A meme of me.
Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with (IF YOU WANT). Then (IF YOU WANT) post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
celamity gave me: Gumby, Pets, Drawing, Family, and Porkins
darthlefty gave me: Darth Gumby, New York, Deliberate silliness, anthropomorphizing, and Snow.
ZOMG, YOU GUYS KNOW ME SO WELL! :D
For the sake of the Internet, I'll keep my answers as short as I can.
Gumby/Darth Gumby: During the summer of 1987, I had a headache. I had a headache for most of 1987, but also during that summer Monty Python's Flying Circus returned to PBS and having loved it as a kid (I'm talking 4), I put a tape in the VCR and that tape and its eight friends is probably worn out from being played over and over and over for the next few years. Monty Python was also playing on MTV around that time, and my aunt (Auntie Sybil!) told me she'd catch the episodes I didn't already have and one of those episodes, which I first saw late one Thanksgiving eve, was Mr. Gumby going to the brain specialist because, like he said, "MY BRAIN HURTS!"
Oh, I laughed. We all laughed and laughed and then hurried off to bed, where my aunt bumped her leg and said, "Ooh, MUH ANKLE!" and we were off cackling again. At a time when many girls my age were emulating Madonna, I went completely around the bend and started wearing a hanky hat, because honestly that was the only part of the look I was missing. After my Poppy had an unfortunate run-in with a person who genuinely spoke like Gumby I had to tone it down, but Prof. Gumby still lives in the bits of brain that hurt from time to time.
There's a lot of Gumby-related nonsense I could go on about for pages, like the Christmas we all started wearing hanky hats and drawing mustaches on one by one until by the end of the night my uncle walked past, looked at the table full of Gumbies playing Balderdash, shook his head and kept going. Or the time my aunt and I were assing around and my cousin was like, "Just have the mustaches off before Jim gets here, okay?" Then of course there was the time when my aunt was showing a video of me doing Gumby cabinet construction to her friends who asked, "Is she all right?"
People (okay, teachers) who weren't die-hard Monty Python fans pretty much led to me never doing Gumby again, until I was playing Star Wars Monopoly on the computer one time with freakydarling and I realized the Darth Vader sprite totally stood like a Gumby. To fully appreciate me yelling, "Ooh! I'm going to Death Star you!" I guess you had to be there. That night Gumby turned to the dark side and became what ended up being my handle on the Star Wars newsgroup RASSM until 2003 when my life was falling apart and I let Darth Gumby die Boromir-style by sea cucumber attack in an episode of a Sith War. It (as Darth Gumby was androgynous) was a pretty good character while it lasted. Now there seem to be other kids online that have made up the name on their own, and I think that frikkin' rules.
Vlog #5 totally has me getting barked at by The Puppy because she never heard the Gumby voice before and never wanted to again, LOL.
Pets: even more than Monty Python and music, cats, dogs, birds, fish, and a hamster totally got me to this point in my life AND they've kept it interesting (sometimes a little too interesting). Seriously, I have more hilarious stories about my parakeets watching Rocky, my insane fish, and my hamster Puffy figuring out how to fit a pizza crust into her Habitrail tubes than I do about kids I went to school with. Jamie and Nino--descendants of Bambi, Beau and Nicky--grew up with me, Tookie was my nurse and loved to climb, Tony the poncho model was like my twin brother but he was wary of feet, and then...then there was my man. I joke that The Ninja Twins are totally his sons from the relationship he had with a flannel shirt of mine, on account of these guys being black cats WITH STRIPES, but I get weird looks when I bring that up. Very suspicious, I tell you.
My first dog--nicknamed Pookie, an afghan/golden retriever/Wookiee with a perpetual bad haircut--was twice my size and the most lovable huggybear I ever knew. It was my experience with him that led me to think dogs did not instinctively like to kill their humans. I mean herd. Yes. The Woman was a border collie mix who could color-coordinate her toys, draw, and after years of gnawing on us furthered the idea that I really need a dog in my life, which is how The Puppy ended up shredding the leg of the sweatpants The Woman hadn't quite finished. I'm not exaggerating when I say they're all very special highlights of my life and if someone tells me an endearing story about a child and I come back with something adorable the cats or dog did, it's a compliment.
