I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your journals, or we have something else in common, and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me, and I thank you for your interest in my words.
But here’s a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: “Ah, there’s so and so…they enjoy the savory aroma of monkey brains a la mode.”
I’d love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then, if you like, post this in your own journal and see what gems of knowledge appear.
As much as I read, as much as I enjoy science fiction and fantasy, I just can’t make myself read the Lord of the Rings. I loved the Hobbit. I loved the Silmarillion. I loved the movies! I just can’t get past the first 70 pages in the LotR.
I know I lose a lot of geek cred here, but there you have it.
You know what I did?
(secret)
I skipped most of the first book the first time through.
(/secret)
*grin*
Actually, that’s been suggested before. I probably will, one of these days.
Books on CD can be your friend here. Find someone who’s a good reader, and even boring things like the first LOTR books become interesting.
Alternately, go through it with Cliff Notes. I find that for me, once I have the gist of a story, I can scan through it much faster.
Also, see SparkNotes.
I was never as happy as I was in college and am really looking forward to going back.
“If you can’t make light of yourself, there’s no one else worth making light of.” I try to live by this.
I like choices, but I don’t like to choose… poly, bisexual, switch and I work for Apple making Windows run on a Macintosh. I have a bottle of Irony Pinot Noir sitting right next to my Microsoft Ship Award plaque on my desk.
you are amazing. (poly bisexual switch… all good things)
have you tried making MS paint work on a mac?
Just thought I’d share the love.
I didn’t like the color orange before burning man in, um, 2002? when a nifty campmate showed me the light. 🙂 I also wouldn’t have been caught dead in pink before then. As a constantly evolving person, I’ve made a lot of changes in my philosophy, mannerisms, and habits over time. But I think that the change in wardrobe colors is probably the change that surprises my college friends the most.
I was once left with my sister (6) when I was 2 in the desert for about a day and a half. We were in a VW buss, and the people supposed to be taking care of us were tripping balls up in the rocks in Joshua Tree Park.
I had dry skin (I believe because of this) for over 30 years after this…as in alligator skin.
you knew it – I’m boring
I’m your token friend who had a “normal” childhood.
I lived in one home until I went to college. I went to the same public school from kindergarten to 12th grade. My parents are still married to each other. I wasn’t abused. I didn’t take drugs.
Even my rebellions have been pretty boring, I suppose. I’ve sometimes wondered why you’d want to be my friend, and I’ve often been thankful you chose to.
Re: you knew it – I’m boring
Because solid, dependable people like you provide me a sense of constancy in the world. You show me that not everyone has had a shitty life and there are better options out there for me and my children.
Re: you knew it – I’m boring
sorry, there’s more of us out here
Well my childhood was relatively ‘normal’ till I was 18, then it got odd but that was due to mom getting brain damage
I will tell you two things, because I can not decide which to share.
1) I love vanilla cupcakes. Which is weird, because I hate vanilla cake in slices.
2) When I grow up, I want to own a lot of lego.
I like to think I hide it reasonably well, but I’m actually fiercely competitive. If you knew that already, then the fact is that I think I hide it well.
You hid it well until the 2007 Football season.
Ooo. This sounds like something I could handle today.
I like to sleep with the patio door open for as long as I can. I like the fresh air.
I, too, had a very ‘normal’ upbringing (except my mom was difficult). My three sisters are very important in my life even though we don’t live near each other or see/ talk as much as we want to. I actually really liked and loved my mother in law.Never knew A’s dad as he died before I showed up.
Now that both of my parents are dead, I find myself assuming that they are ‘watching’ in some capacity and I sometimes find myself telling them stuff silently. I think — and hope– Dad would have approved of the new kitchen. When are you and Noah coming around to see it?!
Hm. Not sure. I will be up in the city early tomorrow, but I’m not sure I will be physically up for a visit. 🙁
I never know what to put on these things.
Alright. I shoot with Canon cameras. And this year I started playing with film, finally.
There’s a story here. I shot some back in middle school. Lost one of my mother’s expensive cameras, (at the time), which caused me serious guilt for a while. But back then, I figured it’d take me tens of thousands of shots to get competent with a camera. Calculating up the cost of film, developing, etc, I figured that would be more expensive than my college education. So I stopped taking pictures. Back in the 70’s, I figured, I’d just wait for digital.
In 2000, I was getting ready to take a long trip, so I looked into digital cameras and bought a sony. (two, actually). It served me ok, but after my first season of dickens, I promised myself that if I did it a second time, there’s be a serious camera involved. And there was.
I’ve since probably taken over 100,000 shots and I’m getting reasonably competent. Not entirely professional yet, but damned close. So this year I bought a cheap film camera, (all film cameras are cheap now), and started experimenting. If you see black and white shots from me, those aren’t digitally processed. They’re genuine black and white film shots.
I have a lot of nerf guns, and my cats know the sound of a cocking nerf gun exquisitely. Sergei runs away because he has PTSD, Trixie loves to chase the darts.
I (believing I was doing the right thing) explained to my sister that if she didn’t cry on her first day of school, Mom and Dad would be disappointed.
