This is how you know you're me:
Aug. 7th, 2002 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynYou're born to an Irish/English/Scots/Italian family, and yet you're happier about getting tofu for lunch than you are about onion rings from Burger King.
You have no pictures of family or friends in your office, but you do have three puppet animals in Disaster Services vests and a photograph of a server room suffering a plague of frogs, plus one photograph of a pigeon on the Empire State Building looking at the Twin Towers. (Bonus me points if you remember not only that it was taken the second-to-last weekend of August 2001, but that the pigeon was trying to get away from the lunatic h00man who stuck her head out through the safety bars on floor 86 to get the picture.)
The only reason you didn't jump up and go 'ooo! Sure!' when asked to go into a poverty-stricken, high-crime urban area to deal with people at the scene of a three-alarm fire is because you forgot to put your workboots in the car this morning.
You open your trunk to check for a first-aid kit and not only find it, but slam the trunk shut immediately because you forgot to take your sword out and that bugger's as long as your arm.
You've got a full set of non-six-sided dice, a toothbrush, an archery glove, and a rolled-up tube of Tom's of Maine (With Fluoride) in your purse. No pictures of family members in your wallet, and your own photo ID, which is not issued by any governing body in the U.S., comes in three varieties: Neutral Expression, Happy Expression, and Bosnian War Criminal Expression. Bonus points if the purse is capable of carrying either the hardcover of book 4, or the paperbacks of books 1 through 3, of the Harry Potter series.
You don't drink Coke or Pepsi, but know three or more different places to buy espresso soda. And do so on a regular basis.
... that's about all that comes to mind at the moment, I've mostly been thinking about the sword incident. Must remember to unload the trunk whenI get home. I've only ever been asked to let law enforcement look in my trunk once, and that was November 12 of 2001, but no sense taking chances. (Even if the sword is a darn-dao made of wushu steel rather than anything sharp or otherwise combat-worthy.)
You have no pictures of family or friends in your office, but you do have three puppet animals in Disaster Services vests and a photograph of a server room suffering a plague of frogs, plus one photograph of a pigeon on the Empire State Building looking at the Twin Towers. (Bonus me points if you remember not only that it was taken the second-to-last weekend of August 2001, but that the pigeon was trying to get away from the lunatic h00man who stuck her head out through the safety bars on floor 86 to get the picture.)
The only reason you didn't jump up and go 'ooo! Sure!' when asked to go into a poverty-stricken, high-crime urban area to deal with people at the scene of a three-alarm fire is because you forgot to put your workboots in the car this morning.
You open your trunk to check for a first-aid kit and not only find it, but slam the trunk shut immediately because you forgot to take your sword out and that bugger's as long as your arm.
You've got a full set of non-six-sided dice, a toothbrush, an archery glove, and a rolled-up tube of Tom's of Maine (With Fluoride) in your purse. No pictures of family members in your wallet, and your own photo ID, which is not issued by any governing body in the U.S., comes in three varieties: Neutral Expression, Happy Expression, and Bosnian War Criminal Expression. Bonus points if the purse is capable of carrying either the hardcover of book 4, or the paperbacks of books 1 through 3, of the Harry Potter series.
You don't drink Coke or Pepsi, but know three or more different places to buy espresso soda. And do so on a regular basis.
... that's about all that comes to mind at the moment, I've mostly been thinking about the sword incident. Must remember to unload the trunk whenI get home. I've only ever been asked to let law enforcement look in my trunk once, and that was November 12 of 2001, but no sense taking chances. (Even if the sword is a darn-dao made of wushu steel rather than anything sharp or otherwise combat-worthy.)
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Date: 2002-08-07 02:50 pm (UTC)And I dunno if the sword's illegal. I just don't want to have to explain to a cop why I'm carrying it, since I'm not actually studying wushu.