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LAYER ONE:
-- Name: It's not listed in my LJ. You don't get it either. Sorry, dudes.
-- Birth date: May, 1974.
-- Birthplace: New York City.
-- Current Location: Fairfield, NJ, alongside US Highway 46.
-- Eye Color: Brown.
-- Hair Color: Um. I say dark brown. Mom says black.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mountainspeak says black. I think I'm looking in a different mirror from them.
-- Height: 5'9" to 5'10", depending on how straight I’m standing- I'm pretty good at stretching my back, so if I do full military attention it adds a bit to my height.
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty, not for lack of trying.
-- Zodiac Sign: Wood Tiger. Look, I despise astrology, but I figure I only get so many 'this is a stupid question' options on this and I don't want to use them up early. Never mind the 'you are a wonderful leader' personality analysis crap. Anyone can say that at random in any zodiac sign and get 'oh, that's so true, i really am!'. It's the negatives for any given sign that make me more likely to pay attention. I figure the negatives generally associated with wood-cycle Tiger personalities are closer to my own negatives than the negatives listed in Western horoscope books for Taurus babies, so that makes the Tiger one closer to accurate. If astrology can ever be anything like accurate, anyway.
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Italian-American, mostly - Mom's side of the family has had more influence on me culturally than Dad's, and Mom's parents were the first of their family born in this country, so.
-- The shoes you wore today: Um. Mossimo flip-flops, a gift from my sister. Not really shoes, but.
-- Your weakness: Procrastinating.
-- Your fears: Inadequacy. Failure to notice something that needed doing. Getting into a situation I can't get out of. Sam Neill popping up in the dark with his eyeballs in his hands and yelling at me in Latin. I really didn't sleep well after Event Horizon, okay?
-- Your perfect pizza: A garlic pie - no tomato sauce. It has to be made from scratch, as the dough they sell frozen at the bakery has an odd texture. The dough is made with honey and olive oil and kneaded by hand. Then it's allowed to rise for half an hour while the stove heats up to 500 degrees, so that the stone can get nice and hot. It's then stretched out to a reasonably round shape and rubbed down with olive oil. Chopped fresh garlic, or chopped garlic from a jar, gets sprinkled over it; so does grated Pecorino Romano cheese and some oregano. There must be cheese, but not mozzarella; no, the cheese should be something like feta, or ricotta insalata, or possibly a decent goat cheese or even Halloumi sheep cheese, which does not melt easily. This should be crumbled and distributed evenly over the surface of the pizza. It would not hurt to add some pesto here and there - real pesto, made from basil and cheese and nuts and oil. Then a little black pepper should be ground over the pizza in a light dusting, and the pie should be slid onto the stone and baked for ten to fifteen minutes (check at ten, be ready to pull out at twelve). I would not object to a little anchovy paste but the actual fish are a bit off-putting texture-wise.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Learning everything that interests me. Living a life of helping people while doing so.
LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: N/A. I don't much use AIM, and even ICQ isn't a source of overused phrases.
-- Your thoughts first waking up: I don't have words when I first wake up. There's something on the order of 'grab clock, turn off', but that's it.
-- Your best physical feature: Um. I've had praise for a few of these in the past. Usually it has to do with my legs.
-- Your bedtime: Too late to be healthy. The perils of friends in different time zones.
-- Your most missed memory: Look, if I knew what it was, it wouldn't be missed, now would it?
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke, but it's still skanky.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King, but again, still skanky. Fast Food Nation. brr.
-- Single or group dates: Never been on a group date. Wouldn't know.
-- Adidas or Nike: Don’t care. They both exploit their workers horribly.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Meh.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate if it's ice cream. Vanilla if we're talking extracts. I have yet to find a good chocolate extract.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino, usually. I'm not big on coffee but you can dope cappuccino up with a hell of a lot of sugar and the extra milk takes the worst of the coffee-bean bitterness off.
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Ew. Never.
-- Cuss: More, sadly, than I ought. I'm trying to keep it to Lapine where I can.