I’ll never live that down among my family. *sigh*
This is trivial and yet somehow important to me… I worked in a little local hardware store in high school. I loved it. I love what I do now, but something about being “the hardware store girl” just fit me so well. When I have a total breakdown I’ll escape academia for the joys of a small town store where every customer knows your name.
Peppermint Bark is my new crack. I’m seriously considering either a) stockpiling a supply until next season or 2) finding a website that will sell it year round.
I tried making peppermint bark this year, but it doesn’t taste quite right. I think maybe some of the peppermint candies I used were actually cinnamon.
Do you like your peppermint bark with milk chocolate, or just white?
Both kinds of chocolate. Hands down.
I have weird, stubby not-quite-toenails on both of my baby toes. One of my children has one on one toe, and the other has none.
Hmm, me, too! Mine are around the size of two grains of rice.
Art forms are transient things with me… a couple years of high school it was poetry, or writing in general… Then painting and drawing… then painting miniatures… then costuming… then dance… then trying my hand at an instrument
The only one I feel really competent at is sewing.
i used to look weird but now most of the time i just can’t care anymore, so my weirdness sneaks up on you. it still surprises me sometimes the way that people treat “normal” people.
People assume I am normal. I’m always amused at the extent of the assumptions people make about me. I have had people say things like, “Well, what can you expect from those kind of people” when describing groups I am part of as well only they don’t notice.
Hmm , let’s see. I feel like I have an artist trapped in my body somedays, but I’ve never been able to validate words/ideas as my art…. my artist sits quietly, waiting for me to figure it out.
I laugh at my own mental processing a lot. I see scar tissue and brilliance in the way I think, all the time. It makes me very curious about the way that OTHER people think and how that affects everything.
I feel like a total failure as a Dyke, (well, not really, but I feel like I’m perpetuating the dickless femme phenomena) … I have NEVER had a successful strap on experience on Top. It’s lame, and I have grown very disenchanted with this reality.
Any surprises? 😉
I’m a little surprised you can’t manage a strap on. I so want to volunteer to help you learn. 🙂
I have no doubt about my CAPACITY, it’s just a matter of timing and people and circumstances .. and, and …
At least you know I’m humble enough to admit it. LOL
Don’t be a tease. You’ll give me a complex.
Maybe it is wishful thinking, but I’m still hoping that someday the stars will align properly and we will get to fuck one another up. I don’t think there will be a clear top/bottom in this. I do think that we will both be piles of goo when we are done. 😉
I love potatoes in almost any form. I’m seriously thinking about making a spot for them in my vegetable garden next year (I have a tiny space to begin with!)
That’s because potatoes are the most perfect food. 🙂
Lemon is my favorite flavor. When I was a baby my mother would give me the lemon from her iced tea to keep me occupied at restaurants. The perfect lemon bar is one that’s got just a hint of sweetness, has a moist crust and a firm lemon curd layer.
From kindgergarten to fourth grade, I spent every recess chasing the first person who made fun of me every year, without stopping except to catch my breath…..it wasn’t until the middle of that year that I made a kid cry and suddenly realized he was human and in fact had no idea why I was chasing him.
I then had a crush on him the next year. He gave me his number maybe 8 or 9 years later and said ‘….wow, you’re really cute now….’. It was weird. I was weird. I’m still pretty weird but I’m ok with that.
Um, let’s see
My grandmother used to say she got a lovely tan because of her nigger blood. Will that do?
Re: Um, let’s see
My grandfather was fond of explaining that we have a “nigger in the woodpile” and thus my aunt and neice look half black.
I am currently in the process of growing my hair out.
It’s been about six months now, and when I shake my head and I can actually feel it dusting around. This is quite novel for me, since for the longest time my hair has been something like one inch long. The last time my hair was this long was half my lifetime ago, in a banana field about 9000 miles away.
And after another inch or two, I will have curls like Shirley Temple.
I have mild Asperger’s Syndrome, which may or may not be (partially) to blame for an almost crippling social anxiety.
I like to climb buildings late at night.
I don’t go to parties because they give me crippling panic attacks.
I’m a practicing Catholic.
Blackberries are my favourite food in the entire world.
Despite having grown up on a farm and become really against gardening activities in my teenager years as a result I now really enjoy growing things in my back yard.
Food stuff
I like pretty much all chocolate, and will eat cheap Hershey’s, even though I prefer the good stuff, like Lindt 70%.
I can’t stand peanut-butter cookies, though I really like peanut butter.
I like coffee, but I don’t like coffee-flavored anything.
In general, I’m an incredibly picky eater, but since I’m not keeping kosher or vegetarian or Atkins or anything else which wipes out whole categories of food, I hide it pretty well.
I’m dyslexic, but you might have known that.
When I was in kindergarten, I was transfered to the ‘educationably mentally retarded’ class. That didn’t last long.
Me too! Except I was there in high school’s special ed instead.
Here’s something about me… I still have a blanky for comfort at 23, and I plan to keep it around til I’m 70.
i can cross one eye at a time.
(yes, I am catching up slowly)
I tend to wear make-up when my own masks start feeling thin and inadequate. Otherwise I hate it.