9 posts tagged “qotd”

What are your top 5 movies/DVDs of 2006?

As you can see, this is a mix of newer and older movies. Sometimes you get to discover something after the fact. I finally have accepted that this is okay.

Tell us about your first kiss.  Who was it with?  How old were you?

 

Late to the party - that's how I felt. All around me there were swarms of people making out all the time and I wasn't part of that crowd. Bitter because I was obviously the only girl at Jefferson Middle School without a kissing partner, I scowled at "them" for bottlenecking my path to class and openly mocked their kissy noises in the hall. And in the midst of all this unmasked hate, I somehow found he who was fated to be my first kiss. He was a grade younger than I, in his 7th grade year, and he had the most beautiful mocha skin. His name was David. I crushed and swooned and one late afternoon at University of New Mexico's infamous Duck Pond I got my first kiss.

And wow, was it fucking disgusting.

As he went to grab my hand after our awkward romantic encounter, I was too busy wiping off the film of saliva that coated the entire lower half of my face. Disgusted I walked away, vowing to never kiss again.

What's the last thing you usually do or think about before you fall asleep?

I am usually thinking about the people I hear singing karaoke from across the street and wondering what copious amount of liquor they consumed to think they could tap into their inner Axl during an off key rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine". After that thought, I usually think about the tone deaf singers friends who didn't have the good sense to dissuade their very drunk, very delusional friend from getting up there to belt out their awful tune.

Yes, I like across the street from a karaoke bar. A gay karaoke bar. It's one of the many, many splendors that can be found by living in Capitol Hill.

What's your musical horoscope?  (Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.)  Inspired by Stephanie.

Okay, why not:

1. Samurai Sword - The Microphones
2. Crazy Love, Vol II - Paul Simon
3. Delicious - Plug
4. Pouncelciot - Venetian Snares
5. Suffer - The Smashing Pumpkins
6. Kimi Wa Tsumannai - Bogdan Raczynski
7. You're in the Air - REM
8. My Roots are Strong and Deep - The Microphones
9. Tame - The Pixes
10. Shake the Disease - Depeche Mode

Now I guess everyone knows how off-the-charts my musical tastes are. So if I were an astrologer I would read this as meaning I'm nuts.

What's your middle name?  Is there a story or history behind it?

My entire name is borderline weird, but my middle name is really the touchstone that keeps all the crazy in one place.

My Dad, being an ego maniacal Leo, needed his name to be part of mine. His name is David. My Mom, being a pushover Cancer, decided that this was a fine idea and came up with Davya.

I've come to terms with this oddity for a name. It took a long, long time.

What was (or is) your favorite subject in school?

The better question is what did I excel at and what I enjoyed: two drastically different answers.

I always "got" science. I like tangible facts. It's why I always did so shitty at math: I need a definitive reason why a number is a number and why it matters and how you can put it in your graphing calculator and see some weird dimensional diagram. Geometry, needless to say, was my arch enemy. But back on track, I delightfully got my ass handed to me two years in a row by an archaic biology teacher (who was teaching at my high school the first year it was open, which was 1950. The remodeled science building was named after him while he was still alive and teaching). The man was no nosense - he expected you to do your reading, lectured as if you had and would not answer questions that could be answered by the textbook. He also got free reign to allow us to do all kinds of funky dissections, like a nurse shark. He pushed me hard, and I learned more from him than from any other teacher or professor since. He was an asshole, but it was because I was a lazy, cocky biology student that he wanted more from. Thanks Mr. Lloyd, even if you are probably dead.

But what I loved was my journalism/newspaper production class. From my sophomore year onward, I climbed the unimpressive editorial ladder, knocking aside pot head burnouts and ineffectual cheerleaders to take the title of Editor-in-Chief my senior year. I loved the drive it required and the stress it gave me. We were a cut and paste shop, doing all the layout on large sheets we'd proudly take to the printer once a month. And in my defining Rocky moment, in my final issue as Editor-in-Chief, I revealed my identity as "Madam Musicbrat", the snarky staff music reviewer. No one cared, but I felt like I was champion and bowing out on top.

What are the 5 words that best describe your life right now?
Question submitted by mojito.

I tend to shy away from these, but I believe this one is a good exercize. Honestly, I haven't thought about how my life is right now, I've just been riding this high tide. Things are good right now. So the five words that come to mind:

• Refreshing: We've been spending a bit more time at home, allowing some recharging and relaxation.
• Cultural: It seems as though every week there is something fun to do. This week we have the Seattle Spelling Bee, a book release for comic artist Ellen Forney at Bailey-Coy Books, The Goonies at Red Hook Brewery, Devotchka at Neumo's, and From Monument to Masses at El Corazon.
  
• Fulfilling: I am satisfied with who I spend my time with. Which is pretty much Dylan and Valarica. They keep me on my toes, learning new things, learning about myself, and enjoying adventures. I sometimes feel like I should diversify or else deal with backlash of too much time spent together, but it hasn't happened yet, and Valarica is good about diversifying on her end. I think that prevents any crisis.
• Scary: There have been a lot of changes in this last month: new apartment, new job, Grandpa's surgery, turning older, dealing with bad roommate situtations. I was feeling overwhelmed and on edge. That feeling is slowly waning, but it still lingers in the back of my head - something like what else are you gonna throw at me, world?
• Goal-setting: I want to go to Japan this year (April). This month is the first month that I really feel like this will happen (due to raise in job change). Now I need to set firm goals with my self financially and time investment wise. I need to have a creative outlet but the problem is pinpointing which one I feel like pursuing.
  

Go to one random page in Explore Audio. What CD do you see that you're most interested in listening to?

I saw Black Cherry by Goldfrapp.

I like this album.

It makes me want to dance.

And it reminds me that I still need to check out their new album.

What's the most extreme weather you've been in? A memorable storm? Heat wave? Or something else?

I grew up partly in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I spent a bit of middle school, all four years of high school,  and two years after college being well adjusted to the dry summer heat. The thing about Albuquerque heat is that the dryness makes it totally livable. Except in July. Monsoon season. Out of nowhere a big black cloud will piss over Albuquerque for anywhere from five minutes to an hour. And then as quickly as it came, it would go away again. While the unbearable humidy followed, it usually all evaporated within a few hours. The streets would be dry and the people of Albuquerque would go on about their business forgetting the dramatic weather change of the day.

This all sets the stage for the story I am about to tell you.

SEATTLE IS HOT AS BALLS.

There. I said it. After getting out of work yesterday this wall of hot, humid air immediately took the wind out of me. I usually walk home - it's less than a mile away. Though it's uphill, I figure the exersize is good for me. But yesterday I decided the heat was too much as I slogged my way to the bus stop.  A miserable forty minutes later, covered with the sweaty funk of the other bus riders, I collapsed on my bed in front of my sad fan doing it's best to cool my cranky ass down.

And today? It's still hot as balls.

I think it's time for a mojito.

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