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todayiamadaisy) wrote2008-05-20 10:57 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2008-05-20 10:57 pm
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Seven things you've never wondered about me
A few people on the f-list have been doing that meme about personal quirks, so I thought, well, there's a few new arrivals here, perhaps I should do it too. So here we go:
Glow-in-the-dark things
I love glow-in-the-dark things. For my confirmation, I was given a glow-in-the-dark shrine of Lourdes. Every bedroom I've ever had has had glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. My new alarm clock has glow-in-the-dark numbers. I'd like a glow-in-the-dark stripe painted along the walls of my house as a guide for walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Or, or glow-in-the-dark walls! How much electricity would that save at night?
Toast
I have very specific rules about the toasting and eating of, er, toast. It begins with choosing and placing the slice of bread in the toaster: the bread must have a "fluffy" side, which must be placed so it faces the outside of the two-slot toaster. While it's toasting, the knife must be prepared with the butter (or alternative spread), so that when the toast reaches optimum toasticity (a light tan, slightly bready, toast), it can be buttered as soon as it pops up; no delays at all. If more than one slice has been toasted... well, I think you get the picture. There are rules about which slice should be buttered first and which slice should be eaten first and how long it should be left to sit (until it goes cold, which seems to be quite controversial) and how to eat (around the slice, leaving the tastiest-looking part till last). People - people who are otherwise quite fond of me, even - find this routine both odd and annoying. It's probably quite obvious that I would never eat toast made by anyone else.
Jelly snakes
If offered a snake, I will always choose a yellow one (or green, if no yellow is available).
Othello
In Year Seven, my friend Alison and I spent many a lunch hour in the library playing the board game Othello (yes, we were just that cool). I lost most of our games. Perhaps Alison was some sort of Othello genius, but mostly it was because I am a phenomenally bad Othello player.
I was, however, a much better Hamlet player.
Pointy pens
I love a pointy pen nib; the pointier the better.
Charts of accounts
Something I enjoy about being an accountant is the chart of accounts. For non-data-loving types, that's the list of categories that transactions get sorted into to create financial reports. Good charts of accounts are beautiful, orderly classifications tailored to a specific business. I refer to my print out of my work's chart of accounts regularly; looking at it always gives me a (very small) thrill. Some accounts, such as 2-4288: Telecommunications, get used regularly. Others, like 2-4244: Fire, Flood & Natural Disaster Damage, never get used. I mean, I hope I never have to use them, but I would be a little bit excited if I did.
Clarinet reeds
When I play the clarinet, I prefer a number three reed. (Although since I haven't played for a while, I'd have to start with a one-and-a-half to warm up.)
Glow-in-the-dark things
I love glow-in-the-dark things. For my confirmation, I was given a glow-in-the-dark shrine of Lourdes. Every bedroom I've ever had has had glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. My new alarm clock has glow-in-the-dark numbers. I'd like a glow-in-the-dark stripe painted along the walls of my house as a guide for walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Or, or glow-in-the-dark walls! How much electricity would that save at night?
Toast
I have very specific rules about the toasting and eating of, er, toast. It begins with choosing and placing the slice of bread in the toaster: the bread must have a "fluffy" side, which must be placed so it faces the outside of the two-slot toaster. While it's toasting, the knife must be prepared with the butter (or alternative spread), so that when the toast reaches optimum toasticity (a light tan, slightly bready, toast), it can be buttered as soon as it pops up; no delays at all. If more than one slice has been toasted... well, I think you get the picture. There are rules about which slice should be buttered first and which slice should be eaten first and how long it should be left to sit (until it goes cold, which seems to be quite controversial) and how to eat (around the slice, leaving the tastiest-looking part till last). People - people who are otherwise quite fond of me, even - find this routine both odd and annoying. It's probably quite obvious that I would never eat toast made by anyone else.
Jelly snakes
If offered a snake, I will always choose a yellow one (or green, if no yellow is available).
Othello
In Year Seven, my friend Alison and I spent many a lunch hour in the library playing the board game Othello (yes, we were just that cool). I lost most of our games. Perhaps Alison was some sort of Othello genius, but mostly it was because I am a phenomenally bad Othello player.
I was, however, a much better Hamlet player.
Pointy pens
I love a pointy pen nib; the pointier the better.
Charts of accounts
Something I enjoy about being an accountant is the chart of accounts. For non-data-loving types, that's the list of categories that transactions get sorted into to create financial reports. Good charts of accounts are beautiful, orderly classifications tailored to a specific business. I refer to my print out of my work's chart of accounts regularly; looking at it always gives me a (very small) thrill. Some accounts, such as 2-4288: Telecommunications, get used regularly. Others, like 2-4244: Fire, Flood & Natural Disaster Damage, never get used. I mean, I hope I never have to use them, but I would be a little bit excited if I did.
Clarinet reeds
When I play the clarinet, I prefer a number three reed. (Although since I haven't played for a while, I'd have to start with a one-and-a-half to warm up.)