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missroseroseMan, these things are worse than rhinoviruses. Usually I'm pretty good at avoiding them, but not today, I guess. *sniffs*
Anyway, it's a pretty standard kind of thing - if you want to partcipate, post here and I'll ask you six questions. Post those and the answers in your blog. Or in the comments thread. I'm not picky.
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alexmegami:
You've mentioned moving away from Alaska. Where, ideally, would you go?
Ideally, somewhere warmer and bluer - politically, I mean. Alaska's a hardcore Republican state, and while there are some young folk here, we're pretty well outnumbered by the older conservative family-values types. (Not to mention the gun-toting nutjobs - Alaskan hicks are a breed all their own.) Current frontrunner for place-to-escape-to would be Seattle, although if we wanted to find a house for less than they cost here in Juneau we might have to go somewhere less heavily populated. ;)
Tangent: On the subject of Alaska's hardcore Republicanness, some people are commenting that there's as good a chance as we've seen in a long time for Alaska's electoral votes to go Democratic this general election. Apparently the vast majority of Alaskan Republicans despise McCain, to the point where many of them have declared that they won't vote, period if he's the nominee. Combine that with Obama's sheer loyalty-inducing charisma (the Democratic caucuses this time around were larger than they had been in decades, according to seasoned party members), and if he ends up winning the Democratic nomination some think we might well vote Democratic for the first time since JFK. (Most Republicans are pooh-poohing the idea, though, and given Obama's hard line record on gun control, a big issue up here, I find myself reluctantly agreeing with them.) End of tangent.
Did your Nohari/Johari tell you anything interesting about how people see you?
Probably the most interesting thing I learned is related to what you pointed out below - nobody who answered picked "irrational" or "impatient". Since most of the people who responded were people I know mostly online, that made me think about exactly how much effort I exert to keep my online persona in the iron grip of rationality (with rare exceptions, and then only in my personal blog). My online friends expressed surprise that I picked those, but people who knew me in real life weren't as surprised, though apparently it wasn't in the first five things they thought about when thinking of me, which was a bit of a relief. Brian wasn't surprised at all, but then, he's lived with me for three years (see answer to question #5).
What is a day in the life with your cats like?
Well, let's see - roundabout getting-up time (right now, 6:00 AM), Mr. Jerry Brown will jump up on the bed, plop down next to Brian's head, and purr. Not yowl - purr. (I might've mentioned that this cat has the loudest purrbox of any feline I've ever met - he sounds like an engine when he really gets going.) Brian stumbles out of bed, gives him his gooshyfood, then (depending on the day) either stumbles back into bed or starts making coffee. For the purposes of this simulation, we'll assume it's a weekend and he stumbles back into bed.
A few minutes later, once he's had his obligatory first few licks at the gooshyfood (he almost never eats any of it, but he seems to like licking the broth off) Dexter will jump on the bed and start demanding his morning scritchings, usually by kneading my arm/shoulder/chest/whatever happens to be exposed that morning - very, very hard. (I keep his claws trimmed pretty short for this reason.) I will groggily provide some scritchings, he will settle down, and we all go to sleep for another couple hours.
Once we finally wake up, the cats more or less ignore us as we shuffle about doing tasks. Mr. Jerry Brown might yowl to have his window opened, or Dexter might chirp at me to be picked up if he feels neglected (often happens if I don't immediately give him attention after coming home), but usually they go off and do cat things (including curling up ever-so-cutely on the bed or the sofa, one of their specialties). Once we settle down for food or a movie or a game or whatever, they'll come keep us company - Mr. Jerry Brown by sitting down to watch with us, and Dexter with his knead-knead-pet-me-now-kneadiness.
When bedtime comes around and we turn out the lights, they usually prowl about for a while (I assume to make sure that no foods are coming out to play), then curl up to sleep. Dexter will usually join us on the bed; Mr. Jerry Brown seems evenly divided between the bed or other places (couch, floor, very occasionally one of the beds we've bought him :).
