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, 16:59:49 UTC 6 years ago Edited: December 27 2010, 17:00:59 UTC
Likewise if the clasp of your necklace moves around to the front, you kiss it and make a wish. Again, only works if you notice it naturally; if it's made it halfway around, you have to move it back *without* the wish. That's only playing fair.
I almost never wish for *things*.
However, Friday the 13ths (Fridays the 13th?) are nearly always exceptionally good days for me. 13 is my lucky number. My tattoo artist had a big "13" over his station and I considered that a very good sign.
I don't believe in divination methods, except when I do.
Oh, and I vastly prefer margarine too-- just because it's what we always had growing up and so it's the taste I'm used to. It's also the reason I prefer diet sodas (mostly) and nonfat milk. Even 2% milk tastes like whole milk to me, blech.
December 29 2010, 00:07:25 UTC 6 years ago
I make wishes when the digital clock reads 12:34:56, and when necklace clasps work around (without the kiss). In fact, where I grew up, we'd tell someone "you have a wish" when their necklace clasp was in front. Sorta like telling someone whose fly is down that "the barn door is open", I guess. :-)
I also make wishes any time both hands of an analog clock are aligned.
And if walking along a concrete sidewalk that has a makers mark stamped in it, I'll step on the mark and make a wish.
Skim milk, however, is blech to me. My mother always said that it looked and tasted like the water they rinsed the milk pots with and slopped to the pigs. To me it tastes like milky water.