Soooo… Eminem is either a bad 80’s hair band or a horrid 90’s pop band? :dubious:
I watch the Weather Channel. A lot. In fact, it’s on right now. I just can’t see why I would want to waste my time on reality shows and other garbage, and I find that the 24/7 news networks make me feel really stressed out and mad at the world.
That said, I get sucked into reality shows against my will. Like the other day, I couldn’t get anything accomplished, I had to watch the Work Out mini-marathon. And once, I watched the entire season of The Biggest Loser in a day (I guess they were replaying all the episodes in preparation for the finale that night.)
I love accordions, and am learning to play. I love any music with accordions- Irish, zydeco, whatever. Accordions rock.
I would totally fuck the 18 year old Shane MacGowan. (For those who don’t know, he’s the lead singer of the Pogues, my favoritest band of all time) Here’s a not horribly horrendous picture of him. But he would have to keep his mouth closed, because I can’t stand his teeth. I wouldn’t do him now, look at this guy and add 20 years of alcoholism and heavy smoking, he’s disgusting. But I think the young Shane is cute in a horrible horrible way. And he’s got a way with words.
Sometimes I get totally lost in a daydream. And when I “diddle” I have to have a little back story about how we met, etc, and sometimes I like it so much I keep daydreaming after I finish “diddling.” (Sorry, what a great word, I had to use it)
I get really excited about words, like etymologies and things, and when I learn new facts sometimes I have to fight the urge to call a friend and say, “Guess what I just found out!”
I am obsessed with sailors. So much so, I have a pair of ship’s propellors tattooed on my butt. (it’s a superstitious thing, to protect you from drowning)
I really liked Mean Girls and Bring it On.
I read the Little House on the Prairie books so much as a kid I can still quote passages verbatim.
Ok, I’ll stop now. Do your best not to point and laugh.
I still like New Kids on the Block.
I own that movie about Male Models…what was the name? I’ve blanked on it right now.
I like Aliens 4.
Hard to think where to start:
- I love America’s Next Top Model and have recorded all the seasons. The life the girls lead seems like a fantasy. I also like the idea of having real criticism and challenges to get you to a goal, unlike how confusing and convoluted life really is. Even more embarressing: I really like Tyra and wish she would critique me.
-I still sleep with my baby blanket. The one thing I have held on to through 40-50 moves.
- The first time I saw Jeepers Creepers, I woke up at 3 AM and was CONVINCED the Creeper was outside the window. I love that movie!
-I am waiting to hear if I am accepted to grad school. I only applied to the university I currently work for and moving is out of the question right now (probably the only time in my life). I have been dying to go to grad school (for English) ever since I graduated, mainly because I thought it was the only thing I was good at and would save me from the dreary career options available to someone with a BA in English. Everyone thinks I will get in and I had a lot of profs trying to press me into it while I was an undergrad. Embarressing confession: I think what I really want to do is start up and run a ferret shelter (perhaps it is just nerves though).
-If I really want to have a conversation with someone, I will make up a conversation and have it with the bathroom mirror.
HazelNutCoffee and Poysyn, unless you are 14 and 18 years of age respectively, and thus just stopped playing with them virtually yesterday, I got you beat on the Barbie habit…although I took a hiatus from age 14 to age 47, for the last two years I’ve taken out and repeatedly dressed up my half a dozen old Barbies just like in my blooming youth, but of course under the auspices of a “collector” now. Still, it’s playing with Barbies, no matter how you excuse it…
I miss Karen Carpenter, whose voice I adored, and still listen to Gordon Lightfoot.
I collect erotic novels/writing. You know, the stuff you find in the “Intimate” area of Barnes & Noble or Borders, written by “anonymous”, or “a victorian gentleman”. Maybe not so unusual, even for a chick, but still embarrassing to me. Moving in with my SO next month, and have never told him, not that he’ll be annoyed or anything. But he will find it interesting of me, I am sure. Possibly he won’t be surprised at all.
I bought all of Sam Kinnison’s albums.
I also bought almost every issue of Jack Chick’s “Crusader Comics.”
Hey, they might be worth something someday!
swampbear, you are my frikkin’ hero. Where I am, The Golden Girls and Sabrina are on during the same time slot. It’s an agonizing decision every day. Half the time I just end up flipping back and forth between the two for an hour.
Here goes nuthin’:
I love the Readers Digest. Jokes and all. But I see I’m not alone, so I don’t feel so bad!
I often hallucinate in my sleep (my eyes are open, I see my room but with added extras, usually scary things like spiders or mice)
I am intimidated by official-looking mail and it takes a lot of willpower for me to open any, even though I am totally solvent and have no money worries. Thank goodness my bills are all set up by direct debit…
I have a terrible memory and often don’t pay enough attention to things that don’t interest me. I am ashamed of my lack of historical and world political knowledge.
I am a straight female who often finds gay men extremely sexy.
I can eat a whole jar of Marshmallow Fluff in one go.
