greyfavorite - Plinky Answers

I'd rather see than be seen.

2010-01-18T15:48:10-06:00

I'd rather see than be seen, just like I'd rather be the king-maker than the king. It pretty much boils down to a deep compulsion for information, analysis, and planning. When I know I'm being watched, my brain feels very constricted to its focus on output. For me input is more freeing, more stimulating, and ultimately more rewarding.

Diet Coke wakes me up in the morning... to start

2009-10-19T19:46:31-06:00

My daily caffeination ritual is complex. Every day starts with cold caffeine: Diet Coke with breakfast. On days i need an extra kick, I then layer in the hot caffeine: usually a mocha from Starbucks. Oh, okay-- a triple shot grande non-fat no whip mocha. What? They totally don't mind special orders. They encourage them!

Hope springs eternal

2009-09-14T21:25:50-06:00

If I were drafted into the military but could pick my branch, I'd pick the Air Force.

Just, you know, in case Stargate is real.

Doesn't everyone have a specific song for each stage of grief?

2009-03-14T20:04:37-06:00

I will bury you in time. by Jeff Mangum

These three songs are good post break-up songs because sometimes you're hopeful you'll get through it...

Gone for Good. by The Shins

... and sometimes you're elated you're through it...

Happy with Myself? by Over the Rhine

... and sometimes you're in in complete denial there's anything to go through at all.

I have no desire to be one, but I can't quit the New Yorker.

2009-02-14T18:49:02-06:00

the New Yorker
I first fell in love with the New Yorker when I was 12 or 13. At that age, the subscription was my parents', not mine, but I loved puzzling over the cartoons. Later on it was all about the poetry; my fridge is still littered with yellowing scraps I've torn out and saved over the years. Later still it was the fiction that compelled me most; I'd open each week's issue excited to see whose short story I got to read that week. And most recently, it's the reporting and essays that I love most. How do we fix light pollution? What's in an epiphany? It's not really news, but these are questions I'd much have answered than the fear-mongering questions posed on the average local news show.

the mid-nineties, when being geeky was not yet cool

2009-02-05T10:40:40-06:00

I first became aware of the internet in fall of 1995, which is when I started college. If memory serves there was very little on it, and I definitely didn't get all the fuss. I don't recall the exact moment of transition, but I know that by fall of 1999., which is when I started my first full time job, I was hooked. And I couldn't remember life any other way. How DID we get around before online mapping services?

America needs Me

2009-02-03T20:21:04-06:00

Me
What would I bring to a Dream Team presidential cabinet? My fat ass and an unabiding, unadulterated sense of hubris for being picked, if you want the truth. Fortunately for America, I know this of myself and will spare you the agony.

Karaoke evolution of emotion.

2009-02-03T06:26:50-06:00

We Got the Beat by The Go-Gos

I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor

Shadowboxer by Fiona Apple

Why I gave up on "Moby Dick"

2009-01-31T15:41:26-06:00

I stopped because I just couldn't take Ahab's insanity nor Ishmael's passivity anymore. However, I got through the racist on-land scenes, and I got through the disgusting whale dissection details. I even got through the whole bit where we are told that "a whale has no face" and God has no face therefore the whale is God . So I'm still chalking this one up as a read.

If I were a superhero, I would certainly not wear tights

2009-01-27T21:58:36-06:00

In college a friend and I created a story where she and I were anti-hero super heros. My character, imaginatively named Short Fat Girl, wore pj pants and tank tops while sitting around reading, drinking coke, and eating cheetos. Her greatest power? Sloth.

When I realized I was a grown-up

2009-01-24T19:45:24-06:00

For me, the crystallization came when my father had to undergo heart bypass surgery and couldn't live alone during his recovery. I was 27, and I'd already graduated from college, earned two serious promotions, had a committed monogamous co-habitational relationship, and bought my first home. But none of those things affected me as much as realizing that a parent's life literally depended on me.

Why my hip-hop posse would include Fake Hugh Jackman

2009-01-23T22:22:49-06:00

Fake Hugh Jackman
Eye candy, yo. Plus he's wicked funny: http://twitter.com/hugh_jackman

Dr. Horrible
Um, DUH. He has a PEE AITCH DEE in Horrible-ness!

In defense of my vice: hair twirl

2009-01-23T22:04:43-06:00

. . .

I twist my hair. Started as a kid when I was recovering from lung reconstruction surgery. For six days in the hospital, I was too weak to shower. But I was well enough to be bored to tears. Not being able to wash my hair really bugged me, so I kept fidgeting with my locks. By the end of the summer, I was fully recovered and fully addicting to playing with my hair.

This vice is almost wholly innocuous. The only side effects are that I occasionally annoy others with my more frantic twists or mislead them into thinking I'm flirting with my more gentle twists. Otherwise, the vice is free, not harmful to my body, and not disruptive of my life.

When I get home, I put on pajamas

2009-01-23T22:00:49-06:00

Home = sanctuary. Can't be comfy if sleep isn't an easy option.