Holy crap! Somebody tagged me for a meme!

Dec 12, 2008 21:41

Don't get any goddamn ideas from this. I ain't makin' a habit of it. But when lucitania knocks, that door's gotta open.



The Rules:

A. People who have been tagged must, if they choose to participate, write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question. Please italicize the new question if you do that.

B. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. [Note: No.]

01. What are your nicknames?
The Admiral. Uh, "Signalstation." That's probably it. I've never been much for nicknames.

02. How do you style your hair?
Step one is to comb the hair on top of my head forward. Then I hit it with some Suave hair spray, maximum hold. Then I comb everything to the back of my head and hit the top with some more hair spray. Then I pin it down with headphones on the way to work. This puts a dent in my hardened hair that I wish it wouldn't. My hair is heavy, so shaking my fingers through it as I arrive at work will cause it to fall over a bit more naturally, but the hairspray keeps it mostly swept back.

03. What's new in your life right now?
My mom's visiting. So there's that. And there are two foster kittens romping around. Still relatively new. Oh, and the world's economy might be heading south. Have you heard anything about that?

04. What colors are you wearing right now?
Black pants, blue-ish polo shirt, green long sleeved shirt over it. No gang affiliations at present.

05. Are you an introvert or extrovert?
By my understanding, the definitions of both derive from whether you draw personal energy from being either alone or among others. I would prefer not to be in a social situation, most times. Content to read, listen to music, think, watch films. As opposed to asking you questions about your thoughts and life. It would never occur to me to create a questionnaire like this and distribute it.

06. What was the last book you read?
Finished Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris recently. Had fun flashbacks to my own experiences during the decline and fall of the dot-com empire. Turned into a real touching book, too, after a McSweeney's-style opening.

07. Do you nap a lot?
No. Wait, what's a lot? I guess it's somewhat frequent on trains, while commuting. I read somewhere that people who nap often, or easily, are at some sort of health risk. Well, I read the headline. And I didn't read further because I didn't want to know more.

08. Who are you crushing on right now?
A gentleman doesn't speak of such things. Or he deflects them with something like "You, tiger! It's always been you!"

09. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
The crushing knowledge of my own mortality. My weight. Litterbugs. The U.S. government.

10. What's your favorite dessert?
You, tiger! It's always been you! Alternate: some chocolate-rich Ben & Jerry's concoction. Or a Dove bar with dark chocolate surrounding a pomegranate-flavoured ice cream.

11. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
About an hour, I guess. To the extent that I'm at all "ready" in the morning. I am not a morning person.

12. What websites do you visit daily?
Daily? Uh, Gmail. GlobeSmart (during the work week). Google News. SignalStation (by default). The rest might not get daily visits. Fairly regular visits go to Hullaballoo, the Huffington Post, Mike Sterling's Progressive Ruin, the FAIL Blog, Netflix, Flickr, Hulu. I've got a netvibes page to keep track of stuff, but I sometimes stay away for days at a time.

13. Do you write fic? What was the last fic you wrote?
If "fic" here is short for fan fiction, then no. If "fic" here is short for "fiction"... I used to. I haven't in awhile. The closest I come is nonsense on Twitter these days... and one day, the human race will start to fail and electrical grids will shut down, and all the time I've put into arranging electrons for pages to appear on computer screens will vanish. Why write and edit anything? Which of course begs the question, that if the sun is one day going to swell and devour the Earth, why am I so concerned about dying? Isn't dying, however it happens, better than being engulfed by a sun?

14. Do you like to clean?
Nope. I like things to be clean and would be perfectly happy if other people took care of that.

15. What's the last song that got stuck in your head?
Embarrassingly enough, this morning I woke up with "Hysteria" by Def Leppard in my head. Why? Was it the soundtrack to a dream?

16. What's the last movie you saw?
I just finished rewatching Casino Royale (the Daniel Craig version) with my wife & visiting mother, as my mother hadn't seen it and I want to lure her out to watch the sequel this weekend. I do not like James Bond, but I love what they're doing with the franchise. The up-ending of audience expectation is exhilarating.

17. Bagpipe, didgeridoo, theremin -- awesome sounds or musical vivisection?
It's all great, in the right hands. Rufus Harley plays amazing jazz bagpipe. I have Scottish heritage, so I have a genetic-level love of bagpipes anyway. There was actually a musical experiment where two men created a Most Wanted and Most Unwanted Song based on polling data. The unwanted song has all the attributes most disliked by people when it comes to music: it's long, contains holiday themes, opera, rap, country, commercial messages, children singing... and I think it's wonderful. I have pretty eclectic musical tastes. Which I showcase in music mixes, the most consistent creative endeavor I've been working at for the last few years.

18. What is your least favorite thing to do that you have to do everyday?
Floss. Because it's going to hurt. And brushing my teeth is SO boring. And it precedes going to bed, another least-favorite activity, as it means the end of all the interesting things I was doing, exchanged for a few minutes of pressing up against cold sheets and thinking about how sleep is like death, and one day I'll die and what have I done with my life and then I'm out. I fall asleep quite quickly. But usually it's preceded with a dose of existential dread.

There. I did it.

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