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xenoamorist asked me to blog about Something you said you wanted to do when you were a grown-up when you were little that you would never do now. If that make sense?
Don't worry, luv, that totally makes sense -- although I may or may not have had to read it a second time to fully get it, heh.
It took me a while to come up with an answer to this one, since there are quite a few things I said I wanted to do when I grew up that I would still love to do when I "grow up" (whenever that is). For example, I no longer think it would be the coolest thing EVER, but I must say, I would still rather like to play one of the Power Rangers (unfortunately, as of next year, I will officially be too old for them to even consider me) -- I just saw a casting call for the next season, and do you know that, in addiction to relocating to New Zealand for six to eight months, each member of the main cast makes about seventy dollars an hour? I mean, I love my current job and all (mostly), but . . . well, let's just say that there are definitely days when I can't help but roll my eyes skyward and say, "I am not getting paid enough for this shit," like the day when someone THREW her Starbucks Card at me.
Also, much to my mother's chagrin, the Wicked Witch of the West has always been my favorite character in The Wizard of Oz. I kind of wanted to grow up to be her someday as soon as less than a minute into her first scene the very first time I ever saw the movie (I was four). I don't literally want to grow up to be her anymore, but I do half-seriously encourage people to call me the Wicked Bitch of the Midwest sometimes (Wicked Bitch is actually my laptop's name).
I'd be lying if I said I could remember a time when I didn't think it would be cool to be an author someday. (Oh, funny story: I used to think that "Authorized Parking Only" signs meant that only authors could park there; for a long, long time, I had the notion that authors must make up a disproportionate number of the populace.)
Anyway, the biggest thing I used to say I wanted to do that I would never actually do now is, obviously, marry a girl.
nuewayofliving asked me to blog about my favorite animal of all time. Which is the slightest bit difficult, as I have had various pets over the years, and loved them all, and some of my favorite fictional characters are often team pets (Appa and Momo, Hedwig and Crookshanks, etc.), so . . . I think I'm going to just cheat a little bit and choose Rachel's grizzly morph from Animorphs. Here are just three of the many reasons that bear was an awesome morph:
1. In Megamorphs 3, when the Drode rewrote the timeline so that Rachel wasn't even part of the group, Marco still had a grizzly morph. Yeah. Because KAA knew that, even in an alternate timeline that we only get to see for a few pages, you can't have the Animorphs without a grizzly.
2. In The Separation, Mean Rachel discovers that, when you don't have any keys to start a car you've just stolen, about six inches of bear claw will do juuust fine.
3. I can't remember what book this happened in (all I can say for sure is that it wasn't in any of the first six, since she didn't acquire the grizzly until book seven), she gets her arm chopped off AND PICKS IT UP AND USES IT AS A WEAPON.
Don't worry, luv, that totally makes sense -- although I may or may not have had to read it a second time to fully get it, heh.
It took me a while to come up with an answer to this one, since there are quite a few things I said I wanted to do when I grew up that I would still love to do when I "grow up" (whenever that is). For example, I no longer think it would be the coolest thing EVER, but I must say, I would still rather like to play one of the Power Rangers (unfortunately, as of next year, I will officially be too old for them to even consider me) -- I just saw a casting call for the next season, and do you know that, in addiction to relocating to New Zealand for six to eight months, each member of the main cast makes about seventy dollars an hour? I mean, I love my current job and all (mostly), but . . . well, let's just say that there are definitely days when I can't help but roll my eyes skyward and say, "I am not getting paid enough for this shit," like the day when someone THREW her Starbucks Card at me.
Also, much to my mother's chagrin, the Wicked Witch of the West has always been my favorite character in The Wizard of Oz. I kind of wanted to grow up to be her someday as soon as less than a minute into her first scene the very first time I ever saw the movie (I was four). I don't literally want to grow up to be her anymore, but I do half-seriously encourage people to call me the Wicked Bitch of the Midwest sometimes (Wicked Bitch is actually my laptop's name).
I'd be lying if I said I could remember a time when I didn't think it would be cool to be an author someday. (Oh, funny story: I used to think that "Authorized Parking Only" signs meant that only authors could park there; for a long, long time, I had the notion that authors must make up a disproportionate number of the populace.)
Anyway, the biggest thing I used to say I wanted to do that I would never actually do now is, obviously, marry a girl.
nuewayofliving asked me to blog about my favorite animal of all time. Which is the slightest bit difficult, as I have had various pets over the years, and loved them all, and some of my favorite fictional characters are often team pets (Appa and Momo, Hedwig and Crookshanks, etc.), so . . . I think I'm going to just cheat a little bit and choose Rachel's grizzly morph from Animorphs. Here are just three of the many reasons that bear was an awesome morph:
1. In Megamorphs 3, when the Drode rewrote the timeline so that Rachel wasn't even part of the group, Marco still had a grizzly morph. Yeah. Because KAA knew that, even in an alternate timeline that we only get to see for a few pages, you can't have the Animorphs without a grizzly.
2. In The Separation, Mean Rachel discovers that, when you don't have any keys to start a car you've just stolen, about six inches of bear claw will do juuust fine.
3. I can't remember what book this happened in (all I can say for sure is that it wasn't in any of the first six, since she didn't acquire the grizzly until book seven), she gets her arm chopped off AND PICKS IT UP AND USES IT AS A WEAPON.