Once in a while there will be hairballs or cat-hork or whatever to clean up, but usually not too often - they're pretty healthy kitties. (Which reminds me, I need to make an appointment for Mr. Brown to have his teeth cleaned and a checkup.)
Is there any specific thing that Brian does that is his way of showing he loves you (and if so, what)?
Hm...puts up with me every day? Not an entirely insignificant thing, given my penchant for constantly giving people crap about whatever's handy...=D
Specifically? I don't think it's any one exact thing, really. More just lots of little things, scattered here and there. Not the least of which is standing up to me when I become too abrasive. ;) I think what it mostly comes down to is that he treats me with respect and affection, listens to me when I need someone to talk to, and is generally my friend as well as lover. I try to do the same in return.
Your Nohari shows no one thinks you're irrational or impatient. Care to describe an event that highlights those traits in an amusing way? ;)
Okay, I realize that nothing is going to make me look good in this story, but I feel I should at least provide some context: Brian and I were on our way back home after a whirlwind weekend in Spokane; we'd gotten up at 4:00 AM to catch our morning flight to SeaTac and from there to Juneau; neither of us had had any breakfast (too early for them to have put out the usual inedible muffins and single-serving cereal bowls at the hotel), and the flight had been delayed for an hour and a half - all of which was spent in the actual plane, rather than somewhere we could get some real food, which also meant that rather than having a nice cushy layover we were going to have to rush down the concourse to make our connection. By the time we were halfway through the (rather turbulent, if fortunately short) ride, the only thought keeping me going was that there was a Burger King on the Alaska Air concourse at SeaTac, and if I sprinted, I could get a Whopper and some fries before boarding the next flight. After a while, it almost became a mantra - Soon I'll have a Whopper. Soon I'll have a Whopper. Soon I'll have a Whopper. So, naturally, the first thing I did after deboarding was exactly that - sprint down the concourse, land in front of the (fortunately deserted) Burger King stand, and order a Whopper.
Except they didn't have Whoppers.
Because it was only 7:00 AM.
All...they had...was breakfast sandwiches.
No Whoppers.
Breakfast sandwiches.
*cue heart-wrenching dramatic Vader-esque "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" scene*
Brian had to physically drag me away from the counter, where I was leaning dangerously close to the register biscuit ("No no no, I don't think you understand, I need a Whopper right now") and order two sausage muffin thingies. I remained in sullen silence for the next hour as he berated me (gently but firmly) for throwing a tantrum at the hapless employee.
To be fair, I did feel better after eating my sausage muffin. But it just wasn't the same.
(cheater question) Link me your Amazon wishlist, woman, I still owe you a Christmas gift. :P
Done, although it's on my user info page too. =P. Thanks for reminding me, though. I needed to update my address.
Anyway, it's a pretty standard kind of thing - if you want to partcipate, post here and I'll ask you six questions. Post those and the answers in your blog. Or in the comments thread. I'm not picky.
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alexmegami:You've mentioned moving away from Alaska. Where, ideally, would you go?
Ideally, somewhere warmer and bluer - politically, I mean. Alaska's a hardcore Republican state, and while there are some young folk here, we're pretty well outnumbered by the older conservative family-values types. (Not to mention the gun-toting nutjobs - Alaskan hicks are a breed all their own.) Current frontrunner for place-to-escape-to would be Seattle, although if we wanted to find a house for less than they cost here in Juneau we might have to go somewhere less heavily populated. ;)
Tangent: On the subject of Alaska's hardcore Republicanness, some people are commenting that there's as good a chance as we've seen in a long time for Alaska's electoral votes to go Democratic this general election. Apparently the vast majority of Alaskan Republicans despise McCain, to the point where many of them have declared that they won't vote, period if he's the nominee. Combine that with Obama's sheer loyalty-inducing charisma (the Democratic caucuses this time around were larger than they had been in decades, according to seasoned party members), and if he ends up winning the Democratic nomination some think we might well vote Democratic for the first time since JFK. (Most Republicans are pooh-poohing the idea, though, and given Obama's hard line record on gun control, a big issue up here, I find myself reluctantly agreeing with them.) End of tangent.