-- Sing: Not well, and usually in private.
-- Take a shower everyday: Yeah.
-- Have a crush(es): Not at the moment.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Oh yeah.
-- Want to go to college: I want my Ph. D. eventually. I want the floppy hat and the funky robes.
-- Like(d) high school: Yeah.
-- Want to get married: Yes.
-- Believe in yourself: Mostly.
-- Get motion sickness: Haven't in years.
-- Think you're attractive: The occasional external evidence would appear to indicate this.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Yes, but I want to move out as soon as I can.
-- Like thunderstorms: Ohhh, yeah.
-- Play an instrument: Used to play the piano, took flute for a while in grade school, took some violin lessons a while back.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: No. I've been the designated driver since I was six. I'm not even sure I took the wine the last time I went to a Catholic Mass.
-- Smoked: Never!
-- Done a drug: I think I took a sinus med a while back, but otherwise the only drug on the roster has been caffeine.
-- Made Out: No.
-- Gone on a date: No.
-- Gone to the mall?: Yeah.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
-- Eaten sushi: Not in the past month.
-- Been dumped: No.
-- Gone skating: Yup.
-- Made homemade cookies: Not in the past month. I did make a pretty damn good fallen chocolate cake, though.
-- Gone skinny dipping: No.
-- Dyed your hair: Not in a few years, actually.
-- Stolen anything: Does loose change count?
LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: No.
-- If so, was it mixed company: N/A
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: In college, when I was on the College Bowl team, I did not trust my reflexes to ring in quickly enough. So before tournament matches, I would drink a great deal of iced tea and eat many mini-Peppermint Patties, then hook my Walkman up and listen to the Imperial March repeatedly. This did wonders for my reflexes but eventually resulted in some interesting 'here comes the insulin' crashes afterwards. This is as close as I get to drunk or stoned.
-- Been caught "doing something": Using the office internet for personal purposes, maybe.
-- Been called a tease: No.
-- Gotten beaten up: No.
-- Shoplifted: No.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Changed, no, hidden, yes.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: I never set a date for this.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: I don't think I could handle more than two kids. Names can wait. Chickens, not hatched, etc.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: I never bothered dreaming about a wedding. I'm not much of a girl, I s'pose.
-- Where you want to go to college: Somewhere with a good economics program and really impressive robes for the doctoral candidates.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A Red Cross Disaster Services worker would be really nice. So would a Nobel prize winner.
-- What country would you most like to visit: China.
LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color?: Not fussy.
-- Best hair color?: Not fussy.
-- Short or long hair: Well cared for is more important.
-- height: Anywhere from a head shorter than me to a head taller. I would rather not have to use a stepstool.
-- Best weight: As long as they take care of themselves and are healthy enough not to be in danger, I don't care whether they're under, over, or ideal-weight.
-- Best articles of clothing: Okay, now we're just getting stupid.
-- Best first date location: Um. I don't know that I ever put any thought into this.
-- Best first kiss location: On the lips, I should think. No, I never thought about where this should be done geographically, either.
LAYER TEN:
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Three or four, maybe more.
-- Number of CDs that I own: ~100
-- Number of piercings: Two. One per earlobe. I often wish I could close them back up.
-- Number of tattoos: None, and the only way I'll get one is if I get sent into a war zone or somewhere similar - I'd like my basic medical info tattooed on my shoulder somewhere, so that I don't have to be conscious or in possession of anything in particular for the hospital to figure out what they're dealing with.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Hm. Several times on the letters page of the Newark Star Ledger. A few times in the town paper. A few times in the campus newspaper. Once in USA Today in an article on the newsgroup alt.barney.dinosaur.die.die.die.
-- Number of scars on my body: Leaving aside acne, there's. . . let's see. One on my knuckle from a scrape. One on my left index finger from an X-acto accident while building a model plane. That's pretty much it.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Honey, how am I supposed to put a number on these? There are regrets minor, and regrets major; I don't keep a count of the regrets major, and if you expect me to count things like regretting I didn't have more latte mix on hand this morning, you're quite mad.
