MEME TIME!
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_n_impI was greedy and asked two different people, so I answered 10 questions.
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
1) Do you like chocolate, yes or no, why? (IF VULCANS LIKE IT, SO MUST YOU)
What sort of cockamamie sort of question is that! ;)
YES. Yes, I quite do enjoy the produce of the cocoa tree. I mean, not that consuming it turns me into a slavering sex bomb about to go off (…in Star Trek fanon is anything to go by), it definitely has the power to brighten my day. Also, Jacques Torres Wicked Hot Chocolate may just be the only thing that allows me to tolerate my most heinous foe, Winter. And if you had ANY comprehension of how much I HATE WINTER, you would be AMAZED by its' restorative powers.
2. Something, or someone you miss the most from childhood?
Recess. Or perhaps, I just miss being able to run around every day, PLAYING something. I just miss play time in general. And having others to play with. That may explain why I'M SO OBSCENELY EXCITED ABOUT THE CENTRAL PARK MEET UP. AND THE IDEA OF FRISBEE. (I'M BRINGING MY SOCCER BALL.)
3. Tell me about something you envy?
Someone else's physical ability. Or when someone else is wittier or cleverer than me. HEEELLO green-eyed monster.
4. Tell me about a book that made an impact on your life.
Anything by Roald Dahl. Damn, that man's fiction was my childhood. I'd reread those books AD NAUSEUM. They gave me hope that even should my life go to shit good could come of it, that there were marvelous adventures to be had, adults COULD be total twits and it was commendable to think for yourself if you thought they were, that revenge was a dish best served with a side humor and s slice of success, and when schuadenfraude hits the truly heinous sorts, it's never NOT delicious.
Also, there are times my writing is downright Dahl-esque, with a dash of Wodehouse and a pinch of Chesterton. It's how I narrate the world, and my life. And I doubt that will ever change.
OH WHHHHHHHHHHHY IS tHERE NO DAHL STATUE IN CENTRAL PARK?? THERE SHOULD BE A GREAT BIG BRONZE PEACH PIT THERE!
5. What's your worst pet peeve? Why?
Personal attacks that don't have the decency to be funny. When the line between half-joking, half mocking ribbing and bitter soundbytes of blatant idiocy is not only crossed, but gleefully leaped over in a single bound. When someone I enjoy or respect goes from somewhat amusing asshole to raging douche-aholic.
Best recent example I have is of a blog I've enjoyed in the past, but can no longer enjoy, due to some truly unfunny, and quite spiteful remarks comparing how Bush and Obama threw out the first baseball pitch. Pretty much, the jist was Bush's form was beautiful and manly and American, and Jesus Christ, Obama throws like a frickin' nancy-boy this is America learn how to play baseball or GTFO what do they not teach baseball in Hawaii IF YOU WHERE EVEN BORN THERE LOL.
UM. NO. JUST. JUST GTFO. I'll take your rants about his policy, about his politics, about his sartorial choices, about how he shouldn't have been invited to Notre Dame, but Christ on a cracker I can think of at least five ways that joke could have been made without revealing yourself as a foaming-at-the-mouth conservative with a Bush-boner.
What pains the soul most is the blogger's a chestertonian. DUDE. STOP MAKING G.K. CHESTERTON (MY PERSONAL HERO) LOOK BAD BY PROXY.
*FUMES*
1. What would your dream job be?
I've come to realize that my dream job isn't so much WHAT I'm doing as the people around me and the atmosphere of the place. Last year I was doing something I WANTED to do, i.e. archaeology…but because of the people I wanted OUT. Now, I'm technically an office bitch, and I love it. THOUGH, if I could have my cake and eat it too, (and I don't CARE if the proper phrase is "eat your cake and have it too" because that STILL makes no sense to me. I WANT TO HAVE CAKE AND EAT IT, NOT HAVE CAKE AND JUST SORT OF LOOK AT IT WISTFULLY, I CAN STILL EAT CAKE AND HAVE CAKE, I'LL JUST HAVE IT INSIDE MY STOMACH RATHER THAN IN MY HAND, SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS?? HEEEEEEEEEELLO PEOPLE GET WITH THE LOGIC!!!!) I'd be someone's live-in wit, and get paid to eat good food and drink good alcohol and keep my sponsors entertained as we lived our harmonious days in a vaguely historical setting—
WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T A REAL JOB??
