curious4. 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?
December 27 2010, 17:15:54 UTC 6 years ago
I hate my birthday. If anything bad will happen, it WILL happen on my birthday. Occasionally the most unlucky day on the Jewish calender (Tisha b'Av) falls on my birthday. I think this is not a coincidence. I blame birth trauma--my mother and I both nearly died when I was born. I keep threatening to change the date.
I once somehow convinced a middle school English teacher to let me recite "One Night in Bangkok" for a speech class, which given the amounts of drug use and prostitution referenced in that song, she really shouldn't have let me do. This is a feat I am occasionally called upon to replicate when drunk at a karaoke bar, and is about the only way you will get me to a microphone, because I can't sing, and nobody is more keenly aware of this than me.
I have a lion motif. I'm a Scottish Leo (I occasionally insist I was two weeks late simply to avoid being a Cancer). I'm a Jewish convert, and all converts are members of the tribe of Judah, whose symbol is the lion. My Hebrew name means "Lioness". My glasses have little stylized lions on the side (which I actually didn't notice when I picked htem, I only noticed when I actually brought them home a week later--I picked them because they were big black frames I could find if they fell off; I'm so nearsighted this is a problem) and I wear a lion rampant necklace most of the time. People tend to buy me things with lions on them. It's a self-feeding cycle at this point; the more lion things I have around the more people notice them and then provide me with still more.
I have been known to explain the prior statement with great ire when I am accused of being a member of Team Edward for said lion motif.
December 27 2010, 23:50:00 UTC 6 years ago