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minakochan:
1. What is one amusing story from your childhood that you find yourself sharing over and over?
When I was in second grade, about eight years old, I climbed up a tree to read a book. This seemed perfectly logical at the time, I swear. I ended up falling out backwards and breaking my right arm- though luckily not my neck, which I would have done if I'd been a foot higher in the tree- and spending the rest of the evening in the hospital, complaining bitchily about not being treated quickly enough and finishing my book, which was one of the Babysitter's Club. Hey, I was only 8.
This story comes up both whenever people mention what significant injuries they've received, and when I have to explain why I'm completely incapable of writing in cursive. Because, you see, it happened that exactly those months I had my right arm- and I'm right-handed- in a sling were the months it was taught to us. Whenever I need to sign something, I just make a squiggly line, because that's as close as I can remember.
It also explains why I'm wearing a white lace sling in my First Communion photo.
2. Answer honestly -- do you agree with the Constitution of the United States of America?
Hmmm. I suppose. It's not a thing I think much about, in daily life; the issues that tend to get people riled up are ones that hit closer to home: a local ban prohibiting smoking in bars, a DOMA, a war. The Constitution seems almost too basic and extraneous to disagree with.
I'm rather fond of most of the amendments though, particularly the first ten, the thirteenth, and the nineteenth.
3. A famous slasher goes on record as saying that Brigdh is her idol, and all of her work is patterned after yours. What is your response?
After the surprise that anything I write is coherent enough to be patterned after, I'd, uh, be surprised again. And happy. And possibly squee about it in a friends-locked post, where at least the only people who'd see me make a fool of myself would be ones who'd laugh with me, rather than at me.
4. Do you ever find yourself saying, "I was definitely born in the wrong era"?
No. Not at all. In fact, I tend to find myself doing the opposite; whenever I hear someone say this, I snort and think, "Yeah, wait 'till you've lived without toilets and indoor plumbing for a few weeks, then we'll see how cool you think the Egyptian pyramids are."
But I love our era. I love our cities, that millions of people fit within a few miles, in crowds and masses and buildings that reach to the sky, in every color and language and creed; I love television and widespread literacy and books and newspapers; I love the internet, that it's perfectly normal to be able to know someone in every part of the world and have daily conversations with them, and its fascinating wealth of knowledge. I love that, for the first world at least, average lifespan is no longer fourty, that I'm not expected to have ten children, only half of whom will live through their first year. I love that corpses are not left to rot in the streets whenever a beggar starves to death. I'd hate to live anywhen else.
5. What are three material things you missed terribly while you were in Nevada this summer?
Electricity, public (or any type of readily available) transportation, and livejournal.
Electricity because it became such a sought-after commodity; the only time I could get it was when we driven down to the place we took our showers, so I was constantly obsessing about how much battery power I had left in my ipod (which I needed to fall asleep, because the wilderness? Surprising loud, what with the bugs and the elk and the owls and coyotes) and my cellphone (which I was using as an alarm clock).
Public transportation because within days it started to grate on my nerves that I was incapable of going anywhere without the accompaniment and agreement of multiple people. We only had two cars, and one of those was private, so traveling anywhere necessitated telling everyone where you were going, inviting them, waiting for them to get ready, establishing an agreed-upon return time, etc, etc, etc. I hate not being free to go where I want by myself.
Livejournal because... I'm not sure, really. You'd think it'd be a bed, or a shower with hot water, or a heating system. But all of those things I could manage without, while I found myself constantly writing posts in my head, and considering how I would phrase certain details, the way I would tell a story, how people might respond.
Rules:
1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ with the five questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed. And it just keeps going, and going, and going.
minakochan:1. What is one amusing story from your childhood that you find yourself sharing over and over?
When I was in second grade, about eight years old, I climbed up a tree to read a book. This seemed perfectly logical at the time, I swear. I ended up falling out backwards and breaking my right arm- though luckily not my neck, which I would have done if I'd been a foot higher in the tree- and spending the rest of the evening in the hospital, complaining bitchily about not being treated quickly enough and finishing my book, which was one of the Babysitter's Club. Hey, I was only 8.
This story comes up both whenever people mention what significant injuries they've received, and when I have to explain why I'm completely incapable of writing in cursive. Because, you see, it happened that exactly those months I had my right arm- and I'm right-handed- in a sling were the months it was taught to us. Whenever I need to sign something, I just make a squiggly line, because that's as close as I can remember.
It also explains why I'm wearing a white lace sling in my First Communion photo.
2. Answer honestly -- do you agree with the Constitution of the United States of America?
Hmmm. I suppose. It's not a thing I think much about, in daily life; the issues that tend to get people riled up are ones that hit closer to home: a local ban prohibiting smoking in bars, a DOMA, a war. The Constitution seems almost too basic and extraneous to disagree with.
I'm rather fond of most of the amendments though, particularly the first ten, the thirteenth, and the nineteenth.
3. A famous slasher goes on record as saying that Brigdh is her idol, and all of her work is patterned after yours. What is your response?
After the surprise that anything I write is coherent enough to be patterned after, I'd, uh, be surprised again. And happy. And possibly squee about it in a friends-locked post, where at least the only people who'd see me make a fool of myself would be ones who'd laugh with me, rather than at me.
4. Do you ever find yourself saying, "I was definitely born in the wrong era"?
No. Not at all. In fact, I tend to find myself doing the opposite; whenever I hear someone say this, I snort and think, "Yeah, wait 'till you've lived without toilets and indoor plumbing for a few weeks, then we'll see how cool you think the Egyptian pyramids are."
But I love our era. I love our cities, that millions of people fit within a few miles, in crowds and masses and buildings that reach to the sky, in every color and language and creed; I love television and widespread literacy and books and newspapers; I love the internet, that it's perfectly normal to be able to know someone in every part of the world and have daily conversations with them, and its fascinating wealth of knowledge. I love that, for the first world at least, average lifespan is no longer fourty, that I'm not expected to have ten children, only half of whom will live through their first year. I love that corpses are not left to rot in the streets whenever a beggar starves to death. I'd hate to live anywhen else.
5. What are three material things you missed terribly while you were in Nevada this summer?
Electricity, public (or any type of readily available) transportation, and livejournal.
Electricity because it became such a sought-after commodity; the only time I could get it was when we driven down to the place we took our showers, so I was constantly obsessing about how much battery power I had left in my ipod (which I needed to fall asleep, because the wilderness? Surprising loud, what with the bugs and the elk and the owls and coyotes) and my cellphone (which I was using as an alarm clock).
Public transportation because within days it started to grate on my nerves that I was incapable of going anywhere without the accompaniment and agreement of multiple people. We only had two cars, and one of those was private, so traveling anywhere necessitated telling everyone where you were going, inviting them, waiting for them to get ready, establishing an agreed-upon return time, etc, etc, etc. I hate not being free to go where I want by myself.
Livejournal because... I'm not sure, really. You'd think it'd be a bed, or a shower with hot water, or a heating system. But all of those things I could manage without, while I found myself constantly writing posts in my head, and considering how I would phrase certain details, the way I would tell a story, how people might respond.
Rules:
1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ with the five questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed. And it just keeps going, and going, and going.
