delicious food you’ve tasted in 2016
Fried carp

Write the one event in 2016 that made the greatest impression on you
It’s a toss-up between the family reunion and visiting the Dachau concentration camp in Germany.

Write the finest purchase you’ve made in this 2016, and if you want to link a photo
Chocolates from Germany – they’re all gobbled up by now. Erp

Write 3 good intentions for this 2017
To turn off the lights after midnight
To bottle up my road rage
To share my popcorn

Write 1 place you want to visit in 2017
Portugal, here I come!

Write 1 plate/food you want to eat in 2017
Prawns in fried garlic

Create Your Own Haunted House

You’re invited to attend a haunting event. Share your haunted house experience. Feel free to express your fears at SlasherMonster Magazine. Oh, there’s also a prize giveaway. Check out the details!

Here’s my contribution:

Riddle Me Boo
A riddle for you
That may keep you up at night;
Think until you’re blue.

What creaks in the dark,
Harbors slithering creatures
And abhorrent pasts?

Makes way for spirits,
But drives the living away.
A haunted house — BOO

SlasherMonster

Before we start our new event, congratulations to
!!! Megaeggz !!! 

He won Ali’s Mini-Monster Hama Bead Painting.


Boo! Turn on your proton pack, and don’t cross the streams, because we’re gonna kick the haunted house’s door down! Are you ready? Wait…have you ever been possessed? Don’t worry—you’ll start to like it after a while. Watch out for a poltergeist hiding inside a television. Keep your eyes off the flickering screen. Trust me. They say a little girl somehow, someway, was lured inside the television, but that’s a bunch of silly nonsense. You’ll just go insane. Not too bad. Oh! Stay away from the light.

Wanna play a game? No need to sacrifice your quarters.

Choose 1 out of 4 Darkcade SMM games.

  • Is your house haunted? Tell everyone about your scary experience!

  • Write a frightful story or poem.

  • Suggest a movie about a haunted house.

  • Tell us about a historical haunted house…

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