I said I'd keep it short and this is the one category I keep adding to so I'll keep it to that and if you want to hear how I learned more about life from fish I'd probably be more than happy to horrify you with those stories too.
New York: I was born in New York, have only left it about ten times and--much like Birdman with sunlight--the further away I get, the more crotchety and spotty I get. That doesn't mean I've been around much of the actual state, however. I hear it's a fabulous place, though. There are areas of The Bronx I'll never go back to, and that makes me sad until I remind myself there were a lot of rats and rapists in that area so it's probably for the best that I don't return as I have a tendency to wave and be nice to everything like a demented Disney character.
Drawing: I had a lot of crayons as a child. Then I started reading a book that came with my Crayola art center, which was really more of a spinning crayon caddy. I drew a pig. It looked like a pig after it was sent to the grocery store. I spend half my life waiting around for things and so I doodle, much of the time on napkins, and what started as notes I left for Nan with the cats and dog doing stuff turned into doodling at work, and it was horrible, but it's still up as the first of my strips and I have no idea how to draw, really, but I've still got the Crayola book so I guess I could take another whack at that piggy.
Deliberate Silliness: I've said it before but I'm sticking to the story of if I couldn't laugh at it I'd go mad. Laughter is free, I'd rather give someone some of that than the need for a stiff drink.
Family: I've got Italians, Irish, English, Germans, Norwegians, and a drop of Cherokee blood in me, a little Puerto Rican by osmosis, the full range of totally normal dysfunction and I'm grateful for every single person in my family. I could go a step further and say that's only because I associate with the best of the lot, but even the ones who drove me to the brink of madness with their detachment and baggage only made me rely on myself way more and in the end that's got to come in handy. Right?
There are 11 men named Robert in my family, that I know of. O_O
Everyone in my family has (or had) a talent I think they should have done more with. My Nan's been a singer from the time she was in school, my Grandpa Ray was a painter and photographer, Mum danced, my aunts write and sing and are artists, there's loads of cooks but only three turned it into careers, my Poppy opened for Al Martino, one of my uncles was in a band and one wanted to be a pilot. If they'd put it all together I coulda been in a flying version of the Partridge Family, yo. *sigh*
Anthropomorphizing: I don't actually see human qualities in anything but my cats and dogs totally have conversations with me, in their native meows and rumbles mostly, and I translate. I'm convinced animals are the superior races and they just humor us because we can open cans know how to have a good time with yarn. I also had a closer relationship with a coffee mug I was given in 1984 than many family members, but that's probably because I cannot drink coffee out of family members. It tastes funny.
Snow: It's not winter if it doesn't snow. My Mum starts flipping out in August over the possibility of flurries anywhere on earth, but even though I've aggravated my hernia and blacked out on previous shoveling expeditions, I would rather be frolicking (I realize that's not what it looks like I'm doing) in snow than hot weather any day. One time it snowed so much we were able to make a crappy igloo that didn't collapse on me and I have like, loads of pictures of pawprints in the snow, too. *ahem* Snow tastes good when it first falls, but not so much when it's been on the ground for a while.
Porkins: watching Star Wars, I never realized the first guy to go down over the Death Star was named Porkins until many many viewings later. All I knew was the actor was also the hilarious drunk dude from Remington Steele. Then I met The Porkinites. Our leader, Jade, showed up in RASSM (the Star Wars newsgroup to everyone not from RASSM) and declared it was Porkins who actually destroyed the Death Star. This enraged the Gungan Mafia and during the ensuing Sith War I ended up getting drunk at a bar and was carried by Xiang Pi onto the Porkinite ship, where I finally found my home among the followers of The Great One. I went totally nuts about seven years back and created alt.fan.porkins and Bellyrunner for us Porkinites to party over beating Wedge in Road To Endor and HOLY MOLY I am a Porkins geek! Oh yeah, and I modified a Lego X-Wing pilot keychain to BE Porkins, complete with pizza and goblet.
I totally have a scan of an autograph Princess Buttercup scored from The Great One William Hootkins himself, too, and it's one of the main pictures on my wall that I pass every day to remind myself I was part of something really freakin' amazing, with other humans, no less.
