1. Leave a comment to this entry - it could make sense, or it could just be the first sentence crossing your mind.
2. I'll ask you five questions in response, so that I'll get to know you better.
3. Answer my questions at your personal LJ.
4. Keep the thing going by explaining the rules, asking and answering.
5 questions I got from
poins519 1. If you could be fluent in any language you aren't already fluent in, which one would it be and why?
Well, I'm only fluent in English, so any other language would be acceptable. ;-) But seriously, it would have to be German or Japanese, maybe Chinese. The latter two because I think I could get some very practical use out of them, both at my current workplace (we have four key offices in Asia) and in terms of bolstering my resume. German because I've always had an interest in it, since it's the closest thing to a "culture" that I have (or almost have). Raised in the Midwest, yet constantly moving from town to town, I didn't get a sense of belonging like I felt most kids did, particularly those with a very identifiable cultural history. Even if they didn't live differently than me from day to day, having something in the background seemed to me to be something that would help with their self-identity, which I struggled with when I was younger.
2. If you could get any pet, what would you get?
Dog. You've asked that before. ;-) I've always had a fascination with bulldogs for some reason, even though I know they don't make as great a pet in terms of behavior and energy and cleanliness as some other dogs. I'd probably most love a smart mutt with some retriever in the mix -- my Big Brother had such a dog named Eddie, and he was an awesome dog.
If not a dog, I'd probably like to get the fence lizards I had in high school. I worked in an entomologist's lab for two summers, and his graduate students regularly brought in animals from their desert field work, including a set of what they called fence lizards. Desert brown and gray, with blue stripes on either side of their bellies, a small frill along their chins and foreheads, they were about the length of my hand, give or take an inch, and I loved sitting at my computer typing up stories while they sat on my shoulder or my head. Surprisingly smart little buggers, without being too skittish or inclined to run away.
3. What's your favorite part of living in LA?
You've asked this before, too. I believe I said the weather. That is the thing that keeps me from moving anywhere else, at least. The humidity in Florida was intolerable -- I'll never live there again, more than likely, although the newspapers down there have a surprisingly good history with developing high-quality news websites. Cozmolution doesn't want to live in the Midwest, and I'm leery of the weather extremes they can have; and by and large the east coast just doesn't tempt me, especially when you consider the weather.
There's other factors, of course, but the weather is always there.
4. What was your favorite Halloween costume as a kid?
My Mom helped me make a Batman cape out of a paper grocery bag once or twice. I colored it, she attached some string, and I wore that thing constantly. I even remember when the corner where the string was attached broke, I still ran around the house with it, holding the string to the corner.
In junior high, I got this huge ugly rubber mask of Slobulous, one of the Madballs (a brilliant bit of boy-targeted 1990s pop culture):
For several Halloweens, I wore that mask, along with an old suit padded with a pillow over my shoulder, going as some sort of hunchback monster. It was very warm inside that thing, let me tell you.
5. Do you collect anything? If so, what? If not, what would you like to collect?
No, can't say I do. Before cozmolution, I used to collect Magic cards, though I played with them much more than I "collected" them, and didn't keep most of them in plastic or anything. When I was really young, I made a weak attempt to collect baseball cards. Can't say there's anything today I'd like to collect, other than dollars, dogs, and various metaphors for an accomplished life.