interest meme
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jesshelga
Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along.
1. British Cadbury
Like everyone else I knew, when I was young, at Easter, I was exposed to Cadbury creme eggs. I immediately hated them. They were too syrupy and too sweet and awful and I would never willingly eat one. Then I went to Northern Ireland for a semester in college, and before that I had tried some of the Cadbury bars made in America, and they were all right, but they were made by Hershey's and so they were actually... like another Hershey bar. And I've never been fond of straight Hershey bars.
British Cadbury bars are an entirely different experience. They are so rich and creamy and awesome and... perfect. Fruit and Nut bars? Awesome. Cadbury Flake cakes? I can totally see American restaurants trying to pass those off as a posh dessert, and getting away with it.
So, now, when I pass the Cadbury displays in most grocery stores, I can only feel sad, because they are nowhere near the wonder of real British Cadbury.
2. Criminal Intent
When Law & Order: Criminal Intent first premiered, I watched a few episodes. At the time I was also watching Original Flavor in reruns on TNT, and Special Victims Unit, before it went off the rails into crazy-town (and mostly because I was waiting for Olivia and Elliot to have angsty conflicted sex). I wasn't watching SVU for the nutty sex crimes; I was watching it because I liked the detectives. I caught CI every now and then, but I really started consistently watching around the end of season 3. I didn't like Bishop when Eames was on maternity leave, although I love how much Goren obviously misses Eames in those eps. During season 5 I didn't really care for the Logan/Barek eps, except In the Wee Small Hours, which is friggin' awesome and so dramatic (and oddly enough one of the reasons I like Frank Sinatra), but when I watch in reruns, I like them. I don't like Wheeler that much, so I've been skipping Logan eps again, and I watched a few with Falacci. I have two seasons of Criminal Intent on DVD even though I will also watch it anytime I see it on USA or Bravo or NBC, and I'm more likely to watch a Logan episode in rerun than during its first airing. I don't watch SVU or Original Flavor anymore, but I make sure I'm home when new Goren/Eames eps air.
I'll be shocked as hell if Goren and Eames actually acknowledge a romantic relationship on the show. That having been said, I really love reading fanfic with them together. While I'm watching the show, even him getting her coffee or touching her elbow is enough for me.
3. My fighting nun
My college roommate first saw one of these in a store which was not entirely unlike Spencer's Gifts, and we adored it. She bought it for me. Now I keep it at work, in my office. When I was last annoyed at someone under my supervision, I fantasized about walking into his office while he was wearing headphones and having her punch him in the back of the head. "No one will ever believe him, if he tells," I rationalized. "He'd say 'She punched me in the back of the head with a nun puppet,' and that sounds so wildly implausible."
Now I fantasize about bringing her to class to gesture threateningly at my students.
4. Nancy/Ned
I read my first Nancy Drew Mystery Story at the age of eight. I quickly read every book in the series, or at least the ones carried by the local library. Before I knew what 'shipping was, I 'shipped them. Ned was always there for Nancy, never complaining, sometimes stealing a kiss or two, and when I was eight, he was perfect. Then I started reading the Nancy Drew Files and she cheated on him every other book, but they almost always stayed together. I started writing fanfic before I had any idea what fanfic was, because I wanted them to be married so that she'd stop cheating on him. Then I found fanfic, and then I found out that the online Nancy Drew fanfic writing community seemed to prefer Nancy with Frank Hardy, and that broke my heart. No one seemed to be writing Nancy/Ned.
Except me.
I had to poke around for a while, but I did eventually find some other Nancy/Ned writers, and then I worked up the courage to post my own, and here we are. They are my OTP. I will always, always ship them, always, they are my favorite, my lj-name is what Nancy's would be if they were hitched, and my dearest, fondest wish is that someone will write a canon volume where they're married.
Other than Chelsea Cain's farce. Which I abhorred.
5. Old-School Nintendo
In 1991, I asked for a Nintendo for Christmas. Almost all my friends had one, and my favorite game ever was Duck Hunt. It was fascinating. I wanted that game. I wanted to be Mario with a cat-tail. I wanted to spit fire and be Zelda hacking at trees.