Did your Nohari/Johari tell you anything interesting about how people see you?
Probably the most interesting thing I learned is related to what you pointed out below - nobody who answered picked "irrational" or "impatient". Since most of the people who responded were people I know mostly online, that made me think about exactly how much effort I exert to keep my online persona in the iron grip of rationality (with rare exceptions, and then only in my personal blog). My online friends expressed surprise that I picked those, but people who knew me in real life weren't as surprised, though apparently it wasn't in the first five things they thought about when thinking of me, which was a bit of a relief. Brian wasn't surprised at all, but then, he's lived with me for three years (see answer to question #5).
What is a day in the life with your cats like?
Well, let's see - roundabout getting-up time (right now, 6:00 AM), Mr. Jerry Brown will jump up on the bed, plop down next to Brian's head, and purr. Not yowl - purr. (I might've mentioned that this cat has the loudest purrbox of any feline I've ever met - he sounds like an engine when he really gets going.) Brian stumbles out of bed, gives him his gooshyfood, then (depending on the day) either stumbles back into bed or starts making coffee. For the purposes of this simulation, we'll assume it's a weekend and he stumbles back into bed.
A few minutes later, once he's had his obligatory first few licks at the gooshyfood (he almost never eats any of it, but he seems to like licking the broth off) Dexter will jump on the bed and start demanding his morning scritchings, usually by kneading my arm/shoulder/chest/whatever happens to be exposed that morning - very, very hard. (I keep his claws trimmed pretty short for this reason.) I will groggily provide some scritchings, he will settle down, and we all go to sleep for another couple hours.
Once we finally wake up, the cats more or less ignore us as we shuffle about doing tasks. Mr. Jerry Brown might yowl to have his window opened, or Dexter might chirp at me to be picked up if he feels neglected (often happens if I don't immediately give him attention after coming home), but usually they go off and do cat things (including curling up ever-so-cutely on the bed or the sofa, one of their specialties). Once we settle down for food or a movie or a game or whatever, they'll come keep us company - Mr. Jerry Brown by sitting down to watch with us, and Dexter with his knead-knead-pet-me-now-kneadiness.
When bedtime comes around and we turn out the lights, they usually prowl about for a while (I assume to make sure that no foods are coming out to play), then curl up to sleep. Dexter will usually join us on the bed; Mr. Jerry Brown seems evenly divided between the bed or other places (couch, floor, very occasionally one of the beds we've bought him :).
Once in a while there will be hairballs or cat-hork or whatever to clean up, but usually not too often - they're pretty healthy kitties. (Which reminds me, I need to make an appointment for Mr. Brown to have his teeth cleaned and a checkup.)
Is there any specific thing that Brian does that is his way of showing he loves you (and if so, what)?
Hm...puts up with me every day? Not an entirely insignificant thing, given my penchant for constantly giving people crap about whatever's handy...=D
Specifically? I don't think it's any one exact thing, really. More just lots of little things, scattered here and there. Not the least of which is standing up to me when I become too abrasive. ;) I think what it mostly comes down to is that he treats me with respect and affection, listens to me when I need someone to talk to, and is generally my friend as well as lover. I try to do the same in return.
Your Nohari shows no one thinks you're irrational or impatient. Care to describe an event that highlights those traits in an amusing way? ;)
Okay, I realize that nothing is going to make me look good in this story, but I feel I should at least provide some context: Brian and I were on our way back home after a whirlwind weekend in Spokane; we'd gotten up at 4:00 AM to catch our morning flight to SeaTac and from there to Juneau; neither of us had had any breakfast (too early for them to have put out the usual inedible muffins and single-serving cereal bowls at the hotel), and the flight had been delayed for an hour and a half - all of which was spent in the actual plane, rather than somewhere we could get some real food, which also meant that rather than having a nice cushy layover we were going to have to rush down the concourse to make our connection. By the time we were halfway through the (rather turbulent, if fortunately short) ride, the only thought keeping me going was that there was a Burger King on the Alaska Air concourse at SeaTac, and if I sprinted, I could get a Whopper and some fries before boarding the next flight. After a while, it almost became a mantra - Soon I'll have a Whopper. Soon I'll have a Whopper. Soon I'll have a Whopper. So, naturally, the first thing I did after deboarding was exactly that - sprint down the concourse, land in front of the (fortunately deserted) Burger King stand, and order a Whopper.
