Question Meme!
From whatifoundthere
It's the Question Meme! She asked me these here on My Faire LJ, but I posted answers on FB too, since I figure it's entertaining enough to duplicate there. :) Comment if you'd like a set of 5 questions to answer as well.
1. What are your views on the institution of marriage? It never struck me as the sort of thing that you'd be into, but here you are, married for... is it really going on six years now?
It really is going on six years! In May, in fact. I'll say truthfully that the only reason I remember the year is because it's linked to my eye surgery, in my memory. The two events are woven together. Did you know I remember clearly calling you about how I was going to get married, and I vaguely recall a "Why are you telling me this?" sort of tone to your response at the time. It's stuck in my head that way, at least! :)
All of which doesn't answer your question. To whit: I like it well enough. It makes life easier for us to be married. The convenience of being able to say shorthand "husband/wife" is very nice. The fact that marriage carries a connotation in the gen-pop is useful. But it doesn't... we'd be together even without the rings (which both of us have attached to our Kindle cases so they don't get lost). The commitment was there before the vows in front of the judge with our closest friends as witness.
The fact that I told him we were getting married, and he took my last name, is all fodder for the conversational chit-chat you have to do socially at times. It fills in the blanks with amusing story. :)
For political record, I entirely support the idea of making marriage a civil act rather than a religious one. Let churches marry as appropriate for their faith as the icing on the marriage-cake, not the cake itself. The cake should be a government service, entirely clear of religious belief. Yes, that means for everyone.
2. What is the most important thing MUSHing taught you?
Conflict management. The difference between tactfulness and bluntness, and how to be truthful without being horrible about it. That's not to say I always do so, but I try! :) The always-continuing lesson that started in high school: there are so many amazing, smart, talented people out in the world, most of them far more amazing / smart / talented than I am. It's a lesson in humility to put myself into the company. Well, most of the company -- I admit there are some I'd like to kick off a mountain. What was that about conflict management?
3. Tell me something weird or interesting about your house! It could be as simple as a creaky step that still startles you, or as elaborate as a ghost story!
We have SIX exterior doors, and FOUR of them are all or mostly glass. We live a block from one of the CDC centers, which has a decorative fence but no gate. This means that when the zombies escape, we are SCREWED.
4. Do you consider yourself a Southerner? A Californian? Neither? Other?
I don't think about it much, truth be told. When I initially read the question, my first instinct was to reject 'Southerner' out of hand. No way, I cry! No way in hell! But how much of that is my perception of 'Southerner' as a class/group? I've had to tell coworkers to back off more times than I can count when they ask if I've gotten my husband's permission to do X or Y. But I also know folks (hi, Shawn!) who do their best to act... classy and genteel and properly Southern as much as they can. Would I mind so much, identifying with that?
But Californian doesn't feel right either. There are parts of growing up in SandyEggo that I'm sure are bone-deep at this point (ohhhh, liberalism). But the sister living with us right now drinks something called Aloe Water and the thought of it makes me giggle and want to call her a hippy. :)
I can live anywhere I know people. That's what drew me to DC way back when, and it's what brought me down here to Georgia. We have a house now (still scary after a few years) so I suppose that means I've set down roots. But I wouldn't be happy here without the friends who were already here, if that makes sense? I suppose the answer is: none of the above. I'm too much in my own head to worry about where my body happens to be standing.
5. Remember that time you got a free plane ticket because you helped a passenger who only spoke Spanish? (I do! Because you were coming to see ME.) Write a teeny tiny story about two people who have only a few words in common when they're traveling. It can be on a SPACESHIP or something if you like!
Maaaan, I totally forgot that happened! I'm shocked I was any help at all, as bad as my Spanish has fallen over the years. :) (Also: I couldn't help it, I fixed 'traveling' in the question above because you put an extra 'l' in.)
He knew he was late. The alarm she'd set on his phone to warn him ("Just in case you change your mind.") was chirping merrily to tell him he was late. So he hefted his bag to his shoulder and hoofed it down the moving walkway. "On the left! Please let me through!" he called, hoping against hope that they'd understand, that the people stretched out ahead would move to the right to give him room. He was late, and if he missed the flight, he'd miss his chance to stop her before she flew away to Whereversville. Away.
No one stepped aside. Oh, a few turned to look at him in his hustling, weight-shifting dance, their dark eyes unmoved by his panic. But they just stared, watching and passive and unconcerned. Didn't they care at all? Couldn't they see the pale skin, the pounding heart in his chest, the sweat soaking his shirt? This was his last chance, he'd only realized it himself in time to change his flight, and they all stood there like cows! Like bumps on the proverbial log!
A woman's voice rose up out of the masses then, high and sharp. Only a few words, barely a phrase. But it cut through the low murmur of conversation, through the white noise hum of the terminal. While the crowds reacted without much excitement or enthusiasm, react they did: they moved. As he darted forward into the sudden parting of the sea, he glanced towards the source. A young woman smiled at him and waved a hand: "Go," she ordered in heavy accent. He went.
