I got tagged by
deslea:
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names & why you chose them. You can't tag a person who has tagged you.
1. I've suddenly noticed that I don't eat food requiring forks very often. I eat hand foods or use chopsticks (often for things that aren't necessarily chopstick appropriate). The reason I noticed this is that when I do eat something that requires a fork, and it's a heavy utensil, it actually startles me in terms of how it feels in my hand.
2. I have to read the Wall Street Journal every day because of my desk job. Including the editorials. The editorials make me want to punch people. What blows me away the most is how often they are utterly devoid of a common sense understanding of macroeconomics. I assume that lots of readers take their crazy as truth because it's the WSJ. You all should read Barron's instead. They're snarky and sort of liberal and actually get how the economy works.
3. When I was in second grade I started The Club for Drawing Cats during recess. Everything I needed to know about how to lose friends and fuck-up leadership I learned with crayons. I'm a shitty artist too. More on this later.
4. Sometimes I feel a lot of shame about my love of and interest in in war stories, because I don't feel entitled. I feel like my narrative proclivities offend the fuck out of my pacifist friends and my veteran friends, and the fact that I take it seriously as a creator and a consumer of media somehow only makes it worse in my brain.
5. My family has a way of keeping trivial secrets that feel like a big deal. As such, I didn't find out that my father was married once before my mom until I was 19 and my birthday is either October 4 or October 1. Also, do you think someone could have told me the family cancer history at some point before I had to start getting mammograms myself? Seriously.
6. Lately, I feel like I'm living a rock star life with absolutely none of the perks. "If it's Tuesday... wait, I have no idea what state I'm in and are we sure it's Tuesday?" sums it up.
7. I have two failed vacations in my past, in that I was halfway through plans and never got there. One was to Morocco. The other was to Space Camp. I think Space Camp would break my heart now, because it wouldn't be _enough_. Still want to get to Morocco, doesn't seem important like it once did now though.
8. Every time I had my heart broken in my twenties I thought about moving to Chicago or Colorado.
9. I still really, really, secretly believe that there's magic of the most unreasonable sort out there waiting for me. I couldn't be this ridiculous if I didn't. But really. It sounds like a throwaway sentence. It's not.
10. Similarly. I do not talk about my experience of character and writing because I don't ever want to be mistaken for the crazy, eventhough I can't always tell you what makes me different from the crazy other than a bit of discretion, a lot of elegance and a fine-toothed comb.
No tagging. Drives people nuts.
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names & why you chose them. You can't tag a person who has tagged you.
1. I've suddenly noticed that I don't eat food requiring forks very often. I eat hand foods or use chopsticks (often for things that aren't necessarily chopstick appropriate). The reason I noticed this is that when I do eat something that requires a fork, and it's a heavy utensil, it actually startles me in terms of how it feels in my hand.
2. I have to read the Wall Street Journal every day because of my desk job. Including the editorials. The editorials make me want to punch people. What blows me away the most is how often they are utterly devoid of a common sense understanding of macroeconomics. I assume that lots of readers take their crazy as truth because it's the WSJ. You all should read Barron's instead. They're snarky and sort of liberal and actually get how the economy works.
3. When I was in second grade I started The Club for Drawing Cats during recess. Everything I needed to know about how to lose friends and fuck-up leadership I learned with crayons. I'm a shitty artist too. More on this later.
4. Sometimes I feel a lot of shame about my love of and interest in in war stories, because I don't feel entitled. I feel like my narrative proclivities offend the fuck out of my pacifist friends and my veteran friends, and the fact that I take it seriously as a creator and a consumer of media somehow only makes it worse in my brain.
5. My family has a way of keeping trivial secrets that feel like a big deal. As such, I didn't find out that my father was married once before my mom until I was 19 and my birthday is either October 4 or October 1. Also, do you think someone could have told me the family cancer history at some point before I had to start getting mammograms myself? Seriously.
6. Lately, I feel like I'm living a rock star life with absolutely none of the perks. "If it's Tuesday... wait, I have no idea what state I'm in and are we sure it's Tuesday?" sums it up.
7. I have two failed vacations in my past, in that I was halfway through plans and never got there. One was to Morocco. The other was to Space Camp. I think Space Camp would break my heart now, because it wouldn't be _enough_. Still want to get to Morocco, doesn't seem important like it once did now though.
8. Every time I had my heart broken in my twenties I thought about moving to Chicago or Colorado.
9. I still really, really, secretly believe that there's magic of the most unreasonable sort out there waiting for me. I couldn't be this ridiculous if I didn't. But really. It sounds like a throwaway sentence. It's not.
10. Similarly. I do not talk about my experience of character and writing because I don't ever want to be mistaken for the crazy, eventhough I can't always tell you what makes me different from the crazy other than a bit of discretion, a lot of elegance and a fine-toothed comb.
