a host of eccentricities
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ontologyI feel like catching up on the memes that have been floating about under my nose for the last eon or so. I always want to do them and never get 'round to it (mainly because I have a sneaking suspicious that I am, indeed, a lazy git--and forgetful). I have to dig up the five questions that avendya asked me--oh, back in April, I think. I did them in a Notepad document and lost them, and then I found them again, and now I have to re-find-them-again.
Anyway,mermaidrain tagged me for the five-odd-things-about-you meme not too long ago, and while I'm thinking of it, I ought to have a go at it, yeah? It's been a while since I've done it, and there are lots of people reading this journal that weren't then. (I don't remember when this was, incidentally. Back when I had three or four friends, more likely than not.)
In other news, I got a package fromlexiedohtoday, containing the belated Christmas present of this very fantastic shirt (!!!). I wore it to my lesson today and my guitar teacher loved it (as do I, naturally). It is utterly perfect!!
avendya asked me--oh, back in April, I think. I did them in a Notepad document and lost them, and then I found them again, and now I have to re-find-them-again. Anyway,
mermaidrain tagged me for the five-odd-things-about-you meme not too long ago, and while I'm thinking of it, I ought to have a go at it, yeah? It's been a while since I've done it, and there are lots of people reading this journal that weren't then. (I don't remember when this was, incidentally. Back when I had three or four friends, more likely than not.) i. My guilty pleasure, where food is concerned (you know, since 'everything' doesn't count--I have been severely enamoured of food since I learnt to chew, which likely has got something to do with my father working as a pastry chef and baker for a number of years and feeding my young self things like blueberry mousse and cream puffs) is frosting. Vanilla butter frosting, actually. There's a recipe for it under the 'recipe' tag. It's got powered sugar and a bit of margarine or butter and some vanilla and milk in, and it comes out all creamy and fantastic and I could eat it forever and ever and ever. If you are lazy or haven't got a mixer or arms, you can buy something very similar in cans from Betty Crocker, which is also very tasty but the homemade variety is much cheaper. (I just made some yesterday to go with chocolate cupcakes.)
ii. I have a perfect hourglass figure, which these days is no longer considered perfect, to my great vexation. (That is to say, I would have a perfect hourglass figure if I were not quite so enamoured of food--I am not exactly overweight, but I do have bits of surplus flesh in awkward places, and when one has had large hips bestowed upon them by apparently vindictive nature, an extra pound or five makes a lot of difference.) The main downside of this whole business is that trousers cannot be found to fit me for love or money or even desperate blackmail--the few pairs I have got are too large and must be held up with belts, and they were rare finds because everything else is three sizes too small. The upside is that I look fantastic in period costume, as the clothing was made to suit a figure like mine. People with nothing up top usually look funny. (Also, period costume hides the more unnatractive of my curves quite nicely. I reckon this was on purpose, as people were more apt to be fashionably plump a century or more ago, but didn't want the lumpy bits to be accentuated.)
iii. Speaking of food--and this had better be the last of it!--I eat everything very methodically. I have little routines for various sorts of food, which are rather difficult to describe. I eat around my sandwiches and toast, getting all the crust except for the bit at the bottom, then eating the middle until there's an inch left above the bottom crust, and then devour that lengthwise. This is about the simplest it gets. The rest of them are much weirder.
iv. An album has never been listened to properly until I have heard it through my headphones while not doing anything else. I like becoming properly acquainted with albums on roadtrips. Headphones are very intimate, wheras speakers aren't--you don't have the same musical experience when the entire room is privy, you know. Also, I love catching all the little nuances of instrumentation and concentrating on where the melody goes (especially if it's one of those really fantastic melodies that surprises you by leading you one way and breaking off to go another at just the right moment--I'm thinking of Vienna Teng's 'Pontchartrain' just now because my guitar teacher and I were talking about it a little today).
v. I have this really terrible habit of talking to books. This is one of the various reasons why, when I am reading a new book, I do it very much alone. (Also because I don't like distractions; I want to be as immersed in the bookworld as possible, and I would rather not come out of it at all!) If they are books that I am chummy (read: fandomy) with in any particuar way, this is greatly intensified to epic lengths. I will occasionally come out of books in order to berate a character (funny, the talking-to is usually berating), advise them, or otherwise have some kind of a chat. Sometimes this involves them answering back, which usually ends in violence. I have been known to 'accidentally' take tumbles from the tops of parapets.
