Because I’m a whore for blog post writing prompts that require very little thought from me and simultaneously make it look like I’m paying attention to this poor, neglected place for me to throw words at a wall… I present ten questions, posed by my friend Harriet, who was asked these questions by one of her friends, who was undoubtedly asked the same by one of her friends back to the point where some Egyptian was handed a papyrus asking them if their preferred form of social expression was to erect a pyramid or by obelisk. Ahem. Here goes.
1. Twitter or Facebook?
I like Twitter! I really do! I just… have very few friends who actually use it, so I don’t take the time to post things there all that often. Facebook wins this battle by default, even though I consider nuking my account from orbit at least twice a week.
2. Morning person or night owl?
I’ll take the night every time. If I had my druthers, I’d stay up until three every night, reading, playing games, watching movies, et cetera. Add to that the sad truth that if I don’t get a decent amount of sleep I’ve got the temperament of a badger that just got kicked…
3. How do you drink coffee?
Black about 90% of the time. I will, if I’m feeling particularly reflux-y, put a bit of milk in, but that’s rare.
4. It’s 9 pm and you’ve got the house to yourself, what do you do?
9 pm? I will have been home for about 20 minutes at that point, so probably shed the work clothes (PANTS ARE TYRANNY!) and think about studying/doing homework but not actually do it. If it’s a Saturday, I’ll probably be screwing around on the Internet or reading or snuggling with the dogs or all three of those things at once.
5. What’s on your nightstand right now?
From the right: Two books, a receipt for a Nintendo New 3DS XL, a MicroUSB cable, a 3DS charging cable, a Georgia State Parks Geocaching Passport stamp brochure, and the latest in my ever-changing lineup of alarm clocks (the numbers are perpetually too bright for the trembling flower that is KLynne, but the latest model is better, albeit not perfect). (Underneath is a random bin of cables, technology, my Nook, more books, and a bunch of stuff that I could probably throw away and never miss).
6. What smell do you love?
KLynne’s perfume. Cedar, pine, and sandalwood. The comforting doggy smell of my dogs. Roasting meats. Fresh coffee. Teatree oil. Old books.
7. What smell do you hate?
The random sulfur smell of some bodies of water. Formaldehyde (and other preservatives). Cigar smoke (yet I’m oddly OK with the smell of unsmoked pipe tobacco). Gas station cologne. Downtown Vegas on a hot day. Downtown Atlanta on a hot day. Downtown most places on a hot day, really.
8. Other than your current home, where would you most like to live?
Close to whatever pharmacy school has accepted me, am I right? Seriously, though… a cabin somewhere quiet, preferably up in the mountains. (Just not too far out, I still want my creature comforts.) Mountain air, great views, a bit of a cool breeze coming in through the windows (there would be lots of windows, of course)…
9. If you could eat only one nationality of food for the rest of your life, which one would it be?
As a fat guy, I knew this would be the most difficult question out of the ten. Let’s break down the options…
- German: I love German food. I just think I’d get sick of different kinds of wurst, potato pancakes, pretzels, and spatzle after a while. And by “get sick”, I mean “die of arteriosclerosis.”
- British: Any cuisine where black pudding is one of your star attractions gets a pass from me. Still, chips and malt vinegar and brown sauce would be missed.
- Thai: Mmm. Thai food. The problem with Thai food is that after going through the safe options (Pad Thai, Tom Kha soup, various curries) you start getting into stuff that has whole prawns with their heads till on and mysterious alternative meats. I’ll pass.
- Korean: See Thai but replace “Pad Thai” with “Beef Bulgogi” and “Tom Kha soup” with “Bibimbap”.
- Indian: I still haven’t explored enough Indian food for me to pick this one, plus I’m still not sure on the whole chutney thing.
- Japanese: Sush! Mmm, sushi. And yakisoba, and teriyaki stuff, and… strong contender. Dessert is a weak point, though. Have you ever had sweet red bean paste? I’m not a fan. We don’t have a win yet.
- Chinese: I’m gonna rule out really really authentic Chinese here and narrow it down to Americanized Chinese… I love it, I can eat it whenever, but the whole “I’m hungry a few hours later” thing kills it for me.
- Greek/Mediterranean: I’m wrapping the two up, because shwarma and gyros are close enough in my book but deliciously distinct. We have good desserts. We have variety in vegetables. It just doesn’t always agree with my stomach.
- Mexican: Tres Leches cake! Horchata! Burritos the size of my head! Nachos! Pretty much anything on a corn tortilla! Delicious, but I’m gonna have to give Mexican food bronze.
- Italian: I love pasta. I love chicken marsala. I love sauces red, white, and in between. I love calamari, garlic everything, Parmesan cheese, Good vegetables. I can MAKE lots of these things. We have success on the dessert front, too… Tiramisu. And cappucino! You’d think that I’d pick this, and you’d probably be right… but Italian loses by a hair to…
- AMERICAN, SPECIFICALLY SOUTHERN FOOD.
We have our winner. And yes, I’m counting cajun food here because Louisiana is in the South. Cornbread and barbecue and meatloaf and grits and collard greens and po’boys and mashed potatoes and YUMMY. It’s comfort food for a reason, and there are enough disparate influences that the gourmand in me wouldn’t get bored.
10. When you were six years old, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I was still in my train engineer phase then. I wanted nothing more than to be workin’ on the railroad, all the live-long day. All of my houses growing up were in relatively close proximity to train tracks (starting with the first that I remember which featured tracks directly across the street from the house) and I LOOOOOOVED trains. My great uncle, who was a manager in some capacity for Union Pacific, helped feed this by giving me a UP calendar every year and bits of UP memorabilia (a belt buckle, a mug promoting the new GE Dash-8 series of locomotives, an actual honest-to-goodness conductor’s lantern that I still have in my office) and taking me to the train yard in Salt Lake where I was able to see the inside of a caboose and drink a thing of OJ from a fridge inside… I’m not sure WHY this was the most memorable part of the trip, but it was. Caboose OJ. This was my de facto future job up until fifth grade or so where I really didn’t have a future plan. Junior high convinced me that I should be a lawyer, the realization in high school that I wasn’t devoted enough to my studies dashed that plan, and I kept on floating between different possibilities while working tech support jobs until I started down my current path. I still love trains, though… maybe I need to amend the “where do I want to live?” with the caveat that it be within a few miles of a railroad line?