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: It's not listed in my LJ. You don't get it either. Sorry, dudes.
-- Birth date: May, 1974.
-- Birthplace: New York City.
-- Current Location: Fairfield, NJ, alongside US Highway 46.
-- Eye Color: Brown.
-- Hair Color: Um. I say dark brown. Mom says black.
mountainspeak says black. I think I'm looking in a different mirror from them.-- Height: 5'9" to 5'10", depending on how straight I’m standing- I'm pretty good at stretching my back, so if I do full military attention it adds a bit to my height.
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty, not for lack of trying.
-- Zodiac Sign: Wood Tiger. Look, I despise astrology, but I figure I only get so many 'this is a stupid question' options on this and I don't want to use them up early. Never mind the 'you are a wonderful leader' personality analysis crap. Anyone can say that at random in any zodiac sign and get 'oh, that's so true, i really am!'. It's the negatives for any given sign that make me more likely to pay attention. I figure the negatives generally associated with wood-cycle Tiger personalities are closer to my own negatives than the negatives listed in Western horoscope books for Taurus babies, so that makes the Tiger one closer to accurate. If astrology can ever be anything like accurate, anyway.
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Italian-American, mostly - Mom's side of the family has had more influence on me culturally than Dad's, and Mom's parents were the first of their family born in this country, so.
-- The shoes you wore today: Um. Mossimo flip-flops, a gift from my sister. Not really shoes, but.
-- Your weakness: Procrastinating.
-- Your fears: Inadequacy. Failure to notice something that needed doing. Getting into a situation I can't get out of. Sam Neill popping up in the dark with his eyeballs in his hands and yelling at me in Latin. I really didn't sleep well after Event Horizon, okay?
-- Your perfect pizza: A garlic pie - no tomato sauce. It has to be made from scratch, as the dough they sell frozen at the bakery has an odd texture. The dough is made with honey and olive oil and kneaded by hand. Then it's allowed to rise for half an hour while the stove heats up to 500 degrees, so that the stone can get nice and hot. It's then stretched out to a reasonably round shape and rubbed down with olive oil. Chopped fresh garlic, or chopped garlic from a jar, gets sprinkled over it; so does grated Pecorino Romano cheese and some oregano. There must be cheese, but not mozzarella; no, the cheese should be something like feta, or ricotta insalata, or possibly a decent goat cheese or even Halloumi sheep cheese, which does not melt easily. This should be crumbled and distributed evenly over the surface of the pizza. It would not hurt to add some pesto here and there - real pesto, made from basil and cheese and nuts and oil. Then a little black pepper should be ground over the pizza in a light dusting, and the pie should be slid onto the stone and baked for ten to fifteen minutes (check at ten, be ready to pull out at twelve). I would not object to a little anchovy paste but the actual fish are a bit off-putting texture-wise.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Learning everything that interests me. Living a life of helping people while doing so.
LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: N/A. I don't much use AIM, and even ICQ isn't a source of overused phrases.
-- Your thoughts first waking up: I don't have words when I first wake up. There's something on the order of 'grab clock, turn off', but that's it.
-- Your best physical feature: Um. I've had praise for a few of these in the past. Usually it has to do with my legs.
-- Your bedtime: Too late to be healthy. The perils of friends in different time zones.
-- Your most missed memory: Look, if I knew what it was, it wouldn't be missed, now would it?
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke, but it's still skanky.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King, but again, still skanky. Fast Food Nation. brr.
-- Single or group dates: Never been on a group date. Wouldn't know.
-- Adidas or Nike: Don’t care. They both exploit their workers horribly.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Meh.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate if it's ice cream. Vanilla if we're talking extracts. I have yet to find a good chocolate extract.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino, usually. I'm not big on coffee but you can dope cappuccino up with a hell of a lot of sugar and the extra milk takes the worst of the coffee-bean bitterness off.
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Ew. Never.
-- Cuss: More, sadly, than I ought. I'm trying to keep it to Lapine where I can.
-- Sing: Not well, and usually in private.
