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20 things about me, in 2355609 minutes
goss tagged me for this twenty random things about me meme. I hardly ever get picked for these things, so yay!


1. I am hurting in a variety of small ways. An eyestrain headache, my left thumb is sore like I have a cut (but I can’t see one); my right nipple stings, my left wrist is twingy too.

2. With regard to the eyestrain headache, I wish I could figure out how to have a permanent “?style=mine” button (macro?) on my computer so I wouldn’t have to type it each time I needed to make a tiny-fonted lj page readable. I know there’s a way to make all pages default that way, but I like seeing how people want their pages to look before I change it to read.

3. I love going out to eat, a trait I got from my mother, who joked that she wanted to buy a house without a kitchen. I almost always only eat half, so I can have leftovers. I have cold steak in the fridge for later. Yum.



4. I would be bored shitless on a “lay out on the beach” vacation. Even if I was in bathing suit shape, I would rather have something cultural or at least interesting to see.

5. I love to travel, and am depressed at the likelihood I won’t do much (or probably any) of it in the foreseeable future.

6. My mother, by all accounts a well brought up woman, could blow the best spit bubbles ever. She could also burp speak very effectively. She called my father “Fuckhead”. It was meant as an endearment. I miss her.

7. I was in a what seemed big flood when I was a little girl – about 4 or 5, if I recall correctly. My sister and a couple of cousins (about 13 to 10 years older than me respectively) were staying with me while my parents were on vacation. Israel, possibly. I remember thinking the flood was the best thing ever, and how fun it was to hop from furniture to furniture. I’m thinking it was probably a lot scarier for my sister and cousins.

8. A few years later, I was in Disneyland (and the vicinity) during an earthquake. Because my parents had told me ahead of time that nothing there was real (so I wouldn’t be scared of the rides, etc) I didn’t believe it had happened until I saw the newspaper the next day. I thought it was part of the fun.

9. I wish I still felt like that now. Aside from the compassion I feel/felt for the people affected by the hurricane, I couldn’t help but think how completely screwed I’d be in the same situation.

10. I bought some “birthday cake” ice cream on impulse when I went shopping today. It made me miss birthday parties of my childhood and adolescence. Mine were usually pretty creative. My tenth was a science fiction themed costume party, with blue milk. Everyone was scared to drink it, but it was just food coloring. The ice cream turned about to be tasty. Unlike the other brand of the same flavor I tried earlier, this one has actual cake in it. Little Barbie sized chocolate cakes. Very cute. It’s Blue Bell, which we’ve only just started carrying here in TN. It was a staple in Oklahoma, though.

11. I had bifocals and braces at the age of 9, which pretty much doomed me to geekdom. Possibly the SciFi thing and having no athletic ability whatsoever played a part as well.


12. I’m apparently related somehow to David Krumholtz, of Numb3rs fame. This gives me delicious incesty thoughts. But then, so does the show.

13. That year or the next was probably the beginning of my fannishness, as I got lots of Close Encounters of the Third Kind stuff and was pretty well obsessed with it. I never got into Star Wars the same way, it was too fluffy.

14. On the other hand, I really did love Empire Strikes Back. Looking back, it hit my hurt/comfort kink in a big way. So did Reader’s Digest’s “Drama in Real Life” stories (my grandparents got it and passed them on to me) and ‘Emergency.”

15. My grandfather/uncle/cousin/ may have the longest running subscription to Reader’s Digest ever. My grandmother bought my grandfather a lifetime subscripton back when the magazine was quite new. Since so far 4 generations of my family have the same name, they just changed the address to continue the mailings. So far, nobody’s said anything.

16. I hate songs with “la la la” in them. Other nonsense syllables don’t bother me (much) but la la la makes me cringe with embarrassment.


17. I cheated, it having been a day since I started this. I won’t cout the time in the middle, as I don’t expect however many people that would mean I have to tag to do this. Nor would I want to code all those names. I was busy doing homework for my html class and my web writing class. The homework itself was easy, but getting it to upload without crashing my computer was not.

18. Oddly, my dinner and dessert were in the exact same shape, and general color. Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and a couple of chocolate donut holes for dessert. My dad made the spaghetti, and gave me a container full when he took me to dinner last night. (He always gives me care packages with the week’s newspapers, magazines, stuff he’s taped off cable and occasionally food.) His spaghetti is legendary in the family, even though it’s really just a mix of jarred sauces and a few add ins. My sister dubbed it “Daddy Spaghetti,” and the name stuck. Sadly, he froze this batch, which made it taste weird.

19. I am the pickiest eater (above the age of five) ever to eat. Rodney McKay has nothing on me, and I don’t even have food allergies to blame. (I do love citrus, though). Mostly, I don’t like condiments. No dressings, nothing on my burger/sandwiches but cheese or butter/margarine. No ketchup/mustard/mayo (which pretty much means picnic type salads are a no. I only like tomatoes in pasta sauce or barbecue. I don’t like whipped cream or jelly, either. My pickiness is often based more on texture than taste. For instance, I love creamy peanut butter, but hate nuts. I hate coconuts, too. I would be very very unhappy on Lost, except for the hot guys If only I felt the same way about chocolate…

20. My biggest pet peeve at the moment is people who don’t respond to my part of our conversation. You know, they yak and yak about whatever their issues are, and I respond with well thought out relevant ideas. And then when I say something, or bring up a (usually related) topic, it’s like I haven’t said a thing. They just go on like they didn’t even hear me. I’m a good listener, but once in a while it’s nice to be heard.

Since I have no idea in hell anymore how long this took me in actual minutes, I’m just going to tag everyone reading this who has numbers in their LJ name.