Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

wshaffer gave me these:

travel: Can't get all that excited about travel for travel's sake. Traveling to see people is more of a draw for me, although even then it puts a bit of a crimp in my lifestyle. Right now my dad's trying to get me to come down and consult with him on Important Things and I'm still having trouble figuring out a place in my schedule that I really want to carve the time out of. *sigh*

singing: Couldn't live without it. Am finally studying to get better at it. Yay!

modern art: I keep being tempted to scoff at it. Like, I mean, Rothko. Really? A big honking white rectangle in between two big honking red ones is supposed to be art?

But then I look at a Pollock painting and I go "oooooooooooh." No goddamn reason a bunch of swirls should be art either, but it's satisfying to me in a fundamental enough way that I don't mind people calling it art.

So if that's art, then I guess Rothko's inane rectangles must be too. Or something.

ginger: Good stuff, ginger. Eases the stomach and all. And goddamn I love gingerbread.

Just don't ever call me "gingered up," because I know perfectly well what the origin of that phrase is, and figging is not my kink.

I am, however, rather fond of Tim Minchin's song Taboo.

waistcoats: Sexay. I should wear them more often...but then there's so rarely an occasion to. Like neckties. Feh.

Batman: The Tim Burton films kinda creeped me out when I was a kid. Then the really cheesy films came out when I was a teenager. Should've been the other way around.

pie: I like it well enough, although my enjoyment of it (even when it's gluten-free) is hampered somewhat by my obsessive-compulsive need to balance crust and filling per bite. I'm not a fan of fruit pies except for apple, but I like a good pecan or chocolate cream, and occasionally find myself in the mood for pumpkin.

Okay, so most quizzes of the "completely random questions that don't really have anything to do with the supposed subject" variety are just annoying...but this particular result is actually good for a laugh:


You taste like chicken. Your succulent thighs,
legs, wings, and breasts melt in the mouth.
Your crunchy outer coating barely hides the
juiciness within.

How do you taste? brought to you by Quizilla


I'm...flattered.

(blame mactavish for the link)

Hie thee to mactavish's if you want the full version of this; I've left out a lot of questions to which my answers weren't interesting. Or were interesting but only passingly so. Or I just didn't feel like answering. In other words, I've left out about two thirds of them. I can be selective if I want to, dagnab it.

1. Name someone with the same birthday as you. Kevin Bacon. Too bad that doesn't count towards my Bacon number any more than sleeping with joedecker counts toward my Erdos number.

2. Where was your first kiss? My first half-dozen or so took place at a friend's house in high school, and were with, in some order, two friends who were in a monogamous relationship and one who was a flamingly gay boy. Now that I think about it, it seems almost odd that it took years for my sex life to re-attain that level of weirdness.

4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex? I seem to recall going through a bit of a shin-kicking phase in junior high, but since starting college I don't think I've done any non-consensual hitting except for the occasional playful arm punch.

8. What do you order at Starbucks? Nothing, even if I did like coffee which I don't. I have, however, been known to walk into a Starbucks and hog a table for a while without ordering anything, in the hope of screwing them out of a little business.
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1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.

When I created this journal I spent a lot of time thinking of possible usernames, to what turned out to be very little avail. What I wanted was an at least vaguely apropos single-word abstract concept that started with V, but every sufficiently interesting one I could think of turned out to be taken. After much frustration, I finally decided to just add a couple extra Vs to one of the ones I'd already tried. (Since then I've discovered, to my extreme annoyance, that vexation has in fact never made a bloody post nor even used the account to post comments.)

And then I went hog-wild with the V theme, which is why my journal is titled "Vainglorious Vicissitudes: The Vertiginous Void of Vacuous Verbosity" and my friends page is "Vaster Vistas, or the Vagaries of Various Vagabonds"--and also why my comment links count the "valid views" of those who "venture to verbalize."

My default userpic is from a Spamusement cartoon by Steven Frank; it's the only one of my icons that doesn't purport to be a picture of me, except that for all intents and purposes it is a picture of me. Anyone who's ever scritched behind my ears knows this already.

Dammit, I forgot
to mention that today was
World Blog Haiku Day!

I was going to post
about this earlier, but
I just plain forgot

to do it during
the few hours I was home
and here at my desk.

Now it is almost
too late for it to matter.
But, in case you care,

mark your calendars.
Next year, on July the fifth,
you too can be cool

and post haiku, like
me (but hopefully in a
more timely fashion.)

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Pepper Spray of Loving Kindness.

Get yours.

Don't just generate a name; read the article if you haven't already (though it's unlikely you haven't, what with everybody linking to it).

The flip side of the previous meme, by way of tsgeisel.

I've never:

1. Had an entire drink of something alcoholic. (Half a drink seems to be about my limit.)
2. Gotten my driver's license.
3. Had a cavity.
4. Had any acute illness worse than a really bad cold or stomach flu.
5. Had sex with someone I was in love with.
6. Made enough money in one year for the IRS to care about.
7. Eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich [edit: or a plain peanut butter sandwich, either] (at least not that I can recall, though I suppose I might have tried one once when I was little).
8. Worn eye makeup voluntarily. (Okay, so most a lot of the guys reading this probably haven't either. You don't count.)
9. Had my hair cut to less than shoulder length.
10. Lived in a dwelling whose inhabitants were all one gender.

This was tougher to come up with than the other list, probably because positives are so much easier to notice than negatives.

1) Some of the silly drawings I posted came out kinda blurry; I've since figured out why. Let me know if you want me to re-post a cleaner version.

2) As far as I'm concerned, you can ignore the "you must post this in your journal too" part. I'm doing this for the fun of doing it and don't need reciprocation.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial
Who, squatting upon the ground, held his heart in his hands
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter--bitter," he answered,
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."



Stephen Crane rocks the house. Seriously.

So, yeah, everybody go post a poem of their own. Baaaaa.

All my clothes are black
yet they all are different shades.
Damn washing machine.

(strangestgirl hath spoke:
Go and write bad goth haiku!
And then read the rest.)