I'm deeply amused.
Peanut only loves me secretly.
Meaning, when I'm not looking.
I think this is further proof that he is really a cat.
Meaning, when I'm not looking.
I think this is further proof that he is really a cat.
2007-09-01
Tagged.
Not like that Trever.
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janejellyroll. I dare not ignore the summons, she has mad skillz that I fear.
1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
1. My feet must, must, must be clean before going to sleep. This makes camping and attending Burning Man a difficult ordeal. Hail the gods of OCD!
2. I hate doughnuts. Not in that " do these make my butt look big" way. I truly have a deep abiding hatred for them that requires that I not eat, smell or see them. Once when confronted with the rather limited options of shivering in the rain, being trapped in a room that smelled like other people's sex (ew), and a doughnut shop, I chose the wet pavement.
3. The move "Sideways" makes me homicidal. Loser dudes seem to love it, but I want to yank out what's left of Paul Giomatti's hair and scream, "No woman should save you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I'm still pissed that I can never get those two hours of my life back.
4. I have a tracheotomy scar which is rather tiny and unnoticeable unless I point it out (generally attributing it to when I was "in the shit in 'Nam"). For some reason this gives me license to ask about other people's neck scars and I always ask. They let me, so it must be true.
5. I believe that all cold remedies are utter and complete voodoo (tipping the scales towards complete bullshit), but each and every cold season I forget this and buy Zicam (only to be bitterly disappointed later).
6. I try to never cross over grass due to a lecture on the common good from my frosh poli sci class. Nerd.
7. I do not swoon for babies, but I do get nutted up over puppies. I think there's something wrong with me too.
Tagging:
zeldappa
amber_laine
capncthulhu
lucid_whisper
hannibalv
dragonteeth
vikkilynn
Tagged by
janejellyroll. I dare not ignore the summons, she has mad skillz that I fear.1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
1. My feet must, must, must be clean before going to sleep. This makes camping and attending Burning Man a difficult ordeal. Hail the gods of OCD!
2. I hate doughnuts. Not in that " do these make my butt look big" way. I truly have a deep abiding hatred for them that requires that I not eat, smell or see them. Once when confronted with the rather limited options of shivering in the rain, being trapped in a room that smelled like other people's sex (ew), and a doughnut shop, I chose the wet pavement.
3. The move "Sideways" makes me homicidal. Loser dudes seem to love it, but I want to yank out what's left of Paul Giomatti's hair and scream, "No woman should save you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I'm still pissed that I can never get those two hours of my life back.
4. I have a tracheotomy scar which is rather tiny and unnoticeable unless I point it out (generally attributing it to when I was "in the shit in 'Nam"). For some reason this gives me license to ask about other people's neck scars and I always ask. They let me, so it must be true.
5. I believe that all cold remedies are utter and complete voodoo (tipping the scales towards complete bullshit), but each and every cold season I forget this and buy Zicam (only to be bitterly disappointed later).
6. I try to never cross over grass due to a lecture on the common good from my frosh poli sci class. Nerd.
7. I do not swoon for babies, but I do get nutted up over puppies. I think there's something wrong with me too.
Tagging:
zeldappaamber_lainecapncthulhulucid_whisperhannibalvdragonteethvikkilynnMore thoughts on Burning Man since the Chron is writing about it daily.
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2007/09/01/MNQ1RP7VN.DTL
One of the reasons why Burning Man was "limited" fun for me is that I made great pains to take care of myself. I went to sleep when I was tired (at night, it's impossible to nap during the day). I drank enough water. I didn't dare drink for fear of further dehydrating myself in an already harsh environment. I used sunscreen (even though I hate it). I didn't do any drugs. I stayed off and out of the way of things that moved quickly. I didn't play with fire. I didn't have sex with strangers. Likewise, I didn't make a habit of trusting strangers with my life.
I used the same common sense there that I try to employ here.
It goes a lot further there.
Does this make me a "hater"?
One of the reasons why Burning Man was "limited" fun for me is that I made great pains to take care of myself. I went to sleep when I was tired (at night, it's impossible to nap during the day). I drank enough water. I didn't dare drink for fear of further dehydrating myself in an already harsh environment. I used sunscreen (even though I hate it). I didn't do any drugs. I stayed off and out of the way of things that moved quickly. I didn't play with fire. I didn't have sex with strangers. Likewise, I didn't make a habit of trusting strangers with my life.
I used the same common sense there that I try to employ here.
It goes a lot further there.
Does this make me a "hater"?
I *heart* the Patriarchy...Antiquated Customs Take 1298585
Asking a woman's father for her hand in marriage.
Wtf?
Since women are officially no longer chattel to be traded from father to husband, the persistence of this peculiar custom confuses me.
Wtf?
Since women are officially no longer chattel to be traded from father to husband, the persistence of this peculiar custom confuses me.