Except they didn't have Whoppers.
Because it was only 7:00 AM.
All...they had...was breakfast sandwiches.
No Whoppers.
Breakfast sandwiches.
*cue heart-wrenching dramatic Vader-esque "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" scene*
Brian had to physically drag me away from the counter, where I was leaning dangerously close to the register biscuit ("No no no, I don't think you understand, I need a Whopper right now") and order two sausage muffin thingies. I remained in sullen silence for the next hour as he berated me (gently but firmly) for throwing a tantrum at the hapless employee.
To be fair, I did feel better after eating my sausage muffin. But it just wasn't the same.
(cheater question) Link me your Amazon wishlist, woman, I still owe you a Christmas gift. :P
Done, although it's on my user info page too. =P. Thanks for reminding me, though. I needed to update my address.
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Date: 2008-02-11 05:55 pm (UTC)Um. Or save them for Fridays. As it please you.
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Date: 2008-02-11 06:13 pm (UTC)(So, being out of the office means you have...less time to read LJ? Or are you out of the office on actual work-type things? =D)
1.) How did the coyote end up as your personal totem? Given its associations as a trickster/scoundrel character, I would assume it would be a less-than-desirable one...trickster characters make for some of the best stories, but they always seem to outwit themselves in the end. ;)
2.) I don't know much about your theatre career, but from some of your posts I assume that you've had one at some point. =) What was your favorite show that you've acted in/worked on/contributed to, and why?
3.) Similarly, what's your favorite nightmare-show story to tell? (C'mon, I know everyone has one. That's theatre for you.)
4.) Do you have any strange superstitions (theatre-related or non-) that you regularly observe, despite the fact that they would seem odd to other people?
5.) This one courtesy of Brian: Badger badger, mushroom, badger, snake, badger badger. Snake badger mushroom, badger snake?
6.) A quote popularly attributed to John Lennon goes, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." In your infinite older-and-wiser-ness, have you discovered this to be true or false?
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Date: 2008-02-12 02:14 am (UTC)I was out of the office all day in an off-site meeting. No LJ at all. sadface.
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Date: 2008-02-12 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-12 06:22 am (UTC)2. I had a significant theater career, culminating in my first directing job just before I left Oregon. (Unless you count something like my "Leave Stephen Alone" video work I did with Clay Robeson.) My favorite gig was probably... Much Ado About Nothing. I got to play Antonio with a very talented cast who eschewed the stereotypical offstage drama and focused on what would make a good show. We schmoozed with the money like pros, we worked together like a family (in the good and the bad aspects of that), and we were doing Shakespeare. Antonio is also a lovely role.
Either that or the Actor's Nightmare production we did in secondary school, despite the fact that I was the lead and had more lines to memorize than I could probably handle. My director really trusted me and gave me my head. He was very productive for me to work with.
3. Probably our production of Solid Gold Cadillac, which was a somewhat weak show to begin with. Compounded by (a) the fact that I failed to get very far into my character (which I blame as much on me as on the fact that there just wasn't that much to get), (b) the fact that, during tech rehearsal we realized we wouldn't have a set because nobody had built one yet, (c) we had a lot of trouble remembering lines. The last was not helped by the fact that there were many scenes that took place in the same locations with somewhat similar action.
4. I do like to adapt lines from MacBeth for the current production and shout them from the stage. (During Mystery of Edwin Drood, one of our favorites was the line about Birnham Wood coming to London High Street.) But at the heart of it, pretty much all superstitions are strange. Otherwise they'd be precautionary measures or wise strategies.
5. If badger badger, mushroom, then by definition you cannot snake badger mushroom--it simply badger snake badger in exclusion to the badger mushroom mushroom.