-- Take a shower everyday: Yeah.
-- Have a crush(es): Not at the moment.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Oh yeah.
-- Want to go to college: I want my Ph. D. eventually. I want the floppy hat and the funky robes.
-- Like(d) high school: Yeah.
-- Want to get married: Yes.
-- Believe in yourself: Mostly.
-- Get motion sickness: Haven't in years.
-- Think you're attractive: The occasional external evidence would appear to indicate this.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Yes, but I want to move out as soon as I can.
-- Like thunderstorms: Ohhh, yeah.
-- Play an instrument: Used to play the piano, took flute for a while in grade school, took some violin lessons a while back.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: No. I've been the designated driver since I was six. I'm not even sure I took the wine the last time I went to a Catholic Mass.
-- Smoked: Never!
-- Done a drug: I think I took a sinus med a while back, but otherwise the only drug on the roster has been caffeine.
-- Made Out: No.
-- Gone on a date: No.
-- Gone to the mall?: Yeah.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
-- Eaten sushi: Not in the past month.
-- Been dumped: No.
-- Gone skating: Yup.
-- Made homemade cookies: Not in the past month. I did make a pretty damn good fallen chocolate cake, though.
-- Gone skinny dipping: No.
-- Dyed your hair: Not in a few years, actually.
-- Stolen anything: Does loose change count?
LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: No.
-- If so, was it mixed company: N/A
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: In college, when I was on the College Bowl team, I did not trust my reflexes to ring in quickly enough. So before tournament matches, I would drink a great deal of iced tea and eat many mini-Peppermint Patties, then hook my Walkman up and listen to the Imperial March repeatedly. This did wonders for my reflexes but eventually resulted in some interesting 'here comes the insulin' crashes afterwards. This is as close as I get to drunk or stoned.
-- Been caught "doing something": Using the office internet for personal purposes, maybe.
-- Been called a tease: No.
-- Gotten beaten up: No.
-- Shoplifted: No.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Changed, no, hidden, yes.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: I never set a date for this.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: I don't think I could handle more than two kids. Names can wait. Chickens, not hatched, etc.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: I never bothered dreaming about a wedding. I'm not much of a girl, I s'pose.
-- Where you want to go to college: Somewhere with a good economics program and really impressive robes for the doctoral candidates.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A Red Cross Disaster Services worker would be really nice. So would a Nobel prize winner.
-- What country would you most like to visit: China.
LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color?: Not fussy.
-- Best hair color?: Not fussy.
-- Short or long hair: Well cared for is more important.
-- height: Anywhere from a head shorter than me to a head taller. I would rather not have to use a stepstool.
-- Best weight: As long as they take care of themselves and are healthy enough not to be in danger, I don't care whether they're under, over, or ideal-weight.
-- Best articles of clothing: Okay, now we're just getting stupid.
-- Best first date location: Um. I don't know that I ever put any thought into this.
-- Best first kiss location: On the lips, I should think. No, I never thought about where this should be done geographically, either.
LAYER TEN:
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Three or four, maybe more.
-- Number of CDs that I own: ~100
-- Number of piercings: Two. One per earlobe. I often wish I could close them back up.
-- Number of tattoos: None, and the only way I'll get one is if I get sent into a war zone or somewhere similar - I'd like my basic medical info tattooed on my shoulder somewhere, so that I don't have to be conscious or in possession of anything in particular for the hospital to figure out what they're dealing with.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Hm. Several times on the letters page of the Newark Star Ledger. A few times in the town paper. A few times in the campus newspaper. Once in USA Today in an article on the newsgroup alt.barney.dinosaur.die.die.die.
-- Number of scars on my body: Leaving aside acne, there's. . . let's see. One on my knuckle from a scrape. One on my left index finger from an X-acto accident while building a model plane. That's pretty much it.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Honey, how am I supposed to put a number on these? There are regrets minor, and regrets major; I don't keep a count of the regrets major, and if you expect me to count things like regretting I didn't have more latte mix on hand this morning, you're quite mad.
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