When my parents went Christmas shopping that year, however, they picked out a Super Nintendo, which had been introduced a few months earlier. (So they at least got that part right.)
I opened it on Christmas morning and was immediately "... oh." I was happy, because it was a Nintendo, but disappointed, because it wasn't the Nintendo. But I fell in love with Super Mario World, and F-Zero, and Super Castlevania IV, and all the awesome games I had for it, and then Super Mario All-Stars came out so I could play those earlier Mario games, except Duck Hunt, dammit.
My parents bought me a Nintendo 64, too, when those came out. I bought myself a GameCube. My parents managed to find me a Wii the Christmas it came out. I bought myself a GameBoy Advance SP. And I have a PlayStation One, but only because I like Tekken 3 and the system was dirt cheap.
The thing is... I have three Nintendo systems hooked up right now. The Wii, of course; the GameCube, because I can play Animal Crossing on it, in my bedroom; and the Super Nintendo. I still have it and it still works. I can almost play the opening levels of Super Mario World with my eyes closed.
I still want that damn Nintendo Entertainment System, though.
6. Playmobil
When I was around eleven years old, my family took a trip to Disney World, and while we were in Florida my sister was given a mini Playmobil set. It included maybe four kids and a slide, and some other toys. I was immediately fascinated. We played with it for hours.
My dream, when I actually have a house and space to do it, is to buy the Playmobil Victorian Dollhouse, and set it up.
When I go to stores, I have to stop myself from buying Playmobil figures. I have a pirate scene set up right now in my office, with Playmobil figures. I have the Playmobil nativity. They're just so damn intricate and detailed and... perfect.
7. utterly insane romance novels
A. When I was at the midnight Harry Potter release party with a friend, while we wasted time waiting, I wondered aloud, "You know, I'd love to read a historical romance novel right now." A woman I had never seen before or will again overheard me and suggested that I read the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon. So I did. Wildly implausible? Yes. Utterly engrossing? Yes. I burned through them. What appealed to me most was that they weren't straight bodice-ripping lusty passionate limbs aflail books.
B. My mother, who is a voracious reader of mystery novels (as am I), has two sisters, both of whom are voracious readers of romance novels.
While I was still trying to find all the Outlander books to read (the local libraries seemed to carry only the first and last book in the series), my mother happened to mention it to her sisters, in the hopes that maybe one of them had read them and could pass one or two on to me. However, one of my aunts, misunderstanding "I'm reading the Outlander Scottish historical romance series" to mean "I enjoy non-American historical romance," sent me a big ol' box of historical romance novels, all reeking of cigarette smoke (she smokes like a chimney). I laughed and put them on a shelf, a little bit intrigued, but not in any hurry to read them, since by then I'd finished the Outlander books and she hadn't actually sent me any other Gabaldons.
When I was packing for a trip to Chicago, I thought, "Why not, she doesn't want them back and they're romance novels so I won't care if I lose or otherwise destroy them," so I packed four or five.
I first made it through a Nora Roberts, and then... then, I decided, to hell with it; if I was to read a romance novel, especially in public, why not read the hot pink one.
Reasons this book is cracktastic (spoiler ahoy):
-Confirmed heartless bachelor Luke meets girl-with-tragic-past Anna and decides, within three days of knowing her, to ask for her hand.
-She says yes, while fretting that she can't actually have or be happy with a husband, but hell, why not.
-They are married, after having known each other a total of six days.
-She's not a virgin when they consummate the marriage... except that she is. Why, pray tell? Because THIS CRAZY OLDER GUY BOUGHT HER FATHER'S GAMBLING DEBTS, CONVINCED ANNA THAT SHE WAS A MURDERER AND A THIEF, AND THEN HAD SOME MINIONS HOLD HER DOWN AND MANUALLY REMOVE HER HYMEN SO ANY MAN WOULD THINK SHE WAS DAMAGED GOODS AND WOULDN'T MARRY HER. As in, before Anna married Luke.
-Honestly, do I need any more reasons?
I was, in turns, highly amused and horrified. (I lent it to a friend, otherwise I would take this opportunity to quote passages.) So now, I'm buying more Balogh novels, because I want to see if she tops herself. Although it might give me an aneurism... I'll take that risk.
jesshelgaComment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along.
