A meme? Inconceivable!
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chaosvizierTrue, I haven't memed in a while, and I haven't posted anything interesting in a while, and this meme (courtesy of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dubh_ceol) seemed interesting, so here goes...
"Reply to this meme by yelling 'Words!' and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you."
dubh_ceol gave me these five words:
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ljdq:
This is really the brainchild ofangledge, five plus years ago. Although really it's the braingrandchild of Dave George, who created the original Daily Quiz. We just adapted it to LiveJournal format after he stopped quizzing. Really, it's an excuse to entertain. I love comedy, and laughter, and good jokes, and bad jokes, and just anything entertaining that gets people smiling and laughing. The world needs more of that. Not that the ljdq is making the world a better place, but if it keeps folks laughing in this corner of the internet, then that counts for something.
Pudding:
What can I say? Pudding is tasty. Almost every variety of foodstuff that has the word "pudding" in it is good. You've got your regular chocolate and vanilla varieties, and Jell-O pudding, and rice and tapioca puddings. Then you have exceptional pudding, like bread pudding, or black pudding, or blood pudding, or Yorkshire pudding. (Note that Black Pudding the D&D monster is not as tasty, but then again, he's not real, so nyah.) In Britain, all desserts are generically called pudding, which means even more tasty pudding-like treats become available (even if they are British). And finally, it's just a funny word. Pudding. Pudding pudding pudding.
Pandas:
Pandas... I remind you of pandas? Hmmm... well, they are quite a bucket of contradictions. So cute and cuddly looking, and yet still very cranky and will beat your ass. Endangered, and yet prone to just not have sex. Edible, and yet not available in the meat products section of Shop-Rite. Okay, maybe not that last one. But really. You just can't help but underestimate a panda because of its inherent cute factor. And then it kills you. I'd like to be like that too, but I don't quite have an inherent cute factor to speak of. Working on it.
Karate:
Probably my one and only physical activity. Besides walking. I love it, though. Fifteen years of work has really paid off, and while I am not a ninja or a power ranger, I am a fairly good teacher, I take a lot of pride in my accomplishments in the school, and I love doing it. Ironically, I hate fighting; I'm not really into it for the idea of beating people up. I believe it has made me a better person. Plus, it burns off all those Hot Pocket-induced calories I keep building up.
Movies:
Probably my one major relaxing activity. I like movies. Bad bad movies. I can't wrap my head around movies that want you to explore deep and meaningful issues, unless they're presented in a way that appeals to my sense of crazy. I can't get into "chick flicks" and "romcoms" and "almost anything that gets nominated for an Academy Award" because, really, I'm a film amateur at best. But I know what I do like: Action, spliced with a bit of fun and games, and seriousness be damned. I have the debatably valuable ability to utterly suspend all disbelief and accept everything the screen presents to me, which is why Flash Gordon is the BEST MOVIE EVER MADE. This is not to say that I like every bad movie presented to me; there is a point where a bad movie becomes "too bad". But I cheer for all sorts of goofy shit, and that's because movies are supposed to be fun. Plain and simple.
jfargo gave me these five words:
Evil:
To borrow a quote, "Evil will always triumph because good is dumb." Now, that's not really the truth; I just like the quote. There's plenty of smart good people and dumb evil people out there to balance out the equations. I seem to have, surely through no fault of my own, acquired a reputation of being "evil". I'm certainly no paragon of goodness and virtue, this is true; but then again, I'm not Mike "Dogkilla" Vicks. I just have occasionally loose definitions of "morals" and "ethics", and sometimes think of "getting the job done" without always thinking of the "right" way of doing things. Also, I think I kicked a cat once. But he had it coming.
