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theholyinnocentI am always surprised at the number of people on the subway ask me what time it is, even when my watch is not visible. I guess an old friend of mine was right when she said to me, so many years ago: "There are two types of people in the world--those who wear watches, and those who don't." I must look like a watch-wearer.
Secondly (not really a word, but I like its self-important lard-assness): I have been tagged to indulge in this meme: Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 Guilty Pleasures" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 Guilty Pleasures as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. Watching soap operas. I used to make fun of my mom and older sister for watching these things, then when I was in the 8th grade I got chickenpox & was at home for a long stretch of time...you see where I'm going with this? Even on days off now, or sick days, I cannot resist the compulsion to see what's happening on As the World Turns or Guiding Light and marvel at the actors who are still, twenty-odd years later, playing the same screwed-up characters whose romantic complicatons make fanfic look tame in comparison. I try to pretend they are heterosexual training films and that I am examining them from a sociological or psychopathologicalquasiartisticmeta (should English be more like German? You decide!) viewpoint.
2. Crying at sappy things. I've already outed myself, I think, as the type of schmaltzy idiot who cried at The English Patient. Oh, Kristen Scott Thomas! ::sob:: Jack and Ennis? DON'T EVEN GO THERE!
3. Drinking out of a milk carton. Whether it be regular milk, soy milk, orange juice...my lips are affixed to that sodden corner of cardboard.
4. I think the reading and the writing fanfic might be included in this lot too.
5. I have a hard time thinking of a fifth one, not because I don't have any more. Rather, I have too many. Perhaps my life is one giant self-indulgence? There is eating cheese off aluminum foil (you know, when you heat leftover pizza or some sort of food item with melty cheese)...torturing the cat (i.e., just roughhousing and teasing him...he tortures me, it's only fair)...listening to the same song over and over again on the ipod (this week it's been Calexico/Iron Wine's "History of Lovers" AGAIN)...watching Nanny 911 (it helps me remember why I have elected not to have children and I can't help but think if we got Nanny Deb and Nanny Stella running the Bush family, the Shrub might not be such a big awful bully)...
I'm tagging everyone! Because I'm lazy and I can't keep track of who has already done the damn thing!
Thirrrrrdly: craigslist is useful, and craigslist is scary. For once on these things--in print versions, you used to see them all the time on the back of The Village Voice--I'd like to read one like this: "Cranky dyke on C train this morning...wearing gas station jacket...u smiled at me when I asked u what time. did u feel it liek i did?"
Secondly (not really a word, but I like its self-important lard-assness): I have been tagged to indulge in this meme: Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 Guilty Pleasures" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 Guilty Pleasures as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. Watching soap operas. I used to make fun of my mom and older sister for watching these things, then when I was in the 8th grade I got chickenpox & was at home for a long stretch of time...you see where I'm going with this? Even on days off now, or sick days, I cannot resist the compulsion to see what's happening on As the World Turns or Guiding Light and marvel at the actors who are still, twenty-odd years later, playing the same screwed-up characters whose romantic complicatons make fanfic look tame in comparison. I try to pretend they are heterosexual training films and that I am examining them from a sociological or psychopathologicalquasiartisticmeta (should English be more like German? You decide!) viewpoint.
2. Crying at sappy things. I've already outed myself, I think, as the type of schmaltzy idiot who cried at The English Patient. Oh, Kristen Scott Thomas! ::sob:: Jack and Ennis? DON'T EVEN GO THERE!
3. Drinking out of a milk carton. Whether it be regular milk, soy milk, orange juice...my lips are affixed to that sodden corner of cardboard.
4. I think the reading and the writing fanfic might be included in this lot too.
5. I have a hard time thinking of a fifth one, not because I don't have any more. Rather, I have too many. Perhaps my life is one giant self-indulgence? There is eating cheese off aluminum foil (you know, when you heat leftover pizza or some sort of food item with melty cheese)...torturing the cat (i.e., just roughhousing and teasing him...he tortures me, it's only fair)...listening to the same song over and over again on the ipod (this week it's been Calexico/Iron Wine's "History of Lovers" AGAIN)...watching Nanny 911 (it helps me remember why I have elected not to have children and I can't help but think if we got Nanny Deb and Nanny Stella running the Bush family, the Shrub might not be such a big awful bully)...
I'm tagging everyone! Because I'm lazy and I can't keep track of who has already done the damn thing!
Thirrrrrdly: craigslist is useful, and craigslist is scary. For once on these things--in print versions, you used to see them all the time on the back of The Village Voice--I'd like to read one like this: "Cranky dyke on C train this morning...wearing gas station jacket...u smiled at me when I asked u what time. did u feel it liek i did?"
