Sorry to have to tell you this, dropzone, but it’s an official law that at least 12 of us must be Star Jones at any given time, or else it’ll turn into a scene from Omega Man up in here.
And at least 232 of us must be Oprah. :eek:
I’m little and blonde, but I wear boots constantly. Heavy boots.
I like to blow up stuff (liquid nitrogen soda bottles, silly!) and have in the past enjoyed arguing about the proper way to solve Schrodinger’s equation and making bad jokes using special relativity as a basis. (Um, yeah, I was a physics major :o ) I’m also an engineering major who doesn’t like math, but loved taking classes in international politics and human rights.
Oooh! Who gets to be Rosalind Cash in a halter!
auntie em asked:
How about this: both. I have a 1968 Eldorado and a 1995 Deville. So take that right in your “trying -to-put-me-into-a-little-box” hole, you! 
You WILL be at the Fest next weekend? (Not for ME, you know. It’s just that I saw where you are at and thought you might fit in well with the crowd.)
FEST???
Dude, I’m not blonde anymore! Whaaaah! And did I tell you that I found THREE gray hairs on my noggin?!? :eek:
Oh and I’ve been embroiled on that other stupid board in a bunch of harpies and I can only liken the experience to dealing with pre-menstrual sorority sisters who took the brown acid.
Ugh! But, I just gave them all the finger and deleted my account.
I’m free! I’m free! I’m freeeeeeee!
Or at least I’m seeking refuge here!
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*Originally posted by dropzone *
**Welcome aboard, brainychick. You WILL be at the Fest next weekend? (Not for ME, you know. It’s just that I saw where you are at and thought you might fit in well with the crowd.)
Let’s try this again: FEST??? 
ChiDope, next weekend. There are at least 2 threads about it currently running.
[sub]Alas! I know not how to link a thread.[/sub]
I can relate, sort of. New England born and raised (and damn proud of it) but I absolutely hate winter and everything to do with it. With the sole exception of College hockey, there’s nothing positive about cold weather. Most people seem shocked that I’m not an advid skier, skater or something. It’s like there’s this huge secret that we never let the rest of the country in on: many of us don’t enjoy the cold damp weather any more than anyone else would.
I hate poetry (and most novels come to think of it) from the Victorian and Romantic periods. I guess I was out sick the day that they explained the rule everyone with a degree in English must like all literature.
My musical tastes raise a few eyebrows too. I guess if one is both a girl and “innocent looking” (so I’ve been described, mostly wryly by people whose minds have been blown by getting to know me) shouldn’t like loud music. The way I look at it, I like what I like, and if that means Tori Amos and Korn both, so what?
I grew up in rural Pennsylvania. I have never shot any living creature.
Now if that’s not an “incongruency,” I’m not sure what is.
I was born and raised in Alabama (and have only lived away from here briefly), but most people I meet are sure that I moved here from up North. A Yankee by default, I guess. When I lived away from the South, people could tell I was a Southerner, but always guessed I was from Louisiana.
All of my life, people have assumed that I am an avid chess player. They say it suits my personality, but I never had the patience to learn. People have even gotten angry at me, convinced that I am lying about my disdain for the chess.
My musical tastes are all over the place. I have stuff by Captain Beefheart, Schubert, Buck Owens, Sinatra, and The Allman Bros. in my CD case right now. But when people find out that I have about 20 albums by Miles Davis (so far), they freak out, unable to handle that not only do I love his music but that I love it that much.
OMG!!! Are you pregnant???
As for the gray hairs, yep. Me mum found (and ripped out) one on MY noggin when she was blow-drying my hair (it just gets so tiring… but she did a shit job, so I’m back to either (a) not washing it, or (b) letting it be very large).
Dude. We’re some old biddies now.:eek:
Um, why…? Is it a Southern thing, or a “Mad at Miles” thing, or what?
Hmmm, let’s see… no current openings for Rosalind Cash in a halter… still one for Charleton Heston Overacting, or if you’d like, you could head over to Foxy Brown and apply for one of two remaining Pam Grier in a Babydoll Nightie spots…
There’s the punk rock, wrestling fan, hockey player…
Then there’s the excellent cook and baker, former ballet student and classical soprano, the girl whose favorite color is pink, who sleeps on a bed with a white iron floral headboard with a garland of roses on it…
Ergo the sig 
I do all my pandering while Leif takes his mid-day nap.
auntie em, it’s probably a little of both. Most of the jazz fans I know prefer “smooth jazz” or “modern jazz”, most of which I consider very bland. They might have Kind Of Blue or one other album of his and that’s it. I guess they’re intimidated by that “Dark Prince Of Jazz” image of his. Or his periodic changes in style or musical direction. I’ve had people tell me that he was very talented, even though he was a “bastard”, as they usually put it.
It may more of a local thing rather than a Southern thing. Where I live apparently it’s an unwritten rule that a short, round white guy can’t enjoy the music of one of the greatest musical innovators of the 20th century just because he happened to be an outspoken independant black man. I’ve gotten less heat for it when I’ve visited other parts of the South.
Welll, I’m a Texan and I hate kicker music. (That’s C&W - don’t know how far the term “kicker” extends)
This doesn’t shock anyone when I’m in Texas, but out there it surprises some of y’all. I was visiting Bob last year and they had a comic for entertainment at a company seminar. The comic found out I was from Texas and said “Do you like country music?” I said “Hell no”
Completely threw him off his stride. 
On the other hand, she thought it was great when he asked about the spurs… (Ducks and runs)