Travel:
If I won a mega-huge lottery, I'd do some of the usual things like buy a house and car and other neat amenities. Then I'd take the rest of that money and fly my ass ALL OVER THE WORLD. I love seeing new places and new sights and new people and new cultures. I love the travel experience. I love taking pictures of things I've never seen. I love scenery. Of course I'd fly business class, because that's mad pimping. But I'd love to visit every country on Earth, see all the great sights, experience everything. It's a task for more than a lifetime, but I'd make the most of it.
Spicy:
I'm spicy? Well, I don't think your tongue will burn if you lick me... and strangely, I'm not a tremendous fan of super-spicy foods. I'll eat peppers and jalapenos and stuff, sure, and I can do a little extra in my salsa. But once you get into crazy peppers and things from Thailand and India and what not, hoo boy, I'm out of my league. Perhaps my personality is spicy... although sometimes I think it's mild as milk as well. Can't talk... gaming...
Humor:
A sense of humor is one of the most important characteristics I look for in other people. Laughter is the best medicine, and I believe in giving everyone around me a humor overdose. As a result, sometimes I make jokes at the wrong time; I do tend to take humor to the wrong place, and go too far. But I accept that consequence, because most of the time it works, and makes people feel better, or happier. And that is indeed a good thing.
Time:
...14:31 pm. Like the sands in the hourglass, so too are the days of our lives. Socrates' wisdom is not to be underestimated. And, considering my historically horrific dietary habits, I'm probably down to my last trickle of sand. So, hey, make the most of time. Have fun! Live! Laugh! Do crazy things! Don't be constrained by constraints! Unconstrain yourself and go wild! If it worked for The Joker, it can work for you too.
doomgirl gave me these five words:
Movies:
Like I mentioned above, I love movies. Another important distinction is that action movies especially benefit from the big screen treatment. Comedies and dramas and such project the same feeling whether on TV or in theaters, but the special effects that often go hand-in-hand with big blockbuster action movies are best appreciated in maximum size and sound, to really give the total immersion into crazy. And that's why I'm a stupid sucker for "IMAX", because it's even BIGGER than normal. And "3D", because that's 50% more D than usual. I can't resist.
Humor:
Again, mentioned above, humor is everything. It's probably my strongest personality trait. It might well be my only personality trait, because really, if I'm talking, I'm probably making a joke about something. It might even be my best and worst trait simultaneously, because while I probably do make people laugh and keep folks entertained, I also take it way beyond the line at times, and I don't always know when to turn that shit off, unless I'm making a concentrated effort to do so (read: 99% of my time at work).
Travel:
There's so much to see and do! The world is friggin' HUGE, and I don't have enough time or money to get out and see it all. I've been lucky that my job occasionally sends me to crazy places; as a result, I've been to South Africa, Mauritius, Switzerland, Qatar, and Mexico for work purposes. Throw in living in Germany for a year and travelling around a lot during that time, and then add Iceland, Israel, UK, Canada, and Portugal, and that still doesn't cover hopping around the USA, which is big enough for several countries as is. And I still haven't done enough. Curses!
Jersey:
Ah, New Jersey, you get such a bad rap. While "The Garden State" may not be as gardenish as it once was, it is not the cesspool of poisonous sludge and organized crime that most stereotypes paint it out to be. There's no denying that Camden and Newark are sufficient stains on our reputation, or that as a result of its size and location it is (I believe) the most densely populated state in the country. For me, it's a good place, and convenient, and I have no need to go anywhere else. Even if it's made me a terrible driver.
Prawn:
"I did not have sex with that prawn!" - Wikus van der Merwe, "District 9". Go see it; it was incredible.
