Who knew?
Meh, I've been tagged twice (by skitty_kitty and poisonous__, so I guess I better do it! I dunno, I think I'm a pretty open book, what could I say that's new?
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".
1. I talk to inanimate objects like they're animals, and to animals like they're people.
You may not be able to reason with a printer, but perhaps there is a mischevious spirit a work that can be bullied or begged? It can be confusing for people around me like my poor husband, who is never entirely sure if I'm talking to him or the cat/car/brush/bird/whatever.
2. I can croak like a raven.
This is perhaps my one talent that puts me in the realm of greatness in my own mind. And I don't mean as in "oh cool, that kinda sounds like a raven," but "there must be a raven nearby!" I'm accurate enough to fool people into looking for them - like my coworker who was terrified of birds and even after 3 years never knew if it was me or the real ravens who frequented our shop - and even call ravens in and/or get them to talk back. I am so very, very proud of this, because I'm positively enchanted by ravens.
3. I'm an avid birdwatcher.
This only developed in recent years - I only used to care about identifying things like hawks and other large and usually predatory birds. Not I keep a record of sightings for any and all birds I'm able to identify. I haven't gone so far as to join a birdwatching society or anything like that, but I try my best to photograph them and keep records of such. A vagrant whooping crane that I saw in Laval, Quebec (I know, right?!) in 2007 is the proverbial feather in my cap - I doubt I'll ever see anything to top that. But I love birds enough that if it weren't so damned expensive (and if Martino didn't thoroughly loathe the idea) I would get a tattoo sleeve of all of my favourite birds, from the smallest at my wrist to the largest at my shoulder. Instead I'll make do with a single raven tattoo somewhere!
3. I can't shit in a public restroom.
Not unless there's absolutely no one in it. If someone walks in mid-performance, that's the end of the show. I don't know why. I'll pee all day long and not even care, but not poo. Physically cannot do it, no matter how hard I try. It's not even out of embarassment - if I manage to pinch one off before someone comes in and they try to use that stall I'll sometimes say "I wouldn't go in there if I were you!" to a total stranger, or giggle as I imagine their faces having to endure my stink. I dunno. Just another example of my body parts doing things just to piss off the rest of the team, I guess.
4. I love real old, old country music.
Jimmy Dean, John Conlee, Johnny Horton (alot of J's), Kenny Rogers... if it's that old twangy style or sounds that way I'll probably love it. But my music tastes are hugely diverse. For example, my playlist at this very moment features Corb Lund followed by Pitbull, the Offspring, Pussycat Dolls (only one song!), Johnny Cash, Spiderbait, Diamond Rio, Joe Nichols, Kansas and Metallica, just to name a few.
5. I have a degree in Social Sciences.
It would be nice to use it some day! I think I'd actually enjoy just doing research for a living.
6. I love stand up comedy.
LOVE IT. Huge amounts of respect for people who do that, and I love being around anyone with a real quick wit who can make me laugh. I really, really wish I was faster with a comeback and more creative, but I'm not, so I'll settles for watching others and poaching what they say!
7. I have an unhealthy obsession with stationery.
Pens and pads of paper especially. I hoard them. Even though I have enough for 3 lifetimes, when I see a new pen that I like I have to get not one, but at least 3 of them. I have, for your benefit, counted how many of my favourite type of pen that I have at work. I have no less than 12 of them in my office. 2 are in use (a blue and a black), 7 are spare blacks and 3 are blue. And this does not count the ones that are probably in my purse as well as those that made it home. And this is just one type of pen. I have at least 8 (in various colours and styles) in use at any given time.
Then there's pads of paper. For some reason I covet thick sheafs of paper - any kind will do. I have 12 pads of post-its on my desk in various colours and sizes, with more backups in my drawer. Sure, we have a whole cabinet for work where we can access these things any time we need them, but what if what I want isn't there when I want it?! Lined tablets, notebooks, pads I made out of recycled paper, I want them all! There's about 8 of those of various types that I use right now that are just within sight. Not to mention miscellaneous other things, like boxes and boxes of paperclips that will probably never see the light of day because I won't open them until the used collection is finished...
And so I pass this painful task on to the following people: fyreuni (you better do it!), vilasy, sprinklerized, normandy_shores, regentlion, siobheanne and 0033232 (so I know for sure you're alive!).
