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Just snow, already.
Jan. 6th, 2009 09:27 amI still maintain that if it's going to be 37 degrees and pouring down rain, I would prefer a nice, inconvenient snowstorm (read: We'd get half an inch) to just shut down town. I'm supposed to do bridge sampling this week at work, but that's not going to happen today. I draw the line at sampling off a foot-wide bridge shoulder when cars are blowing by me at 55 MPH on slick streets with poor visibility.
Instead, I'll answer some questions! They come via![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goddessirony by way of temper_day and accipiter:
1. My uncle once: took us out on the beach at night when we were children. He laughed at me when I cried and screamed at him to stop his sons from pulling the legs off of ghost crabs... so I hit him. My parents made me apologize, but I wasn't sorry. I thought he should have been.
2. Never in my life: will I wait tables again.
3. When I was five: my grandfather died. He'd been staying in my room while he was ill, and insisted my parents take him to the hospital because he refused to die in my bed. He is one of the people I wish I'd gotten the chance to know. I remember catching imaginary rabbits and bringing them to him to skin (at four, I thought this was great fun). He was a classic Southern Gentlemen(tm) of the day: Worked in the cotton industry, kept roosters for cock-fighting cooped up in the back of his downtown office, and loved no pastime so much as fishing with my dad.
4. High school was: probably a lot less traumatic than I thought at the time.
5. I will never forget: throwing casting nets with my dad at low tide in a salt marsh. Casting nets make it totally okay to end up with salty, gritty marsh muck between your teeth, because the only way to get the net to spread properly is to hold one of the weights in your mouth as you wind up to toss it.
6. Once I met: Snow. Yeah, remember Snow? I was in high school, and Informer was the hit song of the year, and as we all squealed and ran to get pictures taken with him, his bodyguard proclaimed loudly over and over, "He's not Vanilla Ice! He's not Vanilla Ice!"
7. There’s this girl I know: who is an incredibly talented musician. She plays more musical instruments than I can count, has a lovely alto singing voice, and composes beautiful music. I wish I saw more of her.
8. Once, at a bar: I realized that losing count at 8 shots of tequila is a recipe for regret. ...Okay. Actually, I realized this the following morning.
9. By noon, I’m usually: ready for a nap. Even if I got up at 9.
10. Last night: I dreamt that the Mormons broke into my house and filled it with propaganda. Mormon foods in my cabinet, Mormon statuary on my shelves, Mormon leaflets in my bookshelf. (Do Mormon foods and statuary even exist?) In the dream I was trying very hard to explain to the Mormons just why this was so damn creepy. ...Okay, I'm lying. I actually had that dream two nights ago. But it makes a good story.
11. If only I had: half as much motivation as I need to work on my dissertation project with the dedication I should.
12. Next time I go to church: I'll be playing piano for the Unitarians again. I really need to visit my own Episcopal church one of these days. :P
13. What worries me most: is whether we'll want to live on this planet in fifty years.
14. When I turn my head left I see: a photograph of the office secretary (I'm at her desk today) with her crazy, crazy family.
15. When I turn my head right I see: rain.
16. You know I’m lying when: I tell you how much I adore football. (I'm probably just exhibiting adaptive camouflage to avoid being lynched by the natives on Grove Day.)
17. What I miss most about the Eighties is: my parents being together.
18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: a walk-on. I'm a lousy actress.
19. By this time next year: I hope to be a decent cellist and know how to weave.
20. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: be bugfuck insane. Someone come knock some sense into my head. On the other hand, if I ever go back to school it will imply that I left school with my PhD, so that might be a good thing.
Your turn! Yes, you!
Instead, I'll answer some questions! They come via
goddessirony by way of temper_day and accipiter:1. My uncle once: took us out on the beach at night when we were children. He laughed at me when I cried and screamed at him to stop his sons from pulling the legs off of ghost crabs... so I hit him. My parents made me apologize, but I wasn't sorry. I thought he should have been.
2. Never in my life: will I wait tables again.
3. When I was five: my grandfather died. He'd been staying in my room while he was ill, and insisted my parents take him to the hospital because he refused to die in my bed. He is one of the people I wish I'd gotten the chance to know. I remember catching imaginary rabbits and bringing them to him to skin (at four, I thought this was great fun). He was a classic Southern Gentlemen(tm) of the day: Worked in the cotton industry, kept roosters for cock-fighting cooped up in the back of his downtown office, and loved no pastime so much as fishing with my dad.
4. High school was: probably a lot less traumatic than I thought at the time.
5. I will never forget: throwing casting nets with my dad at low tide in a salt marsh. Casting nets make it totally okay to end up with salty, gritty marsh muck between your teeth, because the only way to get the net to spread properly is to hold one of the weights in your mouth as you wind up to toss it.
6. Once I met: Snow. Yeah, remember Snow? I was in high school, and Informer was the hit song of the year, and as we all squealed and ran to get pictures taken with him, his bodyguard proclaimed loudly over and over, "He's not Vanilla Ice! He's not Vanilla Ice!"
7. There’s this girl I know: who is an incredibly talented musician. She plays more musical instruments than I can count, has a lovely alto singing voice, and composes beautiful music. I wish I saw more of her.
8. Once, at a bar: I realized that losing count at 8 shots of tequila is a recipe for regret. ...Okay. Actually, I realized this the following morning.
9. By noon, I’m usually: ready for a nap. Even if I got up at 9.
10. Last night: I dreamt that the Mormons broke into my house and filled it with propaganda. Mormon foods in my cabinet, Mormon statuary on my shelves, Mormon leaflets in my bookshelf. (Do Mormon foods and statuary even exist?) In the dream I was trying very hard to explain to the Mormons just why this was so damn creepy. ...Okay, I'm lying. I actually had that dream two nights ago. But it makes a good story.
11. If only I had: half as much motivation as I need to work on my dissertation project with the dedication I should.
12. Next time I go to church: I'll be playing piano for the Unitarians again. I really need to visit my own Episcopal church one of these days. :P
13. What worries me most: is whether we'll want to live on this planet in fifty years.
14. When I turn my head left I see: a photograph of the office secretary (I'm at her desk today) with her crazy, crazy family.
15. When I turn my head right I see: rain.
16. You know I’m lying when: I tell you how much I adore football. (I'm probably just exhibiting adaptive camouflage to avoid being lynched by the natives on Grove Day.)
17. What I miss most about the Eighties is: my parents being together.
18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: a walk-on. I'm a lousy actress.
19. By this time next year: I hope to be a decent cellist and know how to weave.
20. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: be bugfuck insane. Someone come knock some sense into my head. On the other hand, if I ever go back to school it will imply that I left school with my PhD, so that might be a good thing.
Your turn! Yes, you!