2. What is your first memory of?
It's either seeing Snow White at the 2 dollar movie house in my town's Main Street back when it was still a movie house and not a theater (and being terrified of the witch trying to push a rock onto the dwarves, and getting the image of Doopy getting his head stuck in the stair railing stuck in my wee head, and acting just a WEE bit too much like Doc for a young, impressionable girl), or watching the toy train go around the base of the Christmas tree at Disney World, and having my grandfather call me away from it.
I THINK the Disney World came first, but I'm not sure.
3. If you could were a character on TV who would you be and why?
Captain James T. Motherfucking Kirk.
*thinks harder*
*thinks REALLY HARD*
….Nope. No, I want to be Kirk.
I'M CAPTAIN KIRK!
4. If you won the lottery what would you buy first?
PFFFFFT I'd pay off my credit card. And then buy Photoshop. And a FLIPPIN' SWEET video editing program. And a FLIPPIN' SWEET Digital camcorder.
5. Where in the world do you most want to visit?
I've been dying to visit Turkey for years. I don't know why I have this BURNING NEED to visit Turkey, I don't even really know what I'd do or see once I got there, but HOT DAMN, I NEED to go. The best I can figure is I lived a past life there and I left the gas on. Or something. IDEK.
Oh, and I need to run wily nily through Cornwall, England. And then head north. Really, I just need to hit every Arthurian-like location EVER in one fell swoop, like Tinegal where "Arthur was born", and the Peak District, the area when Sir Gawain confronted the Green Knight!—
*tucks her Arthurian dorkery away*
THAT'S ALL. THERE ISN'T ANY MORE. SO LEAVE A COMMENT.
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
1) Do you like chocolate, yes or no, why? (IF VULCANS LIKE IT, SO MUST YOU)
What sort of cockamamie sort of question is that! ;)
YES. Yes, I quite do enjoy the produce of the cocoa tree. I mean, not that consuming it turns me into a slavering sex bomb about to go off (…in Star Trek fanon is anything to go by), it definitely has the power to brighten my day. Also, Jacques Torres Wicked Hot Chocolate may just be the only thing that allows me to tolerate my most heinous foe, Winter. And if you had ANY comprehension of how much I HATE WINTER, you would be AMAZED by its' restorative powers.
2. Something, or someone you miss the most from childhood?
Recess. Or perhaps, I just miss being able to run around every day, PLAYING something. I just miss play time in general. And having others to play with. That may explain why I'M SO OBSCENELY EXCITED ABOUT THE CENTRAL PARK MEET UP. AND THE IDEA OF FRISBEE. (I'M BRINGING MY SOCCER BALL.)
3. Tell me about something you envy?
Someone else's physical ability. Or when someone else is wittier or cleverer than me. HEEELLO green-eyed monster.
4. Tell me about a book that made an impact on your life.
Anything by Roald Dahl. Damn, that man's fiction was my childhood. I'd reread those books AD NAUSEUM. They gave me hope that even should my life go to shit good could come of it, that there were marvelous adventures to be had, adults COULD be total twits and it was commendable to think for yourself if you thought they were, that revenge was a dish best served with a side humor and s slice of success, and when schuadenfraude hits the truly heinous sorts, it's never NOT delicious.
Also, there are times my writing is downright Dahl-esque, with a dash of Wodehouse and a pinch of Chesterton. It's how I narrate the world, and my life. And I doubt that will ever change.
OH WHHHHHHHHHHHY IS tHERE NO DAHL STATUE IN CENTRAL PARK?? THERE SHOULD BE A GREAT BIG BRONZE PEACH PIT THERE!