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".
1. I talk to inanimate objects like they're animals, and to animals like they're people.
You may not be able to reason with a printer, but perhaps there is a mischevious spirit a work that can be bullied or begged? It can be confusing for people around me like my poor husband, who is never entirely sure if I'm talking to him or the cat/car/brush/bird/whatever.
2. I can croak like a raven.
This is perhaps my one talent that puts me in the realm of greatness in my own mind. And I don't mean as in "oh cool, that kinda sounds like a raven," but "there must be a raven nearby!" I'm accurate enough to fool people into looking for them - like my coworker who was terrified of birds and even after 3 years never knew if it was me or the real ravens who frequented our shop - and even call ravens in and/or get them to talk back. I am so very, very proud of this, because I'm positively enchanted by ravens.
3. I'm an avid birdwatcher.
This only developed in recent years - I only used to care about identifying things like hawks and other large and usually predatory birds. Not I keep a record of sightings for any and all birds I'm able to identify. I haven't gone so far as to join a birdwatching society or anything like that, but I try my best to photograph them and keep records of such. A vagrant whooping crane that I saw in Laval, Quebec (I know, right?!) in 2007 is the proverbial feather in my cap - I doubt I'll ever see anything to top that. But I love birds enough that if it weren't so damned expensive (and if Martino didn't thoroughly loathe the idea) I would get a tattoo sleeve of all of my favourite birds, from the smallest at my wrist to the largest at my shoulder. Instead I'll make do with a single raven tattoo somewhere!
3. I can't shit in a public restroom.
Not unless there's absolutely no one in it. If someone walks in mid-performance, that's the end of the show. I don't know why. I'll pee all day long and not even care, but not poo. Physically cannot do it, no matter how hard I try. It's not even out of embarassment - if I manage to pinch one off before someone comes in and they try to use that stall I'll sometimes say "I wouldn't go in there if I were you!" to a total stranger, or giggle as I imagine their faces having to endure my stink. I dunno. Just another example of my body parts doing things just to piss off the rest of the team, I guess.
4. I love real old, old country music.
Jimmy Dean, John Conlee, Johnny Horton (alot of J's), Kenny Rogers... if it's that old twangy style or sounds that way I'll probably love it. But my music tastes are hugely diverse. For example, my playlist at this very moment features Corb Lund followed by Pitbull, the Offspring, Pussycat Dolls (only one song!), Johnny Cash, Spiderbait, Diamond Rio, Joe Nichols, Kansas and Metallica, just to name a few.
5. I have a degree in Social Sciences.
It would be nice to use it some day! I think I'd actually enjoy just doing research for a living.
6. I love stand up comedy.
LOVE IT. Huge amounts of respect for people who do that, and I love being around anyone with a real quick wit who can make me laugh. I really, really wish I was faster with a comeback and more creative, but I'm not, so I'll settles for watching others and poaching what they say!
7. I have an unhealthy obsession with stationery.
Pens and pads of paper especially. I hoard them. Even though I have enough for 3 lifetimes, when I see a new pen that I like I have to get not one, but at least 3 of them. I have, for your benefit, counted how many of my favourite type of pen that I have at work. I have no less than 12 of them in my office. 2 are in use (a blue and a black), 7 are spare blacks and 3 are blue. And this does not count the ones that are probably in my purse as well as those that made it home. And this is just one type of pen. I have at least 8 (in various colours and styles) in use at any given time.
Then there's pads of paper. For some reason I covet thick sheafs of paper - any kind will do. I have 12 pads of post-its on my desk in various colours and sizes, with more backups in my drawer. Sure, we have a whole cabinet for work where we can access these things any time we need them, but what if what I want isn't there when I want it?! Lined tablets, notebooks, pads I made out of recycled paper, I want them all! There's about 8 of those of various types that I use right now that are just within sight. Not to mention miscellaneous other things, like boxes and boxes of paperclips that will probably never see the light of day because I won't open them until the used collection is finished...
And so I pass this painful task on to the following people: fyreuni (you better do it!), vilasy, sprinklerized, normandy_shores, regentlion, siobheanne and 0033232 (so I know for sure you're alive!).