lonita - Plinky Answers

In defense of my vice:

2009-11-16T14:39:07-05:00

See, the sad thing is that I don't know that I've got one anymore - so there's nothing I can really defend, since I no longer smoke, I drink rarely, don't do drugs, and I'm not a whore.

There's always tea.

So, if that's my only vice, then I defend it by saying that a) it's delicious, b) it makes you feel good when you don't feel good, and c) it's got caffeine. Who can say no to caffeine?

One of my quirks: Singing

2009-06-24T03:13:43-05:00

Singing
It doesn't seem to matter what it is exactly, I'll sing along to it. I do try to curb it somewhat; but, apparently, it drives people dippy. I used to have a good singing voice, apparently, but I don't know anymore. I'm kind of afraid to open my mouth and find out.

Bathroom breaks
I drink a lot of teas, so I need to stop a lot more frequently than most folks seem to. That also probably drives people crazy. It's all right though, because a good stretch of the legs does wonders to help keep a healthy circulation.

Fidgeter
On the other hand, you can count on me for one good thing: I am not a fidgeter. I may do the odd unconscious thing now and then. Who doesn't? However, I don't tap, whistle, twiddle, twist, maim, fold, bend, spindle, mutilate, or otherwise.

I get by with a little help from ...

2009-06-16T04:42:25-05:00

Without it, without the Internet, I'd never have met the amazing people and friends that I've met; been given a forum for writing, creating, expressing; found opportunities to donate my time, and know myself; nor found employment.

But, at the root of it, it's always the people.

The people I've known over the years are what's made all this time spent on the other side of the screen worth it. I'm sad to see some of them have gone, but they've been wonderful with their time, and I am eternally grateful for everything they've given, done, and shared.

If you owned a store, what would you sell?

2009-06-16T04:02:05-05:00

This would have to be a combo deal: used bookstore and neat junk shop. That sort of comfortable eclecticism, that sort of random joy, appeals to me. We could sell art supplies too, odd furniture and clothing.

I'd like it to look and feel as far away from big box, corporate antisepticism as it possibly could. That's the sort of atmosphere that kills the joy of shopping and socialising, and makes people constipated.

Maybe there could be a room in the back or above, with fluffy couches and a big TV where we could watch movies once in a while. We could hang works by local artists on the walls; have readings and such; art nights where people get together in groups and make stuff - fun stuff. It would have to be next to a decent café that sold tea in huge mugs and was equally as comfortable; or, perhaps we could have a café attached.

'She Sells Sanctuary' needs to be blasted

2009-05-23T09:49:30-05:00

It is impossible, methinks, to listen to any of thse songs at a 'respecatable' volume. And that's the way it should be.

She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult

In The Evening by Led Zeppelin

Who Are You by The Who

Robert Mitchum will get my back

2009-05-11T04:57:40-05:00

Robert Mitchum
Oh come on, just look at him. Old Hollywood style badass. He could clear a room just by looking at it.

Mickey Rourke
Because I know he can fight.

Henry Rollins
Could also scare people just by looking at 'em.

Chuck Norris
Because you don't fuck with Chuck.

Merlin
Because he could turn your enemies into newts and eye of toad.

Patrick McGoohan
Also another guy who'd go a few rounds just as soon as look at you.

Yul Brynner
Relentless son of a bitch.

John Wayne
"Come on! Marquis of Queensbury rules!" ... "That's my steak, Valance."

My preferred writing medium

2009-05-11T04:35:08-05:00

Speaking for itself...

'Good Omens' will make you laugh like a lunatic

2009-03-21T14:12:37-05:00

Never in all my days have I read a book that made me laugh out loud quite so much. People on the tube in London must have thought I was lunatic I was laughing so hard at some points (although, we are talking about London, which seems to foster a certain brand of lunacy, so you'd think the'd be well used to it). Some of the jokes are funnier if you've been to England, because some of it's very British, but otherwise I'd say it's a good giggle for anyone who appreciates Pratchett's style of humour.