On a lighter note, prawn (which are more or less like jumbo jumbo shrimp) are darn tasty. Unless you have a shellfish/seafood allergy, in which case they might still be tasty, but they'll kill you too. Cheeky prawns. They'll usually serve them to you whole as well, so the prawn will be sitting on your plate, eyes and legs and all, staring you down until you finally rip its head off and gnaw on its innards. But really, that's half the fun right there.
jennielf gave me these five words:
Travel:
So I've already mentioned my love of travel. Now the challenge with this is that it's tough for me to just "sit around" for eight hours flying to and fro. 19 hours on a train from NYC to Atlanta was a pretty heavy challenge, even with good company and an incident withbarbarienne and a luggage rack. I would have felt the same with the 17 hour flights to Johannesburg and Mauritius, and the 15 hour flight to Qatar, were it not for the pimping power of Business Class. That's right, I'm a whore, and proud of it. Business class really does make things better. Too bad I can't actually afford it on my own. See above, winning a big-ass lottery.
Funny:
I'll lump this under "humor", and just add that it's nice to make a joke that makes people really laugh. It's even nicer to make them spit up water/food/other. And finally, the coup de grace, getting them to spit something up out of their nose because they're laughing so hard. That doesn't happen too often. More's the pity.
Culture:
Hahaha, I'm not sure I'd call myself "cultured". I've gone and experienced a lot of culture, so I guess that's sort of true. I do like culture, sort of. In certain fashions and doses. Art challenges my cultural boundaries, especially when things called "modern art" are dubbed as Objects Of Significant Cultural Value, when really it's just a red square in a black box and I could have done that on MS Paint you no-talent hack. But I digress. Historical culture is cool, and I wish I had a better brain for things like history and stuff to remember those things.
International:
Well, I guess that's a consequence of my job. I do like knowing that I've personally met people from nearly every country in the world, and in a good number of those cases I've met their presidents or whatever passes for a head of state/government. It's cool. And it leads to my personal philosophy on prejudice against others: Every country has good people; every country has bad people. You just can't lump everyone into the same boat, no matter how hard you try. Except maybe the French. ;-) (kidding; there's good Frenchies out there too.)
Cave:
When I was...15? 16? I was on a trip in Portugal with a bunch of other students. We went exploring near the area we were staying in, and found an opening in the rocky hillside. So of course we went in. It was small, not super-cramped, but close enough. It went in about thirty feet and then became a dead end, with a crack in the rock wall through which our flashlights showed a huge cavern, inaccessible. And then we left. Let's just say that I am no longer capable of that kind of crazy adventure.
fax_celestis gave me these five words:
Prophet:
To date, I have not yet developed the ability to foresee the future or to preach the True Words of any particular deity. I'm not counting myself out of the running, though, and I would like all deities to know that my boots were made for walking, and that I will spread their word with happiness and joy and joyness, because people will listen better when the message is funny. And I can do that. Also, I'd like to be able to cast Flame Strike at will please.
Sisters:
I do not have any biological sisters. I do have some young ladies who call me "Big Brother", which makes them Little Sisters. Not Bioshock-class Little Sisters, because that's creepy. Oddly enough, I really do care a lot for my 'acquired' sisters. Don't know how that works, really. But whatever. There's nothing wrong with sisters, up until they start trying to harvest your organs for resources. No, wait, that was Bioshock again.
Mud:
I was not that kid who ran out in the rainstorm to get all muddy. Getting wet in the rain, sure, that was ok. But stomping in the mud and getting all muddied up, nope, that wasn't me. Then I learned about mud wrestling, and decided it was ok if other people did it. On the other hand, MUD (multi-user dungeon) games are a whole different story. Well, I guess not; I didn't play those either. I guess they're the same. Of course, once MUD's evolved into MMORPG's, then I bit the bullet.
Cheese:
Next to chocolate, cheese might be my favorite foodstuff of all. I like the variety of cheese, and while I don't like every cheese, I do enjoy a good number of them. Soft cheeses, blue cheeses, cheap sliced sammich cheese, peppery cheeses, goat cheese - it's all good. Cream cheese and cottage cheese are on the less positive end of the spectrum, and while I am quite adventurous (often to my detriment) when trying new things, there is a point at which even I will go no further.