No tagging. Drives people nuts.
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Date: 2008-08-14 06:09 pm (UTC)Yeah, telling me that my father and his mother are both bipolar would have been nice if it had come earlier than three (four?) years into my experiencing such. (Note: month long depressions are not normal teenage angst.)
*sympathy*
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Date: 2008-08-14 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-14 08:21 pm (UTC)I suspect it was live the Rod Serling Impersonators club we had in University. Anyone an learn to draw a cat/ do a Rod Serling impression. But we're a club!
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Date: 2008-08-15 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-14 06:21 pm (UTC)So with you there on #5. I didn't find out about my geneticism or anything at all about my father until after I was diagnosed with kidney disease and I'm still wondering what else is staring at me though the barrel.
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Date: 2008-08-14 07:17 pm (UTC)That can be said for a lot of us, and I'd have it no other way.
My family was extreme in secret keeping, even things about myself I didn't find until too late.
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Date: 2008-08-14 07:33 pm (UTC)reposting to fix tags
Date: 2008-08-14 07:38 pm (UTC)If you're not familiar with Gundam, I feel I must
pimprecommend watching Gundam Seed and Gundam Seed Destiny. Gundam likes presenting complicated philosophies about war and why people fight. There are many other Gundam series -- Seed is one of the more recent ones. (I've only seen the first two episodes of the most recent one, so I can't fan push that one yet.) And if Patty pays attention to voice actors, I should mention that three of the four Saiyuki boys are in it.no subject
Date: 2008-08-14 07:45 pm (UTC)#10 isn't about character writing, but I don't talk about how I experience the world, because, um.... yeah. Most folk when I have? Either crazy or something else, and either way it's really uncomfortable.
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Date: 2008-08-14 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-14 07:54 pm (UTC)Like words. Less portable though! :)
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Date: 2008-08-14 07:56 pm (UTC)Of ncourse, some of it is pretty amazing stuff. For instance, I discovered a photo album once that had pictures of one of my great aunts dressed in men's clothing with her arms around women. That was pretty cool.
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Date: 2008-08-14 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-14 09:23 pm (UTC)I'm planning on having kids with my husband, so it's of interest to me.
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Date: 2008-08-14 09:25 pm (UTC)(also, I was told in an argument. I had pissed my father off and he said "you're just like my first wife.")
As an only child, no one exists to corroborate my childhood as I experienced it, as siblings can do for each other. The amount of manipulation and self-doubt this leaves me open to because my parents are erratic and unreliable makes essentially trivial things like this very disturbing.
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Date: 2008-08-14 09:32 pm (UTC)Being that I have been married once before, I'm not sure how to bring it up. I mean, it's not like my first husband has an effect on my life - no kids, we don't keep in touch, so it's not like it will be casually known. :/
That's a crappy thing for your Dad to have said. :(
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Date: 2008-08-14 11:02 pm (UTC)DOH!-now I have to comment further.
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Date: 2008-08-15 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-14 10:39 pm (UTC)The difference from the crazy is how functional you are. High-functional crazy holds jobs, sells books and fakes sanity for fancy occasions, even if it's wearing a mask to do so.
I often threatened to move to Alaska when things went wrong. It was far enough away and had more men than women, and I'd never lived in a place like that. But really, I would have gone to London or Paris or New York. I'm a city girl at heart.
Morocco is beautiful. I'm glad I got to see as much of it as I did when I was a girl, and I'd love to go back someday.
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Date: 2008-08-14 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-14 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-14 11:27 pm (UTC)2-Is the desk job the one where there have been difficulties arising with matters overseas?
3-So must hear about this sometime!
4-I could have written that paragraph complete, if I wrote as well as you.
5-My family does the more passive aggressive forms of this: they just *forget* to mention things. I was 15 or sixteen before I learned my older sister was the daughter of my mother's first husband-an Irish pilot in the RAF, who died after the war when his plane went down. Whom I had never heard of before.
And it was only a couple of years ago that I found out that I'd had plastic surgery on my ears when I was an infant.
This is completely different from thinking my mother's paternal grandmother (Australian side of the family) was a Kelly, when in fact it was O'Kiefe. "Did I say Kelly? I meant O'Kiefe." My mother often calls me Susy, so that a completely different problem.
This is also different from her being unable to recall her children's ages or years of birth.
9-I believe this of both of us. Destiny picks on the gullible.
10-We don't talk about that. And all I have is the comb.
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Date: 2008-08-15 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-15 04:41 am (UTC)*blushes* It's only because I like seeing you post, honest!
Also, I so would have been in the Club for Drawing Cats with you.
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Date: 2008-08-15 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
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