1. British Cadbury
Like everyone else I knew, when I was young, at Easter, I was exposed to Cadbury creme eggs. I immediately hated them. They were too syrupy and too sweet and awful and I would never willingly eat one. Then I went to Northern Ireland for a semester in college, and before that I had tried some of the Cadbury bars made in America, and they were all right, but they were made by Hershey's and so they were actually... like another Hershey bar. And I've never been fond of straight Hershey bars.
British Cadbury bars are an entirely different experience. They are so rich and creamy and awesome and... perfect. Fruit and Nut bars? Awesome. Cadbury Flake cakes? I can totally see American restaurants trying to pass those off as a posh dessert, and getting away with it.
So, now, when I pass the Cadbury displays in most grocery stores, I can only feel sad, because they are nowhere near the wonder of real British Cadbury.
2. Criminal Intent
When Law & Order: Criminal Intent first premiered, I watched a few episodes. At the time I was also watching Original Flavor in reruns on TNT, and Special Victims Unit, before it went off the rails into crazy-town (and mostly because I was waiting for Olivia and Elliot to have angsty conflicted sex). I wasn't watching SVU for the nutty sex crimes; I was watching it because I liked the detectives. I caught CI every now and then, but I really started consistently watching around the end of season 3. I didn't like Bishop when Eames was on maternity leave, although I love how much Goren obviously misses Eames in those eps. During season 5 I didn't really care for the Logan/Barek eps, except In the Wee Small Hours, which is friggin' awesome and so dramatic (and oddly enough one of the reasons I like Frank Sinatra), but when I watch in reruns, I like them. I don't like Wheeler that much, so I've been skipping Logan eps again, and I watched a few with Falacci. I have two seasons of Criminal Intent on DVD even though I will also watch it anytime I see it on USA or Bravo or NBC, and I'm more likely to watch a Logan episode in rerun than during its first airing. I don't watch SVU or Original Flavor anymore, but I make sure I'm home when new Goren/Eames eps air.
I'll be shocked as hell if Goren and Eames actually acknowledge a romantic relationship on the show. That having been said, I really love reading fanfic with them together. While I'm watching the show, even him getting her coffee or touching her elbow is enough for me.
3. My fighting nun
My college roommate first saw one of these in a store which was not entirely unlike Spencer's Gifts, and we adored it. She bought it for me. Now I keep it at work, in my office. When I was last annoyed at someone under my supervision, I fantasized about walking into his office while he was wearing headphones and having her punch him in the back of the head. "No one will ever believe him, if he tells," I rationalized. "He'd say 'She punched me in the back of the head with a nun puppet,' and that sounds so wildly implausible."
Now I fantasize about bringing her to class to gesture threateningly at my students.
4. Nancy/Ned
I read my first Nancy Drew Mystery Story at the age of eight. I quickly read every book in the series, or at least the ones carried by the local library. Before I knew what 'shipping was, I 'shipped them. Ned was always there for Nancy, never complaining, sometimes stealing a kiss or two, and when I was eight, he was perfect. Then I started reading the Nancy Drew Files and she cheated on him every other book, but they almost always stayed together. I started writing fanfic before I had any idea what fanfic was, because I wanted them to be married so that she'd stop cheating on him. Then I found fanfic, and then I found out that the online Nancy Drew fanfic writing community seemed to prefer Nancy with Frank Hardy, and that broke my heart. No one seemed to be writing Nancy/Ned.
Except me.
I had to poke around for a while, but I did eventually find some other Nancy/Ned writers, and then I worked up the courage to post my own, and here we are. They are my OTP. I will always, always ship them, always, they are my favorite, my lj-name is what Nancy's would be if they were hitched, and my dearest, fondest wish is that someone will write a canon volume where they're married.
Other than Chelsea Cain's farce. Which I abhorred.
5. Old-School Nintendo
In 1991, I asked for a Nintendo for Christmas. Almost all my friends had one, and my favorite game ever was Duck Hunt. It was fascinating. I wanted that game. I wanted to be Mario with a cat-tail. I wanted to spit fire and be Zelda hacking at trees.