It's the Question Meme! She asked me these here on My Faire LJ, but I posted answers on FB too, since I figure it's entertaining enough to duplicate there. :) Comment if you'd like a set of 5 questions to answer as well.
1. What are your views on the institution of marriage? It never struck me as the sort of thing that you'd be into, but here you are, married for... is it really going on six years now?
It really is going on six years! In May, in fact. I'll say truthfully that the only reason I remember the year is because it's linked to my eye surgery, in my memory. The two events are woven together. Did you know I remember clearly calling you about how I was going to get married, and I vaguely recall a "Why are you telling me this?" sort of tone to your response at the time. It's stuck in my head that way, at least! :)
All of which doesn't answer your question. To whit: I like it well enough. It makes life easier for us to be married. The convenience of being able to say shorthand "husband/wife" is very nice. The fact that marriage carries a connotation in the gen-pop is useful. But it doesn't... we'd be together even without the rings (which both of us have attached to our Kindle cases so they don't get lost). The commitment was there before the vows in front of the judge with our closest friends as witness.
The fact that I told him we were getting married, and he took my last name, is all fodder for the conversational chit-chat you have to do socially at times. It fills in the blanks with amusing story. :)
For political record, I entirely support the idea of making marriage a civil act rather than a religious one. Let churches marry as appropriate for their faith as the icing on the marriage-cake, not the cake itself. The cake should be a government service, entirely clear of religious belief. Yes, that means for everyone.
2. What is the most important thing MUSHing taught you?
Conflict management. The difference between tactfulness and bluntness, and how to be truthful without being horrible about it. That's not to say I always do so, but I try! :) The always-continuing lesson that started in high school: there are so many amazing, smart, talented people out in the world, most of them far more amazing / smart / talented than I am. It's a lesson in humility to put myself into the company. Well, most of the company -- I admit there are some I'd like to kick off a mountain. What was that about conflict management?
3. Tell me something weird or interesting about your house! It could be as simple as a creaky step that still startles you, or as elaborate as a ghost story!
We have SIX exterior doors, and FOUR of them are all or mostly glass. We live a block from one of the CDC centers, which has a decorative fence but no gate. This means that when the zombies escape, we are SCREWED.
4. Do you consider yourself a Southerner? A Californian? Neither? Other?
I don't think about it much, truth be told. When I initially read the question, my first instinct was to reject 'Southerner' out of hand. No way, I cry! No way in hell! But how much of that is my perception of 'Southerner' as a class/group? I've had to tell coworkers to back off more times than I can count when they ask if I've gotten my husband's permission to do X or Y. But I also know folks (hi, Shawn!) who do their best to act... classy and genteel and properly Southern as much as they can. Would I mind so much, identifying with that?
But Californian doesn't feel right either. There are parts of growing up in SandyEggo that I'm sure are bone-deep at this point (ohhhh, liberalism). But the sister living with us right now drinks something called Aloe Water and the thought of it makes me giggle and want to call her a hippy. :)
I can live anywhere I know people. That's what drew me to DC way back when, and it's what brought me down here to Georgia. We have a house now (still scary after a few years) so I suppose that means I've set down roots. But I wouldn't be happy here without the friends who were already here, if that makes sense? I suppose the answer is: none of the above. I'm too much in my own head to worry about where my body happens to be standing.
5. Remember that time you got a free plane ticket because you helped a passenger who only spoke Spanish? (I do! Because you were coming to see ME.) Write a teeny tiny story about two people who have only a few words in common when they're traveling. It can be on a SPACESHIP or something if you like!
Maaaan, I totally forgot that happened! I'm shocked I was any help at all, as bad as my Spanish has fallen over the years. :) (Also: I couldn't help it, I fixed 'traveling' in the question above because you put an extra 'l' in.)
He knew he was late. The alarm she'd set on his phone to warn him ("Just in case you change your mind.") was chirping merrily to tell him he was late. So he hefted his bag to his shoulder and hoofed it down the moving walkway. "On the left! Please let me through!" he called, hoping against hope that they'd understand, that the people stretched out ahead would move to the right to give him room. He was late, and if he missed the flight, he'd miss his chance to stop her before she flew away to Whereversville. Away.
No one stepped aside. Oh, a few turned to look at him in his hustling, weight-shifting dance, their dark eyes unmoved by his panic. But they just stared, watching and passive and unconcerned. Didn't they care at all? Couldn't they see the pale skin, the pounding heart in his chest, the sweat soaking his shirt? This was his last chance, he'd only realized it himself in time to change his flight, and they all stood there like cows! Like bumps on the proverbial log!
A woman's voice rose up out of the masses then, high and sharp. Only a few words, barely a phrase. But it cut through the low murmur of conversation, through the white noise hum of the terminal. While the crowds reacted without much excitement or enthusiasm, react they did: they moved. As he darted forward into the sudden parting of the sea, he glanced towards the source. A young woman smiled at him and waved a hand: "Go," she ordered in heavy accent. He went.