I know what you’re thinking: “Oh dear, yet another award with that Hrothgarian Unger fellow. I would much prefer to be battling a pickle (yes, a pickle can indeed be a formidable enemy) in the Blastedly Bothersome Bogs of Blunderbibble than read through another award post. This guy’s so lame.”

Okay, maybe that’s not exactly what you thought, but I’m here to confirm that I have indeed received the Liebster Award from a certain Mary of Wild Writing Dreams. I researched what “Liebster” means, and I determined that it’s German for something along the lines of “dearest”. So now, you have permission to make your way to Blunderbibble and fight this fearsome vegetable of a foe. In the meantime, and without further ado, I present the “Dearest” Award. (Yes, I’m posting this a rather long time after the Mary’s post, but at least I got it done.)

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The Rules

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
   
2. Answer the eleven questions he/she asked.
   
3. Nominate 5-11 fellow bloggers.
   
4. Make sure they know you nominated them.
   
5. Ask your eleven nominated bloggers eleven questions. (Hoo boy… eleven? Great. Wonderful. Easy-peasy. I’m gonna die.)

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The Questions

1. What is something funny/weird you and your family do regularly?
We have conversations together at the dinner table. Amazing I know. On a more interesting note, my dad reads stories to everyone after dinner whenever we have the time.

2. What is one thing about you most of your readers probably don’t know?
I am a human. I’m not sure it was clear, but it’s true. Also, I climb trees. Somehow, my writing mind switches on whenever I’m perched as high as I can get on a wide oak tree.

3. What type of music do you listen to the most? (Feel free to share an awesome song from that genre!)
I mostly listen to movie soundtracks, but the occasional Twenty One Pilots is acceptable. Now one of my all time favourite songs in the general genre of movie soundtracks is Wintersong, by Marcus Warner.

4. What’s the weirdest smell you have ever smelled?
Probably soap from one of those gas-station bathrooms. I’m already scared to enter those places, and the soap smelling so odd doesn’t really help matters. Bring your own hand-soap, kids. I would suggest bringing your own restroom as well, but I’m afraid that’s easier said than done.

5. If you could be an animal, what animal would you be and why?
The natural choice would be a bird of some kind, but I’ve never really been that interested in flying. I like climbing though, so it would be nice to be a squirrel. Also, black bears seem to have it pretty well. I could climb and also be able to defend myself quite well.

6. If you could be a Disney prince (if you’re a guy) or princess (if you’re a girl), who would you be and why?
I never thought I’d be asked this question of all questions. My favourite Disney prince is probably Flynn Ryder, but I really don’t think I’d want to be him. Ooh, Aladdin is a good one though… I think I’d have to choose Aladdin. Most of the other’s are either complete idiots are absolutely flawless, neither of which I want to be.

7. What is the coolest/weirdest name you’ve seen/heard someone in real life have?
I’ve made up so many weird names myself that I honestly can’t sort between the real the fake. I’m stumped here.

8. If someone asked to be your apprentice and learn all that you know, what would you teach them?
I would teach them writing, theology, genealogy, how foolish it is not to spend five hours of your day reading, and how to change the oil on a car. Exciting, right?

9. In your opinion, what is the most annoying color?
Yellow. It’s just white, but ugly. I don’t really seeing the point of having such a colorless color. Maybe we should invent a better one to take its place.

10. What is the funniest/craziest thing you’ve ever done?
I don’t do crazy things. I have, however, introduced myself with a pseudonym just to see how long I could go without someone knowing my real name. I could very well be the shady looking kid supposedly named Gerald Morphius McQuoid at your school.

11. Can you ever be backwards on stairs, even when you’re walking down them backwards?
Stairs are an illusion. There is no backward or forward. There is no up or down. It’s all just a figment of your imagination, a odd misconception in your unreal reality, your nonexistent existence.

However, if I were to give a real answer I would say yes. Facing up is backward, down is the only way your meant to go. If you think about it, this is the only reasonable solution. After all, gravity naturally pulls you back down, so going up the stairs is unnatural.

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The Victims

1. Karl Bickerstaff @ The Wizards’ Warehouse
2. Timothy VanderKaay @ Take Captive Every Thought
3. Elisha McFarland @ Elisha McFarland (I know, you may not be interested in doing this, but I’ve gotta get all my nominees in.)
4. Emily @ The Ink-Stained Desk
5. Mary @ Middle Mary
6. Anyone else who dares step up! (I honestly think I ran out of people to nominate.)

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The Interrogation

Here are your questions, good nominees:

1. What are three books you would most highly suggest (that is, aside from the LOTR trilogy).
2. Where do you go to be inspired for writing? (e.g. library, woods, grandparents house, etc.)
3. What is your preferred writing platform? (computer, phone, typewriter, pencil and paper, etc.)
4. If you could visit any fictional location, where would you go?
5. What is one of your favorite things to do in your free time?
6. What is your least-favorite subject in school? (Feel free to rant, if you like.)
7. Do you have any plans for the summer?
8. What blog do you follow that you would highly recommend to your readers?
9. If you could visit any time in history, when would it be and why?
10. Can you suggest any good types of trees for climbing?
11. What question would you suggest I put in this space, and why?

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That’s all I got. Again, it’s rather late, but I’ve finally gotten it finished. It most certainly wasn’t easy to come up with eleven questions, but here we are. I have passed the task on to others.

Well, that’s all I have for now. Because the summer has arrived, I ought to be more active, so unfortunately you’ll be seeing more of me in the future.

Ever onward,

Jacob Unger.