Holy crap if you read all of that you deserve a medal or something. I need to go find a fitting award. Or maybe I just need to give your eyes a rest. ^_^
celamity gave me: Gumby, Pets, Drawing, Family, and Porkins
darthlefty gave me: Darth Gumby, New York, Deliberate silliness, anthropomorphizing, and Snow.
ZOMG, YOU GUYS KNOW ME SO WELL! :D
For the sake of the Internet, I'll keep my answers as short as I can.
Gumby/Darth Gumby: During the summer of 1987, I had a headache. I had a headache for most of 1987, but also during that summer Monty Python's Flying Circus returned to PBS and having loved it as a kid (I'm talking 4), I put a tape in the VCR and that tape and its eight friends is probably worn out from being played over and over and over for the next few years. Monty Python was also playing on MTV around that time, and my aunt (Auntie Sybil!) told me she'd catch the episodes I didn't already have and one of those episodes, which I first saw late one Thanksgiving eve, was Mr. Gumby going to the brain specialist because, like he said, "MY BRAIN HURTS!"
Click to viewOh, I laughed. We all laughed and laughed and then hurried off to bed, where my aunt bumped her leg and said, "Ooh, MUH ANKLE!" and we were off cackling again. At a time when many girls my age were emulating Madonna, I went completely around the bend and started wearing a hanky hat, because honestly that was the only part of the look I was missing. After my Poppy had an unfortunate run-in with a person who genuinely spoke like Gumby I had to tone it down, but Prof. Gumby still lives in the bits of brain that hurt from time to time.
There's a lot of Gumby-related nonsense I could go on about for pages, like the Christmas we all started wearing hanky hats and drawing mustaches on one by one until by the end of the night my uncle walked past, looked at the table full of Gumbies playing Balderdash, shook his head and kept going. Or the time my aunt and I were assing around and my cousin was like, "Just have the mustaches off before Jim gets here, okay?" Then of course there was the time when my aunt was showing a video of me doing Gumby cabinet construction to her friends who asked, "Is she all right?"
People (okay, teachers) who weren't die-hard Monty Python fans pretty much led to me never doing Gumby again, until I was playing Star Wars Monopoly on the computer one time with freakydarling and I realized the Darth Vader sprite totally stood like a Gumby. To fully appreciate me yelling, "Ooh! I'm going to Death Star you!" I guess you had to be there. That night Gumby turned to the dark side and became what ended up being my handle on the Star Wars newsgroup RASSM until 2003 when my life was falling apart and I let Darth Gumby die Boromir-style by sea cucumber attack in an episode of a Sith War. It (as Darth Gumby was androgynous) was a pretty good character while it lasted. Now there seem to be other kids online that have made up the name on their own, and I think that frikkin' rules.
Vlog #5 totally has me getting barked at by The Puppy because she never heard the Gumby voice before and never wanted to again, LOL.
Pets: even more than Monty Python and music, cats, dogs, birds, fish, and a hamster totally got me to this point in my life AND they've kept it interesting (sometimes a little too interesting). Seriously, I have more hilarious stories about my parakeets watching Rocky, my insane fish, and my hamster Puffy figuring out how to fit a pizza crust into her Habitrail tubes than I do about kids I went to school with. Jamie and Nino--descendants of Bambi, Beau and Nicky--grew up with me, Tookie was my nurse and loved to climb, Tony the poncho model was like my twin brother but he was wary of feet, and then...then there was my man. I joke that The Ninja Twins are totally his sons from the relationship he had with a flannel shirt of mine, on account of these guys being black cats WITH STRIPES, but I get weird looks when I bring that up. Very suspicious, I tell you.
My first dog--nicknamed Pookie, an afghan/golden retriever/Wookiee with a perpetual bad haircut--was twice my size and the most lovable huggybear I ever knew. It was my experience with him that led me to think dogs did not instinctively like to kill their humans. I mean herd. Yes. The Woman was a border collie mix who could color-coordinate her toys, draw, and after years of gnawing on us furthered the idea that I really need a dog in my life, which is how The Puppy ended up shredding the leg of the sweatpants The Woman hadn't quite finished. I'm not exaggerating when I say they're all very special highlights of my life and if someone tells me an endearing story about a child and I come back with something adorable the cats or dog did, it's a compliment.