Writing:
My creative streak is not musical, nor artistic, nor physical. It is in the written word. That sounds much better than it really is; I like writing and reading, and have always been a bookworm in the fantasy/sci-fi genres. I was writing stupid little stories since first grade. Once I got a computer, I filled up plenty of those 5.25" floppies with stuff. I don't think I actually improved, and calling me amateur is like high flattery. But I still like writing, and I'll keep on doing it. Sure, a "childhood dream" has always been getting a book published, but I just don't think my stuff is of the right calibre, so... nyet.
bending_sickle gave me these five words:
Jersey:
We really don't all talk like the Sopranos, you know. That's just that one place. And it's not all one big suburb of New York City; that's just that other place. I think one of the good parts of Jersey is convenience when it comes to travel - no matter where in NJ you are, you're pretty close to several major cities of the northeast USA: NYC, Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, and Washington, D.C. This is combined with ease of travel - you can take your car, but there are buses and trains to all of those locations as well, and easily accessible. Want a weekend in DC? Not difficult at all. A day in NYC? Easy as pie. Long weekend in Boston? Can do. I like that kind of access.
Comestibles:
I like food. Now, I suppose everyone likes food, mostly because it is a required element in our ongoing survival. Eat, or die, end of story. But I enjoy most foods, and I like adventure as well, which means when the opportunity comes to eat something new or different or exciting, I'll jump on that like Oprah on a baked ham. Alligator? Sign me up. Liver and brains and other cow/chicken organs? Om nom nom. Don't know what that is? Try it anyway. When I was in South Africa, I was working near a butcher shop that was also a restaurant, and I went in there almost every day and ate something different. Ostrich, kudu, elan, warthog, springbok, and a dozen other things that escape my memory. It was good. I'd do it again.
Humor:
Humor comes in many forms, and I like them all in one way or another. Puns, the "lowest form of humor", can also be the funniest. Sarcasm is one I deal out a lot too. Double entendres? Double the fun! Slapstick movies? I can run with that. I'll stand up for stand-up comedy, deal out cheap one liners, tell dead baby jokes, strike back with the classic "your mom" retort, plagiarize the old "In Soviet Russia, noun verbs you!" schtick (Thank you, Yakov Smirnoff), and much much more. There's so much to choose from, and it's almost all good. Except for Adam Sandler. He's jumped the shark, and now the shark needs to jump on him.
Foreign:
While I myself am not foreign, I do work with a lot of foreigners. (Also, Foreigner sang that song "I Wanna Know What Love Is", but that's not relevant to this discussion.) Dealing with people from different countries and cultures really provides a lot of education in human interaction. And it's fun too. Like when this Panamanian lady and I did the whole "Shaft! He's a bad mother..." routine, and a French lady asked, "What is this Shaft?" and the Panamanian said "You're French, you wouldn't get it," BWAAAAHAHAHA. Or hearing a heavily-accented Indian gentleman singing Lionel Richie's "All Night Long", BWAAAAAHAHAHA2. Or having a Seychelle lady explain that if a spitting cobra spits in your eye, breast milk is the best way to clean it out, and victims would often run to nearby villages asking for a pregnant woman to help them out, BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA3. Never a dull moment here.
Earworm:
The Geneva Convention on Human Rights covers many heinous tortures, but inflicting an earworm on someone must have just slipped under the cut after "don't use nerve gas, you big sillies". There's few things more annoying than having a song, or worse, just a line from a song, running over and over in your head without pause. Recently that dreaded internet wonder "Numa Numa" has been looping in my brain, andfizrep was responsible for sticking Christian rock in my brain without justification. Now, granted, I am cruel, and sticking songs in people's heads is something I enjoy doing (for instance, a cat flushing the toilet, or putting a banana in your ear), but in the interest of fairness, the secret is simple: singing a Bangles song will easily erase any other earworm. Of course, then you have the Bangles in your head, but truly, it could be much worse.
Who's next? I'll take you all on! Bring it!