5. What's your worst pet peeve? Why?
Personal attacks that don't have the decency to be funny. When the line between half-joking, half mocking ribbing and bitter soundbytes of blatant idiocy is not only crossed, but gleefully leaped over in a single bound. When someone I enjoy or respect goes from somewhat amusing asshole to raging douche-aholic.
Best recent example I have is of a blog I've enjoyed in the past, but can no longer enjoy, due to some truly unfunny, and quite spiteful remarks comparing how Bush and Obama threw out the first baseball pitch. Pretty much, the jist was Bush's form was beautiful and manly and American, and Jesus Christ, Obama throws like a frickin' nancy-boy this is America learn how to play baseball or GTFO what do they not teach baseball in Hawaii IF YOU WHERE EVEN BORN THERE LOL.
UM. NO. JUST. JUST GTFO. I'll take your rants about his policy, about his politics, about his sartorial choices, about how he shouldn't have been invited to Notre Dame, but Christ on a cracker I can think of at least five ways that joke could have been made without revealing yourself as a foaming-at-the-mouth conservative with a Bush-boner.
What pains the soul most is the blogger's a chestertonian. DUDE. STOP MAKING G.K. CHESTERTON (MY PERSONAL HERO) LOOK BAD BY PROXY.
*FUMES*
1. What would your dream job be?
I've come to realize that my dream job isn't so much WHAT I'm doing as the people around me and the atmosphere of the place. Last year I was doing something I WANTED to do, i.e. archaeology…but because of the people I wanted OUT. Now, I'm technically an office bitch, and I love it. THOUGH, if I could have my cake and eat it too, (and I don't CARE if the proper phrase is "eat your cake and have it too" because that STILL makes no sense to me. I WANT TO HAVE CAKE AND EAT IT, NOT HAVE CAKE AND JUST SORT OF LOOK AT IT WISTFULLY, I CAN STILL EAT CAKE AND HAVE CAKE, I'LL JUST HAVE IT INSIDE MY STOMACH RATHER THAN IN MY HAND, SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS?? HEEEEEEEEEELLO PEOPLE GET WITH THE LOGIC!!!!) I'd be someone's live-in wit, and get paid to eat good food and drink good alcohol and keep my sponsors entertained as we lived our harmonious days in a vaguely historical setting—
WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T A REAL JOB??
2. What is your first memory of?
It's either seeing Snow White at the 2 dollar movie house in my town's Main Street back when it was still a movie house and not a theater (and being terrified of the witch trying to push a rock onto the dwarves, and getting the image of Doopy getting his head stuck in the stair railing stuck in my wee head, and acting just a WEE bit too much like Doc for a young, impressionable girl), or watching the toy train go around the base of the Christmas tree at Disney World, and having my grandfather call me away from it.
I THINK the Disney World came first, but I'm not sure.
3. If you could were a character on TV who would you be and why?
*thinks harder*
*thinks REALLY HARD*
….Nope. No, I want to be Kirk.
4. If you won the lottery what would you buy first?
PFFFFFT I'd pay off my credit card. And then buy Photoshop. And a FLIPPIN' SWEET video editing program. And a FLIPPIN' SWEET Digital camcorder.
5. Where in the world do you most want to visit?
I've been dying to visit Turkey for years. I don't know why I have this BURNING NEED to visit Turkey, I don't even really know what I'd do or see once I got there, but HOT DAMN, I NEED to go. The best I can figure is I lived a past life there and I left the gas on. Or something. IDEK.
Oh, and I need to run wily nily through Cornwall, England. And then head north. Really, I just need to hit every Arthurian-like location EVER in one fell swoop, like Tinegal where "Arthur was born", and the Peak District, the area when Sir Gawain confronted the Green Knight!—
*tucks her Arthurian dorkery away*
THAT'S ALL. THERE ISN'T ANY MORE. SO LEAVE A COMMENT.