I said I'd keep it short and this is the one category I keep adding to so I'll keep it to that and if you want to hear how I learned more about life from fish I'd probably be more than happy to horrify you with those stories too.
New York: I was born in New York, have only left it about ten times and--much like Birdman with sunlight--the further away I get, the more crotchety and spotty I get. That doesn't mean I've been around much of the actual state, however. I hear it's a fabulous place, though. There are areas of The Bronx I'll never go back to, and that makes me sad until I remind myself there were a lot of rats and rapists in that area so it's probably for the best that I don't return as I have a tendency to wave and be nice to everything like a demented Disney character.
Drawing: I had a lot of crayons as a child. Then I started reading a book that came with my Crayola art center, which was really more of a spinning crayon caddy. I drew a pig. It looked like a pig after it was sent to the grocery store. I spend half my life waiting around for things and so I doodle, much of the time on napkins, and what started as notes I left for Nan with the cats and dog doing stuff turned into doodling at work, and it was horrible, but it's still up as the first of my strips and I have no idea how to draw, really, but I've still got the Crayola book so I guess I could take another whack at that piggy.
Deliberate Silliness: I've said it before but I'm sticking to the story of if I couldn't laugh at it I'd go mad. Laughter is free, I'd rather give someone some of that than the need for a stiff drink.
Family: I've got Italians, Irish, English, Germans, Norwegians, and a drop of Cherokee blood in me, a little Puerto Rican by osmosis, the full range of totally normal dysfunction and I'm grateful for every single person in my family. I could go a step further and say that's only because I associate with the best of the lot, but even the ones who drove me to the brink of madness with their detachment and baggage only made me rely on myself way more and in the end that's got to come in handy. Right?
There are 11 men named Robert in my family, that I know of. O_O
Everyone in my family has (or had) a talent I think they should have done more with. My Nan's been a singer from the time she was in school, my Grandpa Ray was a painter and photographer, Mum danced, my aunts write and sing and are artists, there's loads of cooks but only three turned it into careers, my Poppy opened for Al Martino, one of my uncles was in a band and one wanted to be a pilot. If they'd put it all together I coulda been in a flying version of the Partridge Family, yo. *sigh*
Anthropomorphizing: I don't actually see human qualities in anything but my cats and dogs totally have conversations with me, in their native meows and rumbles mostly, and I translate. I'm convinced animals are the superior races and they just humor us because we can open cans know how to have a good time with yarn. I also had a closer relationship with a coffee mug I was given in 1984 than many family members, but that's probably because I cannot drink coffee out of family members. It tastes funny.
Snow: It's not winter if it doesn't snow. My Mum starts flipping out in August over the possibility of flurries anywhere on earth, but even though I've aggravated my hernia and blacked out on previous shoveling expeditions, I would rather be frolicking (I realize that's not what it looks like I'm doing) in snow than hot weather any day. One time it snowed so much we were able to make a crappy igloo that didn't collapse on me and I have like, loads of pictures of pawprints in the snow, too. *ahem* Snow tastes good when it first falls, but not so much when it's been on the ground for a while.
Porkins: watching Star Wars, I never realized the first guy to go down over the Death Star was named Porkins until many many viewings later. All I knew was the actor was also the hilarious drunk dude from Remington Steele. Then I met The Porkinites. Our leader, Jade, showed up in RASSM (the Star Wars newsgroup to everyone not from RASSM) and declared it was Porkins who actually destroyed the Death Star. This enraged the Gungan Mafia and during the ensuing Sith War I ended up getting drunk at a bar and was carried by Xiang Pi onto the Porkinite ship, where I finally found my home among the followers of The Great One. I went totally nuts about seven years back and created alt.fan.porkins and Bellyrunner for us Porkinites to party over beating Wedge in Road To Endor and HOLY MOLY I am a Porkins geek! Oh yeah, and I modified a Lego X-Wing pilot keychain to BE Porkins, complete with pizza and goblet.
I totally have a scan of an autograph Princess Buttercup scored from The Great One William Hootkins himself, too, and it's one of the main pictures on my wall that I pass every day to remind myself I was part of something really freakin' amazing, with other humans, no less.
Holy crap if you read all of that you deserve a medal or something. I need to go find a fitting award. Or maybe I just need to give your eyes a rest. ^_^