Meme!
mendax gave me "D"!
Something I dislike: Daylight Savings (DST). When I lived in an area with DST, the "spring forward" day screwed me so badly. Now that I live somewhere without DST, I can never remember how many hours behind any other timezone I happen to be. Also, I just don't understand the point of DST. Seriously. (This may be particularly on my mind because I'm up at 4AM my time to participate in a conference call in DC. "Damn cats" was a close second because Zombie Cat is nibbling on my neck and trying to convince me to give him second breakfast.)
Something I love: Domesticity. This is my not-sekrit-at-all kink. Nothing pushes my happy button quite so much as a fic about hardboiled characters sitting around in their rumpled boxers and morning scruff and being quietly, happily domestic together.
Somewhere I've been: DC. I interned there over the summer many moons ago and while I hated the summer mugginess, I loved being in DC and the weirdly surreal nature of the city; I expect that the feeling of abandonment is something that's common to most national capitals that were set up to be capitals and didn't grow out of being a major city to begin with.
Somewhere I'd like to go: Dublin. Because how can you go wrong with going to Ireland?
Someone I know: I know a lot of people whose names begin with "D", but I'm going to list two: The Honorable Daniel K. Inouye (deceased), who was Hawaii's longest serving and most influential senator ever and who I had the great honor of interning for; and
dine, who sends me the most awesome random postcards and always has super interesting random internet finds (and who keeps pushing the Hockey fandom).
A film I like: Dogma, because who doesn't love the idea of angels exiled to earth? Also, Alan Rickman as the incapable-of-getting-drunk-and-really-salty-about-it Metatron makes me happy.
A book I like: Drowned Hopes by Donald Westlake, the master of the comic caper novel. It's a zany heist novel about the perpetually down-on-his-luck John Dortmunder who has to retrieve the loot from a bank job (that he wasn't involved in) -- problem is, the loot is buried at the bottom of a brand new lake. It was the first Westlake book I read and while it's not my absolute favorite Dortmunder novel, it's a close run thing.
If you want to meme along, let me know and I'll give you a letter!
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