Because I have nothing else to do right now

[badseed1980]

1. I lost a fingernail as a teenager. I was mowing an elderly neighbor's lawn and I had to re-start the mower. I tugged on the string, tugged again, got fed up, and gave a huge YANK. My fingernail caught on the head of a screw that was sticking out of the mower handle. I didn't even realize what had happened at first, but saw blood, so I went inside to wash my hands. When I did, the nail lifted from the bed, and I went, "Ew." It eventually grew back fine.

2. I do not know how to waltz. I'd like to. There's something so elegant about it, and so untrendy.

3. My first pet was a parakeet named Peeps. He was sky-blue and white and sat on my finger. One day we'd let him out of his cage to fly around the house (as we often did). My dad opened the door to the house to come in from the yard, and Peeps flew out as he came in. That was the end of that. I liked to pretend that he'd gone to live with this colony of...what the heck were they? Some sort of parakeet or parrot relative, that had formed a colony in the town where I lived. Don't ask me where they escaped from. Edit: they are monk parakeets!

4. I did not like onions until I was a teenager. Then, I tried that onion relish that they have in Indian restaurants--the bright red kind--and realized I loved it. From then on, I have adored onions and alliums of all types.

5. I think that men's hands are one of the most attractive things about them. I like them with longish fingers (but not too skinny) and large square palms. The only man I've ever seriously dated whose hands I thought were unattractive was the only one who I really had a hard time getting along with, and the only one with whom I'm not still friends. Oddly, he was a musician, and they usually have nice hands, but his were too skinny and girly. I once spent most of the time I was waiting in line for a concert staring at the hands of an attractive fellow concert-goer. Before the next concert I saw by that band, I MET the band, and had a hard time not staring at the lead singer's very lovely hands.

6. I get a huge kick out of turning people on to new ways of cooking and eating. I love sharing recipes or just brainstorming at them with some random ideas. It's one of the really fun things about cooking, or at least about knowing how to cook. It's why when I talk to quepid on Yahoo Messenger, the two of us often start going back and forth with food ideas for an hour or more until we're both hungry. :)


I do the opposite of chaos_current and tag no one. This is just a time-waster. Not everyone has time to waste.

Comments

[dbmyrrha.livejournal.com]

I love hands, too.

[cloakedrose.livejournal.com]

Those are all cool. Any way to explain what it is exactly that you like about hands? Or is it one of those inexplicable fetishes?

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

I guess part of it is that a good pair of hands speaks to me of capability. Although I know there isn't always a correlation, someone with good strong hands looks like someone who can do things and do them well. Nicely shaped, well-cared-for hands also look like they're capable of finer skills like art, music, etc. I like a balance of both. Also, I'm very much a tactile person, so I guess that a liking for the body's primary instruments of touch isn't unusual. And I think it's also just one of those inexplicable fetishes.

[cloakedrose.livejournal.com]

Good explanation. Made me think of my appreciation for woman's shoulders. On my LJ.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Yep, saw that. :)

[quepid.livejournal.com]

Your simply an endlessly fascinating person, whom happens to share a great many of my interests.

You're also my incredible gifted culinary partner in crime :)

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Aww. :) Yeah, I think that one day at some point in the future, we will have to find some opportunity to cook together. That would be a blast.

[scypres.livejournal.com]

I totally get the hand thing. My boyfriend (a musician) has the most incredible hands.