5. I love country music. Mostly modern country, Christian Kane and Little Big Town and Taylor Swift, but I also love that sappy old dead dogs and pickup trucks country that you find on AM radio at six in the morning. I inherited my love of the genre from my grandmother, who was respectable and stoic and could bellow along with "Fancy" like nobody's business.

4. When I'm having a bad day and want comfort food, I go home and curl up with a big bowl of frozen peas that have been heated in the microwave. All I put on them is a) salt, and b) pepper. This stems from a childhood misinterpretation of what chickpeas were, when the characters in a book I loved ate "fresh hot buttered chickpeas."

3. My family was very, very poor when I was younger. As a consequence, I think that butter tastes horrible, because we always got a brick of government butter in our "please don't starve to death" box. Margarine, on the other hand, is the taste of luxury. I had a bad margarine habit for a while after getting my first job, and bought a tub every time I went to the store.

2. I am very superstitious, and very picky about my superstitions. I count crows, pick up pennies, and occasionally look for auguries in bags of M&Ms. I do not, however, freak out when I see a funeral procession, or insist on touching my collar and asking magpies how their wives are. This helps me strike a good balance. Just never get between me and a street penny.

1. I have a paralyzing phobia of pudding, which extends to all "pudding-type" substances, including custard and overly-warm milkshakes. Suddenly biting into an unexpected cream filling has been known to make me throw up on the spot. Luckily, this does not extend to the unnatural white goo inside Twinkies.

So that's five things you may or may not know about me. What do you think I may or may not know about you?

Note the first:

I automatically friend back anyone who friends this journal, because it seems the polite thing to do. However, as noted in my user information, I don't have time to read everyone who friends this journal. I might have been better off going with a "don't friend anyone, ever" policy, I don't know, but I didn't, and it's too late now. So if you've posted something and you wanted me to see it, you need to tell me directly, rather than just assuming I'll come across it on my own. Being shirty with me because I haven't seen it will just get you looked at blankly. I do a very good blank look.

Note the second:

Yes, Wicked Girls has arrived at my house, and yes, I have started mailing them. That being said, there are 300 to be mailed, and there's only one of me. I've managed to get one batch packed and to the post office, with another batch ready to go out today...leaving only 220 in the database to be dealt with. Asking me where your CD is will only make me cry. You should receive an email when your order is officially ready to go to the post office, and it will be sent within twenty-four hours (or so) of that email being sent. If you really, really need to update your address information, you should mail me yesterday, and be prepared for bribery.

Note the third:

Yes, I am still mailing "Wicked Girls" posters, although I can only carry a very limited number to the post office each day. At present, all but six paid orders have been mailed, and I have eight more orders pending unpaid. If you have a question about your order, please feel free to contact me. When I say "please send your shipping information to this address as a reply to this message," I mean it; don't include it in your PayPal receipt. Shipping information in a PayPal receipt will not be seen or captured.

And that's the administravia for today.