Edit: Oh yeah, I forgot the funny picture. Thanks for being my backup brain,jfargo!
dubh_ceol) seemed interesting, so here goes..."Reply to this meme by yelling 'Words!' and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you."
dubh_ceol gave me these five words:ljdq:This is really the brainchild of
angledge, five plus years ago. Although really it's the braingrandchild of Dave George, who created the original Daily Quiz. We just adapted it to LiveJournal format after he stopped quizzing. Really, it's an excuse to entertain. I love comedy, and laughter, and good jokes, and bad jokes, and just anything entertaining that gets people smiling and laughing. The world needs more of that. Not that the ljdq is making the world a better place, but if it keeps folks laughing in this corner of the internet, then that counts for something.Pudding:
What can I say? Pudding is tasty. Almost every variety of foodstuff that has the word "pudding" in it is good. You've got your regular chocolate and vanilla varieties, and Jell-O pudding, and rice and tapioca puddings. Then you have exceptional pudding, like bread pudding, or black pudding, or blood pudding, or Yorkshire pudding. (Note that Black Pudding the D&D monster is not as tasty, but then again, he's not real, so nyah.) In Britain, all desserts are generically called pudding, which means even more tasty pudding-like treats become available (even if they are British). And finally, it's just a funny word. Pudding. Pudding pudding pudding.
Pandas:
Pandas... I remind you of pandas? Hmmm... well, they are quite a bucket of contradictions. So cute and cuddly looking, and yet still very cranky and will beat your ass. Endangered, and yet prone to just not have sex. Edible, and yet not available in the meat products section of Shop-Rite. Okay, maybe not that last one. But really. You just can't help but underestimate a panda because of its inherent cute factor. And then it kills you. I'd like to be like that too, but I don't quite have an inherent cute factor to speak of. Working on it.
Karate:
Probably my one and only physical activity. Besides walking. I love it, though. Fifteen years of work has really paid off, and while I am not a ninja or a power ranger, I am a fairly good teacher, I take a lot of pride in my accomplishments in the school, and I love doing it. Ironically, I hate fighting; I'm not really into it for the idea of beating people up. I believe it has made me a better person. Plus, it burns off all those Hot Pocket-induced calories I keep building up.
Movies:
Probably my one major relaxing activity. I like movies. Bad bad movies. I can't wrap my head around movies that want you to explore deep and meaningful issues, unless they're presented in a way that appeals to my sense of crazy. I can't get into "chick flicks" and "romcoms" and "almost anything that gets nominated for an Academy Award" because, really, I'm a film amateur at best. But I know what I do like: Action, spliced with a bit of fun and games, and seriousness be damned. I have the debatably valuable ability to utterly suspend all disbelief and accept everything the screen presents to me, which is why Flash Gordon is the BEST MOVIE EVER MADE. This is not to say that I like every bad movie presented to me; there is a point where a bad movie becomes "too bad". But I cheer for all sorts of goofy shit, and that's because movies are supposed to be fun. Plain and simple.
jfargo gave me these five words:Evil:
To borrow a quote, "Evil will always triumph because good is dumb." Now, that's not really the truth; I just like the quote. There's plenty of smart good people and dumb evil people out there to balance out the equations. I seem to have, surely through no fault of my own, acquired a reputation of being "evil". I'm certainly no paragon of goodness and virtue, this is true; but then again, I'm not Mike "Dogkilla" Vicks. I just have occasionally loose definitions of "morals" and "ethics", and sometimes think of "getting the job done" without always thinking of the "right" way of doing things. Also, I think I kicked a cat once. But he had it coming.
Travel:
If I won a mega-huge lottery, I'd do some of the usual things like buy a house and car and other neat amenities. Then I'd take the rest of that money and fly my ass ALL OVER THE WORLD. I love seeing new places and new sights and new people and new cultures. I love the travel experience. I love taking pictures of things I've never seen. I love scenery. Of course I'd fly business class, because that's mad pimping. But I'd love to visit every country on Earth, see all the great sights, experience everything. It's a task for more than a lifetime, but I'd make the most of it.
