Five things you may or may not know about me.: seanan

Five things you may or may not know about me.

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?

Five of my Own- to be Fair.

kittikins

December 27 2010, 16:33:08 UTC 6 years ago

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1. I have a paralyzing fear of geese, stemming from an unfortunate trip with my elderly grandmother to the lake when I was a toddler. Apparently being chased half a mile by a flock of geese that tower over you makes an impression. I always think I'm over it, until I try to take little kids "duck" feeding and end up locking myself in the car crying as they happily pet the duckies.

2. I make a mean trifle.

3. I'm a fairly extreme introvert. I love the people I love, and everyone else can have a nice comfortable life that never ever intersects mine. This baffles people when they find out as I am loud and often gather uncessary attention with my antics. It helps that I like quite a few people and don't tell others who are standing around that they're dumb unless I'm on an emotional rampage.

4. You know I have two bunnies, one of which is a little angora rabbit, Jane- Princess of the Bunnies (TM). I also have Wylie, the Toothless Wonder (TM). Wylie, a recent sheter adoptee at 5 yrs old, had an inflamed gum condition to the point that he would starve himself. Two months and about two thousand dollars into ownership, he was gumming his way around. He's also a bit off in his head- I've had cats my whole life but I've never had one give me a black eye or split my lip so badly that I needed to go to the ER. So, Wylie the Gummy Cat gets kitty Prozac and I get to tell people that I have an abusive relationship with my toothless cat, who beats me up.

5. I have Bill Pullman's speech in Independence Day memorized. I still stand and recite it with him whenever the movie is on TV.

Re: Five of my Own- to be Fair.

seanan_mcguire

December 27 2010, 16:37:16 UTC 6 years ago

You know, #3 is a pretty good description of me, too. I love your facts!

cbpotts

December 27 2010, 16:55:49 UTC 6 years ago

I share your fear of geese, and would like to offer you the solace that they are, in fact, quite delicious when cooked by someone who knows how to cook them properly so they are not greasy. You can work out a lot of childhood fear by eating the thing that terrified you.

Unless of course you were terrified by things like poodles or taxi cabs. Then my formula falls right apart.