OK, I have a movie confession I can’t hold in any longer: I saw Spider-Man three times in the first weekend it was in the theatre. I wasn’t even stoned. I had made plans to see it on Saturday with one group of friends, and ended up bored with some teammates on the Friday night that it came out and they wanted to see it. So I saw it on both nights and then on Sunday night I ended up at a party where a group of 7 or 8 people got bored and decided to ditch the joint and…see Spider-Man. I got pretty tired of that movie.
Yup, I’d say horrid 90’s pop band is close enough.
You might find this interesting. I used to have hypnagogic hallucinations every night, and I miss them. Most peoples’ hypnagogic experiences are scary and nightmarish, but mine were really pleasant. One of my favorites was where I would watch my hands and hallucinate that I was rubbing super foamy soap all over them, until I went to sleep.
I’ve never operated a cell phone. It’s just never come up. I don’t even know how to turn it on, never mind what to press to make it call someone. There are few things in the world I hate worse than talking on the phone anyway, so it’s moot.
I also don’t know how to operate the DVD player remote. The words and symbols on it are so small I can’t see any of them with any clarity at any distance. Who knows which of the 90 or so buttons is Pause?
I have over 50,000 songs at my disposal, but no mp3s, and no mp3 player. No use for them, either. Except for the transistor radio in the '60s, I’ve never owned a portable music-playing device.
Thirty two years have passed since I last drove a car.
I was too old for Sesame Street. All these people I know have the warmest, fondest memories attached to something they saw on that show, and when they mention them to me, I have no idea what they’re talking about. By the time we could pick up the show on UHF from Buffalo, I was closer to 20 than 2. For the same reasons, I’ve never seen Mr. Rogers. I was way out of the demographic. But look at it this way - I’ve never seen Barney, or Teletubbies, either.
I’ve never watched a reality show. Or most anything in prime time, since the '80s. Never seen Friends, or any of that stuff. First, it was lack of a TV. Then it was lack of interest.
My wife dragged me to see the first two Harry Potter movies when they were new. I can’t remember a single detail about either of them.
Dude, that is rough. I guess Rick Barry and the 74-75 Warriors got your hope up, eh? How did you survive the Magic Johnson Showtime years? You are not alone, my cousin has been a fan since before then and has season tickets.
Not only do I still play D&D after 22 years, I currently have a pdf of the Players Handbook open in another window. And yes, I’m at work.
My wife is a fantastic cook, and she makes the best bolognese sauce I’ve ever eaten. And yet, I still love spaghetti with ketchup.
*Moulin Rouge is one of my favorite movies.
I’m 32, I read, write and speak perfect English, and I can’t understand cursive writing. It might as well be Cyrillic.
Alessan, if it makes you feel better, I can’t understand cursive Hebrew. (OK, I can’t understand Hebrew anyway, but I used to at least be able to sound out the words–never wrapped my head around cursive.)
Yeah, but I’ve worked in the States. My boss would keep on writing me notes, and I would stare at them for minutes trying to understand what the hell she wanted from me. After a while I managed to convince her that she had awful handwriting, and that it would be best for both of us if we communicated via email.
Most Americans’ cursive handwriting is impossible to decipher anyway. It’s our dirty little secret: we can’t figure it out, either. (Or at least, I generally don’t bother to.) But then, I don’t know anybody who writes in cursive anymore–it’s fallen way out of favor here.
Alessan, when I was in college and had looser morals than I do now (god, I’m a teacher, I can’t believe I did this!) I did an Israeli friend’s English homework for him. Sadly for him, I wrote it in cursive. He looked at as though I’d done it Chinese.
This is how I feel when people write stuff in Cyrillic cursive. I’ve taught myself how to write it, but I can’t actually read it. Which sucks because no one except little kids (and dumb furriners) write in Cyrillic print.
ANYWAY.
I watch this abominably bad, incredibly trashy TV program called “Fashion House” almost every day. I only get one channel on my TV, but there are lots of stuff I don’t watch, so it’s not a very good excuse.
Makes sense. English language education here in Israel pays only cursory (ha!) attention to handwriting. I think we learned the principles, once, in junior high, and never really practiced them.
(As for myself, I moved back to Israel in the middle of 1st grade, so I had learned how to read English - but I never learned to write it).
Incidentally, was this during your year in Haifa U*?
*Go Hyraxes!
Before he moved out, the way Mom operated the VCR was “Jaimeeeeee! Record this for me.” “Jaimeeeeeee! Yesterday’s movie.”
She’s now learned to get it to record and play, but if she needs to program it it’s still “Jaimeeeeeee!..”
I can cook. But I can’t bring myself to do it unless there’s at least another person to eat it.
When I was a teenager, I got out of school early to wait in line for the premier of Star Trek: The Motion Picture, and I loved it.
I like to drink alone. Just enough to get me mellow while I’m watching TV or playing on the computer. It’s a very enjoyable sensation – quite different from drinking socially, which is a more upbeat kind of activity.