Spicy:
I'm spicy? Well, I don't think your tongue will burn if you lick me... and strangely, I'm not a tremendous fan of super-spicy foods. I'll eat peppers and jalapenos and stuff, sure, and I can do a little extra in my salsa. But once you get into crazy peppers and things from Thailand and India and what not, hoo boy, I'm out of my league. Perhaps my personality is spicy... although sometimes I think it's mild as milk as well. Can't talk... gaming...
Humor:
A sense of humor is one of the most important characteristics I look for in other people. Laughter is the best medicine, and I believe in giving everyone around me a humor overdose. As a result, sometimes I make jokes at the wrong time; I do tend to take humor to the wrong place, and go too far. But I accept that consequence, because most of the time it works, and makes people feel better, or happier. And that is indeed a good thing.
Time:
...14:31 pm. Like the sands in the hourglass, so too are the days of our lives. Socrates' wisdom is not to be underestimated. And, considering my historically horrific dietary habits, I'm probably down to my last trickle of sand. So, hey, make the most of time. Have fun! Live! Laugh! Do crazy things! Don't be constrained by constraints! Unconstrain yourself and go wild! If it worked for The Joker, it can work for you too.
doomgirl gave me these five words:Movies:
Like I mentioned above, I love movies. Another important distinction is that action movies especially benefit from the big screen treatment. Comedies and dramas and such project the same feeling whether on TV or in theaters, but the special effects that often go hand-in-hand with big blockbuster action movies are best appreciated in maximum size and sound, to really give the total immersion into crazy. And that's why I'm a stupid sucker for "IMAX", because it's even BIGGER than normal. And "3D", because that's 50% more D than usual. I can't resist.
Humor:
Again, mentioned above, humor is everything. It's probably my strongest personality trait. It might well be my only personality trait, because really, if I'm talking, I'm probably making a joke about something. It might even be my best and worst trait simultaneously, because while I probably do make people laugh and keep folks entertained, I also take it way beyond the line at times, and I don't always know when to turn that shit off, unless I'm making a concentrated effort to do so (read: 99% of my time at work).
Travel:
There's so much to see and do! The world is friggin' HUGE, and I don't have enough time or money to get out and see it all. I've been lucky that my job occasionally sends me to crazy places; as a result, I've been to South Africa, Mauritius, Switzerland, Qatar, and Mexico for work purposes. Throw in living in Germany for a year and travelling around a lot during that time, and then add Iceland, Israel, UK, Canada, and Portugal, and that still doesn't cover hopping around the USA, which is big enough for several countries as is. And I still haven't done enough. Curses!
Jersey:
Ah, New Jersey, you get such a bad rap. While "The Garden State" may not be as gardenish as it once was, it is not the cesspool of poisonous sludge and organized crime that most stereotypes paint it out to be. There's no denying that Camden and Newark are sufficient stains on our reputation, or that as a result of its size and location it is (I believe) the most densely populated state in the country. For me, it's a good place, and convenient, and I have no need to go anywhere else. Even if it's made me a terrible driver.
Prawn:
"I did not have sex with that prawn!" - Wikus van der Merwe, "District 9". Go see it; it was incredible.
