Wednesday, November 22, 2006

A Random Meme of Boredom

Look, here's a bunch of silly questions I found floating around on the internet:

I see: The computer screen in front of me. Duh.
I need: Oxygen and food.
I find: Remote controls between the sofa cushions.
I want: To go home.
I have: A job that pays money, which is why I am not at home.
I wish: I did not have to work for money, but had it brought to me by the Magical Money Fairy.
I love: Doctor Who.
I hate: Star Trek: Voyager.
I miss: Farscape.
I fear: Horrible fatal diseases.
I feel: Restless.
I hear: Lots of electronic equipment humming away.
I smell: *sniffs armpits* No, I don't.
I crave: Wild sex with Jack Harkness. Or possibly a chocolate bar.
I search: For Christmas ideas for my hard-to-buy-for relatives.
I wonder: "I wonder why. I wonder why. I wonder why I wonder. I wonder why I wonder why I wonder" -- Richard Feynman
I regret: That I have but one life to give for... Well, actually, I just regret that I have but one life.

When was the last time you ...

Smiled?: I don't know. I haven't been watching myself. Probably very recently.
Laughed?: I think earlier today when I was watching an episode of Stargate. That Colonel O'Neill's a funny guy.
Cried?: I don't remember, but it was probably over something really stupid, like a movie.
Bought something?: I ordered a sweatshirt yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I figured that'd be my Christmas present to myself.
Danced?: I don't dance. Although I was sort of forced to at my sister's wedding, so I guess it was then.
Were sarcastic?: I don't know. I don't keep track.
Kissed someone?: If I say "do cats count?" I'm just going to sound more pathetic than I already am, right?
Talked to an ex?: I think it was December of '04. I told him it was probably better if he didn't call me again, and he hasn't.
Watched your favorite movie?: You know, it's been a while since I popped The Wrath of Khan into the old DVD player...
Had a nightmare?: I vaguely remember having some kind of disturbing dream in the last few weeks, but not what it was.

A Last time for everything ...

Last book you read: The last book I finished was The Book of Jhereg by Steven Brust, which is actually an omnibus volume of three of his "Vlad Taltos" books: Jhereg, Yendi, and Teckla. It's an entertaining fantasy series; I really ought to pick up the rest of it sometime. The last book I read any of was The Family That Couldn't Sleep by D.T. Max. It's about prion-induced diseases, such as "mad cow" and a rare, bizarre kind of fatal hereditary insomnia, as referenced in the title.
Last movie you saw: In the theater, Pirates of the Caribbean 2, because that's when I swore off movie theaters. On DVD, Seven Samurai.
Last song you heard: According to my iPod, "Little Light of Love" by R.X.R.A., from the Fifth Element soundtrack.
Last thing you had to drink: Darjeeling tea.
Last time you showered: Around noon-ish today.
Last thing you ate: A green apple. I think it may have been a Granny Smith, but I don't remember, and I'm not that up on my apples.

Do You ...

Smoke?: Only when I'm on fire.
Do drugs?: Caffeine. Lots of caffeine.
Have sex?: You mean with other people? I vaguely remember what that's like.
Sleep with stuffed animals?: I have two teddy bears which sometimes sleep in the bed and sometimes lie abandoned underneath it.
Live in the moment?: I live several centuries in the future.
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: No.
Have a dream that keeps coming back?: I have several recurring dreams. Or, rather, recurring variations on the same dream themes. For some reason, many of them involve elevators.
Play an instrument?: I played the flute for a few months when I was about ten, but I've completely forgotten everything musical that I was ever taught. Which wasn't much.
Believe there is life on other planets?: It seems extremely likely. It's a biiiiiig universe.
Remember your first love?: My memory's bad, but it's not that bad.
Still love him/her?: Not really.
Read the newspaper?: Nah. I get my news from blogs and The Daily Show.
Have any gay or lesbian friends?: Sure. Although I think most of 'em I only know on the internet.
Believe in miracles?: If by that you're implying something supernatural, then no.
Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: Of course it's possible. It doesn't break any laws of physics or anything, does it?
Consider yourself tolerant of others?: I try to be.
Consider love a mistake?: Sometimes.
Like the taste of alcohol?: Not in and of itself, no.
Have a favorite candy?: Chocolate covered pretzels.
Believe in astrology?: No. And despite my answer to the "tolerance" question above, I have to admit that I think less of people who do.
Believe in magic?: I believe in sleight-of-hand.
Believe in God?: No.
Pray?: No.
Go to church?: No.
Have any secrets?: Like I'd tell you if I did.
Have any pets: Three cats.
Do well in school?: I did very well. Which, after five years of college, left me completely burned out.
Go to or plan to go to college?: Every so often I'll think about going back to college and getting a Master's or something. And then I'll come back to my senses.
Have a major?: I majored in astrophysics. Which is a fun thing to tell people, because it sounds more impressive than it is.
Talk to strangers who instant message you?: I don't think that's ever happened. I rarely turn on instant messaging.
Have any piercings?: No. Nobody's ever sticking holes in my body unless it's medically necessary.
Have any tattoos?: No.
Hate yourself?: No. That would suck.
Have an obsession?: Well, there's that all-encompassing sci-fi geek thing I've got going on.
Have a secret crush?: Well, the one on Jack Harkness is clearly not a secret...
Do they know yet?: Sadly, Jack Harkness does not actually exist. So, no.
Collect anything?: Books, books, books, and, uh, more books.
Have a best friend?: I don't know. I have at least one pretty good friend.
Wish on stars?: Like some ball of hydrogen light-years away is going to do me personal favors.
Like your handwriting?: Yeah, kind of. It's distinctive and original, and it's easy to read if I'm actually careful with it. Which, admittedly, I'm frequently not.
Have any bad habits?: Yes.
Care about looks?: I care when my hair gets long enough that it starts to stick out from my face.
Boy/girlfriend's looks?: I couldn't care less what somebody's boy/girlfriend looks like.
Friends and other people?: What about them? Do I care what they look like? Pfeh. They're lucky if I even notice what they look like.
Believe in witches?: I believe in Neo-Pagans.
Believe in Satan?: Only in the same sense that I believe in Count Dracula and Hercules.
Believe in ghosts?: No.

Well. That killed a few minutes pretty darned dead.


  1. Have any tattoos?: No.

    But one night after a bender Betty comes home with a tattoo of the Horse Head's nebula on her tukas.

  2. I don't think the amount of alcohol I consume in a year is enough to get me that drunk. :)