The delectable Tofu tagged me, so how could I refuse?
Here are the rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules in your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogs, letting them know they’ve been tagged
Unspectacular Quirk #1
I can’t get to sleep unless I’ve read for a while – usually for at least half an hour. Usually it’s (one of) the book(s) I’m part-way through, sometimes it’s erotica (although often that will come after reading something else), frequently it’s a graphic novel. If I’m exhausted and too tired to concentrate on anything, I still have to read – so that’s when I grab a Peanuts paperback and settle into the familiarity of many-times-read cartoons.
Handily, Apollo is also a bed-time reader. So most evenings you’ll find us both in bed reading our respective books, occasionally sharing a passage, and attempting to stop the cats from sitting on our chests and thus obscuring the words.
Yes, we’re nanas. We like it like that.
Unspectacular Quirk #2
I can’t watch movies with dinosaurs in them. I’m okay with bronosauruses and the like – it’s the carnivorous ones that terrify me.
I discovered this when I went to the movies with my mum and saw Jurassic Park … I have never been so close to throwing up in a cinema before (a few years later I forced myself to watch in on television. In the middle of the day. With the remote on hand to turn it off. I was very proud of myself for making it through). When I went and saw the remake of King Kong I spent a solid 20 minutes with my hands over my face – interestingly, the music was so well done I still knew exactly what was going on, even though I couldn’t see it.
Unspectacular Quirk #3
We’re a pop-culture house, especially as it relates to sci-fi television, anime, and all things Buffy. Don’t be surprised when I randomly quote Chobits*, curse at the frakking toaster, or curl my toes happily when someone mentions Spike.
You can tell we’re pop-culture from the second you walk in the door, as we have figurines all over the lounge. Out of their boxes (with the exception ofKinky Friedman**, who remains in his box and is at the highest point of the room, being gubernatorial), so they can be rearranged and tuttu’d with as people desire.
Currently by the window, crazy-stubbly!Wesley is groping Spike’s bum, while he leers at Anya***.
By the stereo, Kingdok looms over Lorne, the Gentlemen and Gran’ma Ben****.
By the door to the hallway, Death and Dream***** are conversing with Scarab, Rei Ayanami, Haruhi Suzumiya ****** and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
And up on top of the entertainment centre, devil ducks are the attack force for Trinity (from The Matrix), while Kinky looks over his constituency and curses Texanly at them all.
Who wants to be an elegant adult when you can have so much fun like this?
*the first anime Apollo introduced me too. Chii?
**we have most of his books, and I imported this for Apollo, knowing just how much he’d love it
***all from Buffy/Angel. I also have the Master, Angel, Faith, the Gentlemen, Vampire!Willow, Lorne, and early-useless!Wesley (my latest addition)
****Kingdok and Gran’ma Ben are from Bone, a wonderful graphic novel series by Jeff Smith. We also have Fone Bone and the cow-suit
*****from the Sandman graphic novels by Neil Gaiman
****** Scarab is from the Kabuki graphic novels by David Mack, Rei is from the anime Neon Genesis Evangelion and Haruhi is from the anime The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Unspectacular Quirk #4
I like to wear rings, but I’ll only wear them on one finger of each hand. One the left is my civil union ring (Apollo’s is matching, although smaller as he has smaller hands), while on the right I’ll change the ring daily to match whatever I’m wearing. I have about a dozen to choose from, and they’re all silver rather than gold. They’re also balanced, as I always put them on the same fingers – the one next to the little finger (call it the third finger or the fourth as you choose. I just call them the ring fingers).
(Actually, our civil union rings are gold, but they’re a combination of rose and white gold. Yellow gold looks appalling against my skin, so I just don’t wear it.)
Unspectacular Quirk #5
I have five pieces of furniture that belonged to my parents, and that I’ve dragged through three live-in relationships. (There’re also two bookcases, but they were mine before I moved out of home). Four of them are in the bedroom: the dressing table with mirror – which has appeared in a few HNT pics, and is covered in my stuff; the two bedside tables; and the camphor box (which I mentally think of as the ‘Kamfa Box’, from before I ever learned how it got the name). Mum used to keep her off-season clothes in the camphor box and swap them over in late spring and autumn. We keep our clean bedding in it instead, and I love the subtle aroma that comes from putting the fresh sheets on the bed once they’ve rested in there.
In the lounge I have the china cabinet – a fair proportion of the china and glassware in there I also inherited from mum, but the rest are items I’ve been gifted or purchased for myself over the intervening years.
Unspectacular Quirk #6
I can’t not write. I have dozens of printed folders of stories and poems I wrote during my school years. I have archives of writing I’ve done online since 2000. And I have a massive amount of documents on my computer (and on various discs) that have been scribbled, or penned, or started and abandoned.
I’ve had poems published over the years in various antipodean magazines and books. I’ve had movie reviews in magazines and online. I’ve done NaNoWriMo three times (not finished any of them, but loved the challenge! And I think the final one is a story worthy of completing. So I still think about it and where it might go).
I seem to go through cycles with my writing. I haven’t written any poems (except my Friday Poems) for a few years, and fiction has been fallow for quite some time as well – even the fanfic that I so delighted in writing (primarily Firefly, but a little Buffy/Angel as well). My non-fiction – my autobiographical, true-life happenings – well, that’s still going strong. But stories are starting to turn-over in my brain again, and plots percolate in the back of my head. Perhaps it’s time to tell stories other than my own again? We shall see.
As most readers have figured out by now, I really don’t like tagging people for memes. So, as I said last night – if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged. And have fun answering!