On a lighter note, prawn (which are more or less like jumbo jumbo shrimp) are darn tasty. Unless you have a shellfish/seafood allergy, in which case they might still be tasty, but they'll kill you too. Cheeky prawns. They'll usually serve them to you whole as well, so the prawn will be sitting on your plate, eyes and legs and all, staring you down until you finally rip its head off and gnaw on its innards. But really, that's half the fun right there.
jennielf gave me these five words:Travel:
So I've already mentioned my love of travel. Now the challenge with this is that it's tough for me to just "sit around" for eight hours flying to and fro. 19 hours on a train from NYC to Atlanta was a pretty heavy challenge, even with good company and an incident with
barbarienne and a luggage rack. I would have felt the same with the 17 hour flights to Johannesburg and Mauritius, and the 15 hour flight to Qatar, were it not for the pimping power of Business Class. That's right, I'm a whore, and proud of it. Business class really does make things better. Too bad I can't actually afford it on my own. See above, winning a big-ass lottery.Funny:
I'll lump this under "humor", and just add that it's nice to make a joke that makes people really laugh. It's even nicer to make them spit up water/food/other. And finally, the coup de grace, getting them to spit something up out of their nose because they're laughing so hard. That doesn't happen too often. More's the pity.
Culture:
Hahaha, I'm not sure I'd call myself "cultured". I've gone and experienced a lot of culture, so I guess that's sort of true. I do like culture, sort of. In certain fashions and doses. Art challenges my cultural boundaries, especially when things called "modern art" are dubbed as Objects Of Significant Cultural Value, when really it's just a red square in a black box and I could have done that on MS Paint you no-talent hack. But I digress. Historical culture is cool, and I wish I had a better brain for things like history and stuff to remember those things.
International:
Well, I guess that's a consequence of my job. I do like knowing that I've personally met people from nearly every country in the world, and in a good number of those cases I've met their presidents or whatever passes for a head of state/government. It's cool. And it leads to my personal philosophy on prejudice against others: Every country has good people; every country has bad people. You just can't lump everyone into the same boat, no matter how hard you try. Except maybe the French. ;-) (kidding; there's good Frenchies out there too.)
Cave:
When I was...15? 16? I was on a trip in Portugal with a bunch of other students. We went exploring near the area we were staying in, and found an opening in the rocky hillside. So of course we went in. It was small, not super-cramped, but close enough. It went in about thirty feet and then became a dead end, with a crack in the rock wall through which our flashlights showed a huge cavern, inaccessible. And then we left. Let's just say that I am no longer capable of that kind of crazy adventure.
fax_celestis gave me these five words:Prophet:
To date, I have not yet developed the ability to foresee the future or to preach the True Words of any particular deity. I'm not counting myself out of the running, though, and I would like all deities to know that my boots were made for walking, and that I will spread their word with happiness and joy and joyness, because people will listen better when the message is funny. And I can do that. Also, I'd like to be able to cast Flame Strike at will please.
Sisters:
I do not have any biological sisters. I do have some young ladies who call me "Big Brother", which makes them Little Sisters. Not Bioshock-class Little Sisters, because that's creepy. Oddly enough, I really do care a lot for my 'acquired' sisters. Don't know how that works, really. But whatever. There's nothing wrong with sisters, up until they start trying to harvest your organs for resources. No, wait, that was Bioshock again.
Mud:
I was not that kid who ran out in the rainstorm to get all muddy. Getting wet in the rain, sure, that was ok. But stomping in the mud and getting all muddied up, nope, that wasn't me. Then I learned about mud wrestling, and decided it was ok if other people did it. On the other hand, MUD (multi-user dungeon) games are a whole different story. Well, I guess not; I didn't play those either. I guess they're the same. Of course, once MUD's evolved into MMORPG's, then I bit the bullet.
Cheese:
Next to chocolate, cheese might be my favorite foodstuff of all. I like the variety of cheese, and while I don't like every cheese, I do enjoy a good number of them. Soft cheeses, blue cheeses, cheap sliced sammich cheese, peppery cheeses, goat cheese - it's all good. Cream cheese and cottage cheese are on the less positive end of the spectrum, and while I am quite adventurous (often to my detriment) when trying new things, there is a point at which even I will go no further.