ii. I have a perfect hourglass figure, which these days is no longer considered perfect, to my great vexation. (That is to say, I would have a perfect hourglass figure if I were not quite so enamoured of food--I am not exactly overweight, but I do have bits of surplus flesh in awkward places, and when one has had large hips bestowed upon them by apparently vindictive nature, an extra pound or five makes a lot of difference.) The main downside of this whole business is that trousers cannot be found to fit me for love or money or even desperate blackmail--the few pairs I have got are too large and must be held up with belts, and they were rare finds because everything else is three sizes too small. The upside is that I look fantastic in period costume, as the clothing was made to suit a figure like mine. People with nothing up top usually look funny. (Also, period costume hides the more unnatractive of my curves quite nicely. I reckon this was on purpose, as people were more apt to be fashionably plump a century or more ago, but didn't want the lumpy bits to be accentuated.)
iii. Speaking of food--and this had better be the last of it!--I eat everything very methodically. I have little routines for various sorts of food, which are rather difficult to describe. I eat around my sandwiches and toast, getting all the crust except for the bit at the bottom, then eating the middle until there's an inch left above the bottom crust, and then devour that lengthwise. This is about the simplest it gets. The rest of them are much weirder.
iv. An album has never been listened to properly until I have heard it through my headphones while not doing anything else. I like becoming properly acquainted with albums on roadtrips. Headphones are very intimate, wheras speakers aren't--you don't have the same musical experience when the entire room is privy, you know. Also, I love catching all the little nuances of instrumentation and concentrating on where the melody goes (especially if it's one of those really fantastic melodies that surprises you by leading you one way and breaking off to go another at just the right moment--I'm thinking of Vienna Teng's 'Pontchartrain' just now because my guitar teacher and I were talking about it a little today).
v. I have this really terrible habit of talking to books. This is one of the various reasons why, when I am reading a new book, I do it very much alone. (Also because I don't like distractions; I want to be as immersed in the bookworld as possible, and I would rather not come out of it at all!) If they are books that I am chummy (read: fandomy) with in any particuar way, this is greatly intensified to epic lengths. I will occasionally come out of books in order to berate a character (funny, the talking-to is usually berating), advise them, or otherwise have some kind of a chat. Sometimes this involves them answering back, which usually ends in violence. I have been known to 'accidentally' take tumbles from the tops of parapets.
In other news, I got a package from
lexiedohtoday, containing the belated Christmas present of this very fantastic shirt (!!!). I wore it to my lesson today and my guitar teacher loved it (as do I, naturally). It is utterly perfect!!
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Date: 2007-01-30 12:45 pm (UTC)unpleasant.) Er. Yes. I sound stupidly teenagery. Shutting up now.& I eat around my toast, except I go all around it and then eat the middle. (Is there some sort of specific mental disorder relating to food habits?)
Also, word on the intimacy of headphones (crikey, that sounds wrong) -- that's the way I feel about them, though my mother is somewhat irked by this. (I have these wonderful completely soundproof headphones, which are great when one wants to catch a particular note of the piano backing or something, but not so great when one wants to keep an ear out for one's parental yell. You know.)
I sound more than usually insane in this comment. *flees*
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Date: 2007-01-31 03:59 am (UTC)and rotting, so they infiltrated our media and--did stuff. Or, um. Yeah. *pokes stuff*You eat your toast all wrong, you toast heretic. I hope you don't lick the middles out of your sandwich cookies, because that would be really depraved.
Also, word on the intimacy of headphones (crikey, that sounds wrong)
I dunno; I think I nearly caught my headphones and my earbuds snogging once. I get yelled at in the car all the time, because I sit in the back of this huge
hippievan with headphones on and I can't hear anything, and parents in the front are like, 'wait, I was talking to you for five minutes; do you mean you didn't get any of it?'no subject
Date: 2007-02-10 04:19 am (UTC)o_O
*just isn't going to ask*
I get yelled at in the car all the time, because I sit in the back of this huge hippie van with headphones on and I can't hear anything, and parents in the front are like, 'wait, I was talking to you for five minutes; do you mean you didn't get any of it?'
Hon, you're going to do your ears some permanent damage. :p No, seriously. Of course, this is coming from someone who has basically never had the volume on her iPod up over 50% and usually closer to 10 or 20%, which is only annoying when I actually want to drown something out (others' music in the office, loud people in the office, loud people in general, drama at home, etc.) but don't want to hurt my ears.
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Date: 2007-02-12 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-15 10:39 pm (UTC)Normally I keep it in a pocket in my backpack when I'm not using it; I have a case for it with a belt clip, though, so I have it clipped to a pocket (usually my little coin pocket on my jeans, because...it works) when I'm listening to it.