When my parents went Christmas shopping that year, however, they picked out a Super Nintendo, which had been introduced a few months earlier. (So they at least got that part right.)
I opened it on Christmas morning and was immediately "... oh." I was happy, because it was a Nintendo, but disappointed, because it wasn't the Nintendo. But I fell in love with Super Mario World, and F-Zero, and Super Castlevania IV, and all the awesome games I had for it, and then Super Mario All-Stars came out so I could play those earlier Mario games, except Duck Hunt, dammit.
My parents bought me a Nintendo 64, too, when those came out. I bought myself a GameCube. My parents managed to find me a Wii the Christmas it came out. I bought myself a GameBoy Advance SP. And I have a PlayStation One, but only because I like Tekken 3 and the system was dirt cheap.
The thing is... I have three Nintendo systems hooked up right now. The Wii, of course; the GameCube, because I can play Animal Crossing on it, in my bedroom; and the Super Nintendo. I still have it and it still works. I can almost play the opening levels of Super Mario World with my eyes closed.
I still want that damn Nintendo Entertainment System, though.
6. Playmobil
When I was around eleven years old, my family took a trip to Disney World, and while we were in Florida my sister was given a mini Playmobil set. It included maybe four kids and a slide, and some other toys. I was immediately fascinated. We played with it for hours.
My dream, when I actually have a house and space to do it, is to buy the Playmobil Victorian Dollhouse, and set it up.
When I go to stores, I have to stop myself from buying Playmobil figures. I have a pirate scene set up right now in my office, with Playmobil figures. I have the Playmobil nativity. They're just so damn intricate and detailed and... perfect.
7. utterly insane romance novels
A. When I was at the midnight Harry Potter release party with a friend, while we wasted time waiting, I wondered aloud, "You know, I'd love to read a historical romance novel right now." A woman I had never seen before or will again overheard me and suggested that I read the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon. So I did. Wildly implausible? Yes. Utterly engrossing? Yes. I burned through them. What appealed to me most was that they weren't straight bodice-ripping lusty passionate limbs aflail books.
B. My mother, who is a voracious reader of mystery novels (as am I), has two sisters, both of whom are voracious readers of romance novels.
While I was still trying to find all the Outlander books to read (the local libraries seemed to carry only the first and last book in the series), my mother happened to mention it to her sisters, in the hopes that maybe one of them had read them and could pass one or two on to me. However, one of my aunts, misunderstanding "I'm reading the Outlander Scottish historical romance series" to mean "I enjoy non-American historical romance," sent me a big ol' box of historical romance novels, all reeking of cigarette smoke (she smokes like a chimney). I laughed and put them on a shelf, a little bit intrigued, but not in any hurry to read them, since by then I'd finished the Outlander books and she hadn't actually sent me any other Gabaldons.
When I was packing for a trip to Chicago, I thought, "Why not, she doesn't want them back and they're romance novels so I won't care if I lose or otherwise destroy them," so I packed four or five.
I first made it through a Nora Roberts, and then... then, I decided, to hell with it; if I was to read a romance novel, especially in public, why not read the hot pink one.
Reasons this book is cracktastic (spoiler ahoy):
-Confirmed heartless bachelor Luke meets girl-with-tragic-past Anna and decides, within three days of knowing her, to ask for her hand.
-She says yes, while fretting that she can't actually have or be happy with a husband, but hell, why not.
-They are married, after having known each other a total of six days.
-She's not a virgin when they consummate the marriage... except that she is. Why, pray tell? Because THIS CRAZY OLDER GUY BOUGHT HER FATHER'S GAMBLING DEBTS, CONVINCED ANNA THAT SHE WAS A MURDERER AND A THIEF, AND THEN HAD SOME MINIONS HOLD HER DOWN AND MANUALLY REMOVE HER HYMEN SO ANY MAN WOULD THINK SHE WAS DAMAGED GOODS AND WOULDN'T MARRY HER. As in, before Anna married Luke.
-Honestly, do I need any more reasons?
I was, in turns, highly amused and horrified. (I lent it to a friend, otherwise I would take this opportunity to quote passages.) So now, I'm buying more Balogh novels, because I want to see if she tops herself. Although it might give me an aneurism... I'll take that risk.