Writing:
My creative streak is not musical, nor artistic, nor physical. It is in the written word. That sounds much better than it really is; I like writing and reading, and have always been a bookworm in the fantasy/sci-fi genres. I was writing stupid little stories since first grade. Once I got a computer, I filled up plenty of those 5.25" floppies with stuff. I don't think I actually improved, and calling me amateur is like high flattery. But I still like writing, and I'll keep on doing it. Sure, a "childhood dream" has always been getting a book published, but I just don't think my stuff is of the right calibre, so... nyet.
bending_sickle gave me these five words:Jersey:
We really don't all talk like the Sopranos, you know. That's just that one place. And it's not all one big suburb of New York City; that's just that other place. I think one of the good parts of Jersey is convenience when it comes to travel - no matter where in NJ you are, you're pretty close to several major cities of the northeast USA: NYC, Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, and Washington, D.C. This is combined with ease of travel - you can take your car, but there are buses and trains to all of those locations as well, and easily accessible. Want a weekend in DC? Not difficult at all. A day in NYC? Easy as pie. Long weekend in Boston? Can do. I like that kind of access.
Comestibles:
I like food. Now, I suppose everyone likes food, mostly because it is a required element in our ongoing survival. Eat, or die, end of story. But I enjoy most foods, and I like adventure as well, which means when the opportunity comes to eat something new or different or exciting, I'll jump on that like Oprah on a baked ham. Alligator? Sign me up. Liver and brains and other cow/chicken organs? Om nom nom. Don't know what that is? Try it anyway. When I was in South Africa, I was working near a butcher shop that was also a restaurant, and I went in there almost every day and ate something different. Ostrich, kudu, elan, warthog, springbok, and a dozen other things that escape my memory. It was good. I'd do it again.
Humor:
Humor comes in many forms, and I like them all in one way or another. Puns, the "lowest form of humor", can also be the funniest. Sarcasm is one I deal out a lot too. Double entendres? Double the fun! Slapstick movies? I can run with that. I'll stand up for stand-up comedy, deal out cheap one liners, tell dead baby jokes, strike back with the classic "your mom" retort, plagiarize the old "In Soviet Russia, noun verbs you!" schtick (Thank you, Yakov Smirnoff), and much much more. There's so much to choose from, and it's almost all good. Except for Adam Sandler. He's jumped the shark, and now the shark needs to jump on him.
Foreign:
While I myself am not foreign, I do work with a lot of foreigners. (Also, Foreigner sang that song "I Wanna Know What Love Is", but that's not relevant to this discussion.) Dealing with people from different countries and cultures really provides a lot of education in human interaction. And it's fun too. Like when this Panamanian lady and I did the whole "Shaft! He's a bad mother..." routine, and a French lady asked, "What is this Shaft?" and the Panamanian said "You're French, you wouldn't get it," BWAAAAHAHAHA. Or hearing a heavily-accented Indian gentleman singing Lionel Richie's "All Night Long", BWAAAAAHAHAHA2. Or having a Seychelle lady explain that if a spitting cobra spits in your eye, breast milk is the best way to clean it out, and victims would often run to nearby villages asking for a pregnant woman to help them out, BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA3. Never a dull moment here.
Earworm:
The Geneva Convention on Human Rights covers many heinous tortures, but inflicting an earworm on someone must have just slipped under the cut after "don't use nerve gas, you big sillies". There's few things more annoying than having a song, or worse, just a line from a song, running over and over in your head without pause. Recently that dreaded internet wonder "Numa Numa" has been looping in my brain, and
fizrep was responsible for sticking Christian rock in my brain without justification. Now, granted, I am cruel, and sticking songs in people's heads is something I enjoy doing (for instance, a cat flushing the toilet, or putting a banana in your ear), but in the interest of fairness, the secret is simple: singing a Bangles song will easily erase any other earworm. Of course, then you have the Bangles in your head, but truly, it could be much worse.Who's next? I'll take you all on! Bring it!
Edit: Oh yeah, I forgot the funny picture. Thanks for being my backup brain,
jfargo!
