Who on earth are you?
Well, my name is Betsy, which is a pretty fun name to have. I love words, which makes me a sesquipedalian. I love talking, which makes me a bablatrice. I love cats, which makes me an ailurophile. I love purple, which makes me….nothing. Absolutely nothing, as far as I can find. What’s with that, word makers? Do lovers of purple get no fancy title? I see how you feel about us. I guess we could coin a word: “moberastes,” or “purpuramator,” for example. Or we could go with the slightly more obvious “violaphile,” but THAT makes us sound as if we loved the viola, and we are violinists now and forever. I have hiked in the Grand Canyon. I have been to China. I have written part of a book. I sing all the time, sometimes on key and sometimes not. I have six fantastic siblings. But really, the only thing about me that matters eternally is that I am a child of God. I hope you are, too.
What on earth is a metaphorical cello?
Well. That’s a little more complicated. You’ve heard this song? If not, watch it. It’s beautiful. It inspired a metaphor which was taken too far, and one of my friends commented, “Whoa whoa whoa…don’t stretch the metaphorical cello!” I needed a name for my blog that was cooler than “Betsy’s Blog.” Metaphorical cello sufficed. Runner-up: Short story long. Pretty much sums up my life.
What on earth are you doing with your life?
For the time being, I’m studying theology + piano performance. Sooner than I think, I suppose I’ll be gradumatated, and I have no clue what I’ll be doing then. I welcome your suggestions.
Do you have a favorite joke you’d like to share?
Why, yes, as a matter of fact! What do you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question?
(That’s the end. Isn’t it funny?)
Will you be creeped out if I comment on every single one of your posts and send you videos of myself covering songs from Broadway musicals?
Abso-stinkin-lutely not. In fact, I would love it.