"Me, me, me." "Me too!"

[rapier]

This is Livejournal, and so we talk about ourselves.

The Rules: Comment to this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along.

Interests chosen by roseneko.

Difficult women:This one is hard to

Comments

[oddharmonic]

Oh man, I am going to have to try making homemade pickled garlic now. It's not too late for me to start garlic growing (it's easy, although the growing part takes time) and I have plenty of vinegar, spices and canning jars!

I cannot read the phrase "speculative fiction" without feeling all fangirlish about Harry Turtledove. (:

Extra slutty olive oil. YES. I would buy that just for the label, which I would expect to have a pin-up girl on it!

[rapier]

We have a new little plot of dirt, what used to be a fountain-looking water feature that the previous owners had. Stagnating water makes me into a bad neighbor, so we filled the thing with topsoil, and I'm not sure what we're going to do with it now. Maybe garlic!

I'm totally with you re: fangirling Harry Turtledove. I really should pick up his Southern Victory series again. I stalled out about halfway through a couple years ago (Blood and Iron, to be exact), and I was astonished to discover that the man has been cranking out one book every year in the meantime.

That's a big ol' win with the ESOO and the pinup girl on it! ^___^

Say, you're up early. Good morning!

[iconoplast]

If you're pickling, try pickled limes! I had them once in an Indian restaurant in Sydney -- they tasted like something fuzzy you'd find in the basement and I would absolutely eat them again. It's the only way I know to describe them. I also haven't been able to find them on this continent yet.

[kittygomeowr]

Meme. Meme. Meme. Meme. Cheese!
At least you eat the garlic with a fork. >.>

[rapier]

Well, yes, it's unseemly to pour the whole jar, vinegar and all, directly into my pie-hole.

[iconoplast]

Unseemly stops you? *grin*

[rapier]

These days? Usually. I must be getting old. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go shake my cane at those damn kids playing in my yard.

[roseneko]

Damn, now I want to try some pickled garlic. Stupid lack of Renn Faires in Alaska.

I completely agree about speculative fiction. Ever since I was a kid I've gravitated toward fantasy/sci-fi/what have you; one of my clearer early memories is sitting in school in first grade, the teacher explaining to us the difference between realistic and fantastic fiction, and thinking to myself "Why would anyone want to read a story about the real world?"

Extra slutty olive oil seems like the sort of thing you'd buy and keep in the back of the cupboard for those special occasions when the kids are at the sitter's, Marvin Gaye is on the tape deck, and you're ready to whip up something sinfully delicious for when the wife gets home. :)

Incidentally, when I was looking over your interests last night, Brian took a peek over my shoulder and said something like, "Huh. He's got 'pinups', 'women with glasses', and 'difficult women' listed. No wonder he's had you on his friendslist for years." It made me laugh.

[rapier]

We'll be visiting the Renaissance Festival this summer, I'm sure. Tell you what, send me a message over LJ or an e-mail or whatever with your shipping address, and I'll see if I can make something happen.

I asked myself the same question when I was a kid. The real world was boring. Everyone lived in the real world every day. If I was going to spend time reading, I'd want to read about something fantastic!

Tape deck, really? Careful now, you're showing your age. ^_^

And re: Brian's comment, yeah, it's pretty much true. It's been a couple of years, though, since we've been acquainted on Livejournal. You may rest assured that my interest in you is not prurient. Or rather, not entirely.

[roseneko]

Woot! I will totally take you up on that.

I said "tape deck" because that struck me as more appropriate for Marvin Gaye. I grew up right on the border of the CD revolution, and while my first little stereo only had a tape deck, I got a DiscMan for my 16th birthday. My first CD was the soundtrack to my favorite movie, Flashdance (I was sixteen, okay?) and I had the whole thing memorized in short order. :)

I have nothing against people being pruriently interested in me. :) But I do prefer those who can appreciate all of my other qualities as well.

[iconoplast]

I'll bite.

My father taught me how to make amazing, bursting at the seams, insane omelets... with only one egg. He called himself, as I recall, a One Egg Omelet Monk. Told me if I applied myself and spent time in a monastery, I too could master them. I do pretty well without that level of training though.

These explanations tell me quite a lot about our friendship and the path it has taken.

[rapier]

And here we go! Catharsis, fnord, fucking your boyfriend/girlfriend, insane artists, inverse chivalry, parenthetical asides, sexy brains.

(Yeah, I totally slipped a twofer in there. Mea culpa, mea culpa.)

I'm not nearly so good with a single egg, but I manage all right. I expect your dad's technique would destroy mine, but hey - there's always someone better than you out in the world. Something comforting in that, I reckon.

And hey, I'm glad the explanations were illustrative. ^_^