My trip from Hamilton, Ont. to Buffalo, NY

2009-02-13T14:42:21-05:00

I've never actually been on a long-distance roadtrip. Something I regret, but that's the way the cookie crumbles and all. So, while this is nowhere near long, it certainly is odd.

My friend Diane and I went to Buffalo (it's only about an hour's drive) to get a talking Stimpy doll. Us poor, unfortunate Canadian types were denied talking Stimpy dolls, so we had to cross the border to get one. Whilst there we amazed the lady at the lunch counter by asking for mayo to put on our hotdogs - a heretofore unheard thing, mehinks; and on the way back we amused the border guard, who took one look in the back seat of the car after asking us our purpose for visiting the US that way, and waved us on through without fanfare. I suspect he'd seen many talking Stimpy dolls before.

Buffalo is a land of weird wonder. On another roadtrip there to see a friend DJ at a club, Diane's car was broken into and her radio stolen. Nice criminals unhooked instead of cutting the wires, piled everything neatly in the front seat that they'd taken out of the glove box, and I believe they even folded up the blanket in the back seat.

My nickname

2009-02-10T05:40:43-05:00

I suppose this all depends on how one views or defines nicknames - are we, for instance, merely talking about the pet names that come from familiarity only, or do we include the nicknames we choose for ourselves on the Internet?

Most of my nicknames stem from my first name: Lo, Nita, Auntie Lolo (it's what happens when you know a young child - though I was a bit freaked out the other day when she called me by my name).
Pangea was the first nickname I chose on the Internet, and that was the supercontinent before the separation of the continents into what has now necessitated the science of plate tectonics.
charlie_brokentoaster, the name I have on MySpace (an account I pay little attention to anymore), was the name of my imaginary friend when I was little. I do not believe he was an actual toaster, as such.

Hint: A trip to Nowhere would be nice this Valentine's Day

2009-02-10T00:51:38-05:00

Nowhere
Honestly, I don't buy into the concept of celebrating Valentine's Day. Assuming for the moment that I was in love with someone, in a relationship, committed, one day out of the whole year to produce evidence of the above means not one damned thing. If I can't believe in the person all the time, then roses in the frigid bowels of winter aren't going to give me anymore peace of mind or anymore faith. True romantic feeling, passion, honey bunches of oats, are things that need constant work, input, effort. It's not anymore special of a day than any other, and if you can't celebrate your love for someone all the time, well...

In defense of my vice:

2009-02-05T00:03:44-05:00

Sometimes I think people mix vice with addiction. To me, vice is more of a choice, an option, a cheat, a sneak, something one does when no one is looking... an indulgence. An addiction is not a choice, it's an obligation, a monkey on your back.

So, do I have a vice? Sadly, no. There is no willing decadence in my life at the moment. Do I have an addiction? Hell yes, and that addiction is caffeine in a teacup. I know it's not much, but having quit smoking lo these many years since, it's all I've got.

If I drank more I could consider vodka cocktails my vice, but I don't like to drink alone, so that indulgence is out.

I'm open to any suggestions.

No gift too big, no gift too small, no gift too weird

2009-02-02T23:28:15-05:00

I've never quite figured this one out, and I never did ask, but... one Christmas, my last year of highschool I believe, two of my friends gave me a copy of The Joy of Sex II (which I only looked at once or twice, by the way). That's not the odd bit though... the odd bit is the baked potato they gave me with it. Uncooked. Still in the shiny foil wrapper from the grocery store.

I didn't regift it. I ate it.

If you pay me enough, I'll sing these songs at a karaoke bar

2009-02-02T23:08:35-05:00

Caravan of Love by Housemartins

The is the only song in my entire life that I've ever felt was in perfect pitch for me. My voice never cracked, I don't need to dance up and down between registers, and it's comfortalbe.

Ode to Joy by Beethoven / Schiller

The Song Is Over by The Who