6. That's one of those tricky ones--You can make plans and make plans until life has already happened. It's one of the safest ways to avoid having to actually choose a plan and then act on it. But I'm not prepared to live a life with no planning. The thing to remember is that planning is not a substitute for acting, and even a well processed plan only survives until first contact with the enemy.
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Date: 2008-02-11 06:13 pm (UTC)It was gut-wrenching, seeing how low Star Wars had been brought under the cruel, maniacal heel of George Lucas.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Once that armor goes on, he's Darth Fucking Vader. He doesn't -get- to whine, or whinge, or cry. He's Darth Vader, the 800-pound gorilla of the Force, who will choke your insolent ass if it pleases him. Once he's encased in that obsidian-black shell, Anakin Skywalker is gone. He don't get to bitch no more.
On another note, the Burger King Tantrum will live forever in my memory. I hope the next time we go to Sea-Tac that same biscuit isn't there.
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Date: 2008-02-11 06:17 pm (UTC)So, doyawanna some questions or what? =P
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Date: 2008-02-11 07:22 pm (UTC)I like questions! Obviously. :P
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Date: 2008-02-11 08:22 pm (UTC)Let's see, questions...incidentally, if you don't want to answer some/all of these I won't be offended. I know a couple of them are personal, I'm just honestly curious.
1.) What is your favorite flavor of Ben & Jerry's ice cream? (Assuming they have B&J in Canada. ;)
2.) Do you plan to have children/not have children someday? If the former, is it an active kind of plan or more of an "if I find myself in a situation where I'd be comfortable raising kids then I'll think about it?"
3.) What would you do in the case of an unplanned pregnancy?
4.) What is your ideal living situation, socially? (I.E. single, alone with partner, with extended family, in a commune of some sort...)
5.) How do you like to dance? (C'mon, everybody does it.)
6.) Have you gotten around to reading The Name of the Wind yet? =)
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Date: 2008-02-12 02:24 am (UTC)1. We do have Ben & Jerry's, but I tend to buy Hagen Daaz if I'm getting ice cream ;) Or Baskin Robbins. Depending on my mood, I usually get rainbow sherbert or orange sherbert, or, if I think I can handle something milkier, I'll get something super-chocolatey or pralines & cream.
2. I don't plan on having children. I can't see myself ever wanting or being able to take on that kind of responsibility. I barely take care of myself as it is :P
3. Abortion. Not a great thought, but not one that I think I'd shy from if it came down to it. Which, hopefully, it never will, but.
4. A commune would be cool. That's really kind of what is happening now, with Pat's place - anywhere from two to four people live here at any given time :P I could see myself living with four to six trusted people, depending on the size of the house. Otherwise, alone with a partner.
5. I dance stupidly no matter HOW I'm trying to dance, so I tend to go more towards things that are meant to be goofy - wedding staples like the chicken dance or the Macarena ;) The robot, and so on... If I had anything resembling "grace" or "poise", ballroom dancing would be cool.
6. I am about a chapter into it. :)
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Date: 2008-02-12 02:54 am (UTC)I seem to be one of the people who enjoys both goofy dances *and* more structured things like ballroom. For some reason I've noticed fans of one tend to despise the other.
Not that you asked, but I think my ideal situation would be a larger commune of sorts, maybe eight or so close families, like on a ranch or someplace. Each individual family could have their own apartments/cottage/whatever, with big communal areas like a giant home (commune?) theater and a mead hall. (Because, c'mon, every commune has to have a mead hall. ;) That way, everyone could have their own boundaries, but still have the chance to be in community with each other. And those who didn't want children could still play with the others' kids, or parents could send their kids off to "Go bother Aunt Rose for a while", etc. Sort of the way humans evolved, really - I think there are a lot of social-support aspects of small-group living for which modern society has managed to skip over providing a reasonable analogue - child care, help with sick relatives, etc. But at the same time, you don't want to lose autonomy completely.
Glad to hear you're reading the book. =) I hope you continue - I'm actually re-reading it to Brian right now so it'll be fun to hear your thoughts while the story's fresh in my mind.
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Date: 2008-02-11 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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